The sound of the acoustic guitar and Kaden’s low voice woke me up. The sight of his naked chest reminded me of last night, making my heart flutter. The sun filtered through the closed curtains as I watched him strumming his guitar, singing with his eyes closed. It was a song I hadn’t heard before, but the melody enveloped me into a warm cocoon, rocking me gently as the lyrics took my breath away.

She had the appearance of a quiet soul

But inside her, there was something wild

It’s dormant, waiting for her soulmate to arrive

She’s a wildflower

Wildflowers can’t be controlled.

She’s all I need to believe

She’s a sunflower during the day

A bright star during the night

She’s water and air

She’s all that I need to save me from myself

When we touched something inside her began to brew

Bubbling up until it exploded

She spread her wildfire

Melting my heart and my soul to hers

Now I exist only with her

In her dreams

“That’s beautiful.” I propped myself up on my elbow. “I don’t think I’ve listened to it before.”

“It might be because I just wrote it.” He leaned his guitar against the wall.

“Just now?” I arched an eyebrow. “What happened to it takes at least twelve hours to write a song?”

“You inspire me, Sade.” He rose from the chair and walked toward me.

I rubbed my eyes with my hands and looked back at the guitar one more time. “Where did you get the guitar from?”

“My truck. It’s always with me.” He winked. “How are you this morning, Pixie?”

“Great, but … you’re leaving.”

I hated sounding like a needy woman, but I wasn’t ready for him to go away.

The bed deepened when he sat down next to me. His fingers caressed my face.

He looked at his phone and smacked his lips.

“In a couple of hours.” He exhaled harshly. “Come with me to New York.”

“Why don’t you stay with me?” I whispered.

For a few seconds, I closed my eyes because I didn’t like to ask for anything. I always gave freely.

But I didn’t want him to leave so soon. Not after last night. Not ever.

I wanted him to fill me up again and again.

I wanted him to make love to me.

To have raw, hard sex and the sweetest, softest touches.

I needed him to fill me in the dirtiest, grittiest way.

I desired his gentleness and his unapologetic appetite too.

He was the only one who could quench my soul’s thirst.

But he was leaving, and it would be too long before he came back to my side and into my bed.

“If it were possible, I’d stay with you in this bed, forever,” he said with conviction.

“Not tomorrow, but next Monday, I’ll be here with you. I promise not to leave the bed unless you have to go to work.”

Kade leaned in and bit my shoulder lightly. He feathered kisses along my neck, his hands latched onto my breasts. His fingers pulled and pinched my nipples into hard beads. I gasped, and my back arched.

“You have to leave soon,” I reminded him, hating that he had to leave. “You have to be in New York tonight.”

“Take a shower with me.” He sprang out of bed, grabbing my hand. “I want to get you dirty before I leave.”

“Four times, Mr. Hades,” I reminded him. “And you still want more?”

“Miss Bell, I’ll always want more when it comes to you.”

He pulled me toward him, giving me one of those searing, curl your soul, fall in love with me kisses. We stepped into the shower unable to keep our hands off each other.

“Seems that you’re ready, Mr. Hades.”

“With this body, it would be a sin to not be aroused at the sight of you.”

He lathered me with foam. His hands slid up and down my body. Kaden’s hands circled around my nipples, then he glided his hands between my thighs, teasing my core. I took his cock in my hands, stroked it, and rubbed his swollen crown. I wanted so bad to kneel down and take him in my mouth, but it was so big, thick that I doubted it would fit.

“Not today,” he said.

Kaden tore the square foil, rolling the condom down his big cock. He lifted me. “Hug me with your legs,” he ordered.

I did, and he lowered me down, filling every inch of me. He buried himself deep inside me. His hands grabbed me by the ass; my arms held onto his broad back.

“More! Faster!” I screamed with pleasure when he pushed me against the tile and began pumping himself in and out of me at a quick pace.

I bit his shoulder to stifle the screams.

“Fuck! I love it when your pussy swallows my hard cock.” He thrust his long, thick cock in and out faster and harder.

Kaden kissed me roughly and hungrily. Like he was eating his last meal. I took everything he gave me, and he brought me back to life. He consumed me with his heat. The energy between us, mixed with the magic we created, became a storm that grew more and more ferocious. And when we reached our climax, we both exploded, spiraling out of control.

“I’m going to fucking miss you, Hummingbird,” he panted. His forehead rested on my shoulder. “After today, I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you.”

“Only seven days,” I sighed, as I recovered my breath. “Be patient, my Nightingale. There’s always phone sex.”

“I’m counting on that, Little Vixen.”