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pressing her clitoris with each movement. Sassy moved her hips, unable to keep still as the coiling tension spread in waves through her body. Bending his head, Grim took her breast in his mouth and suckled her tight nipple. The hot velvet rasp of his tongue sent her over the edge.

Sassy shattered and came apart.

She floated, limp and sated, in his arms. Opening her eyes, she found Grim studying her as though she were some strange and wonderful marvel.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.” With gentle fingers, Grim stroked her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. Her skin warmed at his touch. “In a lifetime of wanderings, you are the loveliest thing I have ever seen.”

Sassy sat up. “Stop dancing around the subject and admit it. You’re crazy about me.”

“Aye. Everything changed for me when I pulled you from the creek.”

“Huh.” Sassy brushed kisses along his perfect nose, his cheeks and stubborn chin. “As I recall, you insulted my shoes and left me on the bridge.”

“I came back.” Lifting her hand, he pressed a searing kiss against her palm. “I will always come back. I am yours, body and soul.”

Body and soul; Sassy liked the sound of that. She straddled his thighs. Leaning forward, she brushed her tight nipples across his chest.

He inhaled sharply. “Greedy little fairy, would you have more so soon?”

“Aye,” she said, deepening her voice in mimicry. “Fairies are tricksy creatures and troublesome when denied.” Reaching between them, she closed her hand around the hard, thick length of him. “Would you risk my displeasure?”

“Never,” he said with a gasp.

Bracing her knees on the marble shelf, she lifted her hips and guided him inside her body. He filled her completely, stretching her. If she were not already slick, he would be too much.

Grim cupped her breasts in his hands. “My Sassy.” His face was tight with desire. “My beautiful, wild Sassy.”

Lowering his head, he licked one nipple and then the other.

Sassy grabbed him by the shoulders and rocked her hips, riding him slowly at first, and then faster, the delicious pressure building with every stroke.

“Say the words, Grim.” Sassy surged up and down his hard shaft. “Say them. Please.”

“Love you, Sassy.” Slashes of red color stained his cheekbones. “Love you, love you, love—”

Grim grabbed her by the waist and yanked her close, thrusting hard inside her. Burying his face against her neck, he came with a groan. The pulse of his climax sent Sassy tumbling into bliss.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Sassy drifted slowly from slumber. By rights, she should have been exhausted and sore, but she felt wonderful. Grim had been insatiable and so had she. How long had they been here? Time had no meaning in their secret haven. The hours had passed in a delicious, sensuous blur. The first night, they’d made love in the sunken tub, on the bed, the piano chair, and twice on the crystal stairs—once with Sassy bent over the rail and the second time with Grim seated on the step. He’d carried her to bed, where she’d fallen asleep in his arms with a canopy of stars twinkling overhead and the music from the grotto waterfall in her ears.

Waking—had it been yesterday morning or the day before?—she’d eyed him in sleepy lust and delight as he rose and strode in naked splendor to a sideboard laden with food. The way Grim moved was a thing of beauty, an art form she would never weary of.

Returning to the bed with a silver plate, he’d insisted on hand-feeding her bits of roasted meat, ripe strawberries, delicate cheeses, and soft, fresh bread. When she was full, she’d returned the favor, feeding him until he was sated.

Then she’d sated him in a very different fashion.

She smiled and stretched under the covers, remembering his deep moans of pleasure as she’d licked and sucked him to completion. She rolled to her side, next to him in the enormous bed. He stirred with a rumble of protest when she moved. Throwing a heavy arm over her, he tugged her close. Heat radiated from him, her own personal electric blanket. She felt the now-familiar stirrings of desire. She would never get enough of her demon hunter. Sex with Grim was a glorious adventure. Sometimes he was the alpha, commanding male, slowly teasing her until she begged for mercy. Sometimes he took her hard and fast, with hot words of encouragement, his need for her urgent and swift. At other times, she was in control. It was a heady feeling, having this brawny, gorgeous,