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“Nope. In fact, he married her. She’s the Dragonfly’s wife now. Now,” and Adrian rises up from his lean, slowly removing his shirt, all while saying, “I bet you’re wondering why I mention him.”

I’m too distracted by the ripple of his muscles as he takes off his shirt, dropping it to the floor to do little more than shrug again.

His hands drop to the waistband of his pants. “Just a reminder, Loni. Find a knife. Stab me if you want, but don’t screw up like Damien’s wife. Because if I survive it, a little blood won’t be enough to make me stop wanting you. You’ll be my wife, forever, no matter what.”

Forever.

Forever.

Forever—

“What are you doing?”

Sue me. I’m looking for a reason to stop the repeated refrain of the word ‘forever’ in my brain, and, oh… I found one when Adrian makes quick work of his pants. While he was talking, he unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and now he’s stepping out of them.

When he reached for his boxer briefs next, the material doing absolutely nothing to hide the erection behind it, I panic.

He grins. “What do you think? I’m getting undressed.”

“Don’t.”

“Sorry, princess, but no can do. I sleep naked.”

It’s out before I can stop myself: “No, you don’t.”

He lifts his eyebrows at me. “And why exactly do you think that?”

Shit. I’m caught. There’s nothing else to do but confess… kinda. “I was looking for a bathroom my first night here. I… I must’ve made a wrong turn. I passed your room?—”

A slow, seductive chuckle. “And you peeked in, watching me sleep?”

“No,” I lie. “But I might’ve seen you in bed because, I’m telling you, you weren’t naked.”

I would’ve rememberedthat.

“It was your first night here. In case you changed your mind, came looking for me, I didn’t want you to feel any pressure. So I wore pants to bed that night.”

And now?

“What made you changeyourmind tonight?”

“I’ve just about rubbed my cock raw since you returned to Harmony Heights. I let you get used to the idea that you’re mine. I didn’t push you because I know better. But youaremy wife, Loni. And if you don’t want me to fuck you yet, I won’t. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to hide how much I want you to let me.”

With that, Adrian yanks down his briefs. His erection springs out, even more magnificent as I remember. He kicks the underwear away, stalking toward the bad, a daring look on his sinfully, wicked face.

“Remember our first time? I do. Sometimes, when nothing else gets me hot, I remember pushing you back on my bed, kissing my way down your body, and fumbling to make my cock fit in your tight, little body.”

“Adrian,” I breathe out.

Crap. I wanted to sound firm.

I didnotsound firm.

I try again. “Adrian?—”

In response, he takes his cock in hand, stroking it slowly.

“I could seduce you.” He twists his hand, and I’m helpless to do anything but watch the practiced motion. “I did once before. Come on, princess. I know you remember.”