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“I’ll sleep when they knock me out with anesthetics tomorrow.” Her surgery to get her wings was looming, and he could tell from the tone of her voice that she was nervous about the procedure. Which was exactly why she needed rest. Proper rest that didn’t come from drugs.

He ignored her and started walking, carrying her back to the bedroom. Every step he took sent her hair swishing against his waist.

“Put me down!” Fists thudded against his bare back.

“Shh, you’ll wake everyone up.” They were back in the room now, and he slid the door shut and threw her onto the mattress.

“What in the gods’ names are you doing?” she said again, working to keep her voice down. Those catlike eyes she always kept glamoured were glaring up at him, her anger making her look all the more alluring—and all the more in need of what he was about to offer her.

“Helping you sleep.” He threw himself down on the bed beside her, nearly launching her off the mattress with his weight, and pulled her back against him so she was lying with her back pressed against his chest.

Dallas stiffened as she realized he had something other than a sleeping pill in mind to cure her insomnia. “Maximus,” she tried, but he could tell from the flutter of her heartbeat and the glow of her aura that her argument was half-hearted. “They’ll hear us.”

He already had his boxers down, hard cock springing free. “Better be quiet then.” He pulled her shirt over her head, chucked it on the floor, and tugged down the pajama shorts she was wearing—the ones she’d borrowed from Hanli. He swiped his fingers between her thighs.

Dallas squirmed, peering over her shoulder at him as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

“You want this,” he accused.

She wet her lips. “So what if I do?”

“Then you should tell me instead of always playing hard to get.” Grabbing her by the thigh, he lifted her up, spreading her open, and slid his dick inside her. Warm, tight heat wrapped around him, making them both groan. “Hold onto the bed.”

At least she listened to him that time, her left hand going to the edge of the mattress and gripping it tight. He started thrusting, moving slowly and deeply to start, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion.

Grabbing her by the chin, he turned her face until they were nearly nose to nose. He wasn’t surprised in the least when she still avoided his stare. “Look at me, Dallas.”

Silver-green eyes met his in the dark, blinking far more than they needed to, now that his attention was fully on her face.

“There,” he breathed with a deep groan. His hand returned to her thigh, pulling it up as he buried himself inside her, again and again, pushing so deeply that she shivered. “Was that so bad?”

“I don’t know why it’s so important to you.”

“Because you avoid it whenever we do this.” His breathing shifted to a ragged pant. “Am I that hard to look at?”

“It’s not that, and you know it.” Yeah, he did know it, but he didn’t understand what the real reason was.

“Then tell me.” He slammed into her harder, watching her breasts bounce in the dark.

“Just shut the hell up and kiss me, Maximus.”

She didn’t need to ask him twice.

Their lips locked with a passionate clashing of teeth, and he dipped his tongue into her mouth, a claiming that had her whimpering, her back curving in the sheets as she pressed her ass back into him.

Heat rushed through his body, his desire for swift release pushing him to move faster. The bed shook beneath him with every thrust, and something fell off the side table.

“Stop!” Dallas gasped. “Max, they’re going to hear us—”

“That’s what my magic is for,” he panted, pounding into her harder, her beautiful ass clapping against his front. The Sight swallowed his vision as he built a wall of invisible magic around the room. He blinked the black away as soon as he could so he could watch her body bowing against his. “Let it out, Dal. Quit holding back on me.” She always got off as quickly as possible, never giving him her all.

But he wanted it. He wanted all she had to give, and he wanted to be the only man she would ever give it to, the only man she would fully trust with more than just her body.

Gripping her thigh harder, fingers digging in, he picked up speed, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh carrying through the room, his wall of magic stopping anyone in the penthouse from hearing.

“Oh god,” she cried out, pushing into him now. Again and again and again, she met him, blow for blow, her movements as hard and determined as his. “Yes!”

Max swore under his breath as his own climax neared, sweat prickling on his back.