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“My heart, Wildfire. You have my heart.” He didn’t hesitate. It was a simple choice. An eternity without her would be like a waking death. He had tasted freedom and would never return to a world where there was no color in his life. “It will always be you. Every time.”

Rieka shook her head as she tugged at his shirt. “But we didn’t find Atlantis. Whatever was in the tomb, Lucien has it. And the Anki.”

“You, Rieka. It will always be you,” Dante repeated slowly as he tilted Rieka’s head and watched the emotion run amok in her eyes. “What do you want?”

Rieka closed her eyes, a faint smile on her lips. “You.”

He picked her up, heading towards the chair. Her long legs wrapped around him as he held onto her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. She was.

Rieka kissed him as she dug her sharp nails into him as he lowered them onto the oversized chair. The kiss was passionate and demanding. He moved his hand beneath her shirt, tracing her soft skin. She clung to him, as she pressed her body closer to him. Skin that begged him to touch and lick every inch. He traced the soft underside of her breasts as she moaned into the kiss, her tongue commanding more.

She was his entire world, but the kiss was a promise.

Everything he had known and wanted paled in comparison to the hold Rieka had on him. He would give her the world, or destroy it for her, if she demanded it. Rieka was the key to surviving the future. More importantly, she was the reason he wanted to protect the future. He wrapped his arms around Rieka, his head against her heart as he listened to it beat.

“Don’t you want to know how I feel?” Rieka whispered as she straddled him, her voice husky with desire. She seductively and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

He grasped her thighs as he held her in place. She squirmed; the delicious friction sent a wave of desire through him. He strained against his pants, protesting the layers between them.

“I know,” Dante said. She was going to be the death of him. He traced the outside of her damp panties, gliding a finger along the seam. She was so fucking wet, she was going to go through his clothes. “But I would like to hear it.”

“You are impossible, Delacroix.” Rieka grabbed his hand, guiding it to precisely where she wanted it.

Dante continued to trace her outer lips, barely penetrating her as he circled her clit. The small catch in Rieka’s breathing was almost his undoing as she moaned, her body demanding more. His cock hardened. But he was in the mood to play. “And?”

She bit her lip as she leaned over, her cheeks flushed with her desire. He brushed his mouth along her collarbone, sucking at the tender spot. Soft perspiration coated her skin. “I think, no, I know you are wearing too many layers.”

He grabbed her wrist with one hand before she could touch him. He would not get distracted. Rieka moaned as he flicked her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do that again,” Rieka ordered.

Dante stifled a groan as she convulsed around his fingers as he found the rhythm that drove her wild. She was on the edge of coming. The scent of Rieka’s desire was intoxicating, edging him on. He was so close to losing his control. Not yet. “Open your eyes.”

Rieka’s eyes snapped open. They burned a fiery red. Her mouth formed a perfect o as her body shuddered. She was teetering on the edge; her body slowly shook with her building pleasure. “Please, Dante.”

Fuck, he loved it when she said his name in her breathy voice. What he was quickly becoming addicted to was watching her eyes turn completely red as she let her desire run rampant. And the knowledge that he was responsible for it; that he did that to her. “Promise me one thing, and I will let you come.”

Rieka closed her eyes as she rode his fingers. Sweat glistened on her skin as a look of concentration appeared on her face. “Bribery?”

Dante chuckled as he pulled her closer to him, almost coming at the sound of her gasp. “An eternity.”

“That is a very long time, Dante,” Rieka whispered, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

“Enough time to understand you.”

“I promise you an eternity, however long that may be,” Rieka whispered back.

Dante wanted this moment to be imprinted into his mind forever. “Come for me.”

It didn’t take long to push her over the edge. She shuddered around his fingers as she threw her head back. His name was a whisper on her lips as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Dante pulled her close as he reluctantly removed his fingers from her pussy. She was still so tight. His cock throbbed; it was painfully erect against the layers. But he wasn’t done playing with Rieka.

He sucked her wetness from his fingers as she watched, desire burning though her red eyes as she licked her lips.

“An eternity and my heart,” Rieka whispered. “My love.”

Riekasighedwithcontentmentas she snuggled closer to Dante. When they had first met, she would have never taken him for a cuddler, but he kept surprising her. A lifetime, even one with an Atlantean life span, would not be enough to peel back the layers that were Dante. It was funny how, in such a short time, she had found a part of her missing soul and a new family.

Dante continued to play with her hair. He was fascinated by the way the curls had a life of their own. She placed her hand over his heart. The rhythmic beat grounded her into reality. It made her forget about the darkness and power that continued to beckon and tempt her. With Dante at her side, she had a fighting chance of not losing control and evolving into the monster the power wanted her to become. They had a chance at winning the coming war.