Page 50 of Judge of Saints and Sinners

“Right there. Take what you need.”

Justine’s head fell back as her hands found my belly and pushed off the muscle there as she took herself up and down on me, repeating until we were both breathless and weak.

“I can’t. I need…”

“Let me,” I said, grinding my heels in the bedding and arching up into her.

Justine gasped, her body clenching tight around mine.

“Come apart for me. Let me see what I’ve dreamed of every night since I met you.”

Her soft cry broke me, and I could feel the fluttering of her body as she came, shattering over me as I thrust blindly into her, so obsessed with getting as close as I could. I wanted to be deep inside her, to feel my body lock to hers like I had always imagined a mate. I wanted it all.

“Nephesh!” Justine’s voice was high, gasping, as her muscles began to go slack, and I knew this was it, where I let everything close. And so I did. My orgasm hit me with the power of a hurricane as I pulled her down against me, thrusting myself as deep as I could before letting everything go.

“Sweet mate,” I gritted out, emptying myself inside her, feeling the demon’s lock settle into place as my body quivered into relaxation. I stroked a hand down her back, feeling the light sweat on her skin as she fell forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as her body bowed over mine.

“Wow," she said finally, her eyes still closed against my chest. “Are you sure it’s not better in dreams?”

“It might be worse, actually.”

“You lie.”

I grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

17

Nephesh

Bliss was not something I was familiar with. Right now, in Justine’s dream, with her sprawled across me, my hand tracing the lines and ridges of her spine as she told me about her first time driving a car, I knew this was as close as I might get.

“What did your parents do when they found out?”

“Oh, I was grounded for weeks. I thought my mom’s head was going to explode when I came clean.”

“I can’t believe you told her.”

Justine laughed, the movement making her body shake a little against me. “She knew every inch of that car. There was no chance she was going to miss the giant neon green paint on the side door.”

“Good point. s it better to confess or be found out?”

“With my mom or the world?”

I paused my strokes as I considered. “Both.”

“Always confess, because then there’s a chance you can still make things better.”

“A chance?”

I felt her smile rather than saw it. “A chance is all we get in this world.”

For a long moment, we lay in silence, just thinking. We’d been here for hours now, wrapped up in each other, talking, trying to find peace in the unknown of what would happen after we left here.

“What would your mother have done?”

“Probably cursed me to the ends of the Underworld. Between her and my father, she was the one with the temper.”

She turned to face me, rising up on an elbow. “You’re kidding. I keep picturing your father as some kind of fire-breathing monster.”