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Arguing with her was pointless. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to me. And I wasn’t in a position to provide proof.
Not that I wanted to.
For the first time in my life I was engaging in a pure relationship, perhaps something that could be called a friendship and in the unlikeliest of places. God help me, I didn’t want to lose that.
“If I left the door unlocked, would you try and escape?”
She’d shared with me more about the guards and their routine, something I’d already planted in the back of my mind. “Not yet. Only when the time is right.”
“Do you want me to contact anyone for you? Maybe they could come and free you?” She tipped her head, apprehension marring her lovely face.
Not only would doing so likely be intercepted, which would put her in harm’s way, but I was also concerned about having been betrayed. There were enough possibilities, including my father’s attorney, to show my hand just yet.
I’d need to free myself before reappearing in my world.
“No. Go home, sweet angel, and have sweet dreams. You know you can’t tell anyone about your visits.”
Her reluctance was evident by the tension running through her. “You might think me nothing but a little girl, but I assure you I know who my father is and what he would do if he caught me defying him. However, I am over eighteen now and refuse to allow any man to control me. Including my father. But yes, this will remain our little secret, Kazimir. That I promise you.”
Hearing my name dripping from her sultry lips was enough to drag the common sense imbedded into my brain. She was no child, but a grown woman with an hourglass figure and breasts perfect for my hands. The thought of ravaging her wasn’t difficult to envision but impossible to act on. Not here in this godforsaken place.
“My beautiful angel.”
She nodded, the tension within her returning. Then she did something completely unexpected. With a single long stride, she had her hand placed across my heart, rising onto her tiptoes and crushing her lips against mine.
I was the one who stiffened, but only briefly. The devil inside roared to the surface, pulling me out of a suffocating cocoon. I pulled her into my arms, lifting the beautiful angel off her feet. The taste of her was as sweet as I’d thought, so much so having the woman in my arms took my breath away.
Sensing she’d never been kissed before, I took my time exploring her mouth, allowing her to take control. The feel of having her in my arms was incredible and highly dangerous, but I’d never been the kind of man who cared about following rules or the implications in not doing so.
There was no doubt she could tell how much I desired her with my aching cock pressed against her stomach. She moaned into the kiss, soft mews that created images of her writhing underneath me. I wanted her naked and waiting, surrendering to my every need.
When I broke the intimate moment, she took several scattered breaths, her body quivering in my hold. Her eyes darted back and forth, searching mine.
I eased her down, gently pushing her away. “Go, sweet angel, before anyone misses you.” I wasn’t a man known for being gentle or patient. Yet with her, knowing she’d never experienced any level of passion before, I wished time was on our side.
But it wasn’t.
This would need to end. If I was a decent man, I’d send her away forever.
But I wasn’t that man. I was the devil. There was no need to remind myself that I had no soul.
Her lips and her beauty would leave a lasting impression for a very long time.
With my cock aching, I took a deep breath, once again pitched into darkness. Not only was the hunger strong, moving to a place that would become difficult to control, but I sensed something even more powerful building deep within.
An obsession, a need so tumultuous and overpowering that I could lose all sense of humanity.
The need to make her mine.
CHAPTER 7
Rafaela
Lightheaded.
I was so lightheaded and still feeling impulsive that when I made it back to the house, I stood outside staring at the moon above. How could I not smile and feel giddy inside? I’d finally had my first kiss and while I could never claim to know for certain if what I’d experienced was the best that any woman had ever had, going by how my stomach was fluttering, I was fairly certain I was right in my assumptions.
His beautiful angel. His little healer. I didn’t know which I preferred, but being in his arms had been everything I’d imagined it would be.
