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A broken noise fell from her lips, but she still managed to yelp, “Yes! Yes, please—ah,Ro.”
Ambrosius ran his fingers along his chin, contemplating her words, as if they were still talking about his appearance.
“You know, I’m just not sure,” he said. “Would you mind checking for me?”
Gwen was half delirious from the promise of pleasure just out of her reach. She wasn’t sure what he meant, or when Ambrosius had made it to the bed, only that he was now sitting at her hip. And still, these mysterious hands had yet to cease their touch, driving Gwen nearly mad.
“Here, my bittersweet, check for me, all right?”
Ambrosius bent down, close enough to kiss. Gwen almost cried out when he tilted his mouth away, instead brushing his cheek against hers. So close, but not enough.
“How does that feel?” he whispered against her ear. “Can you feel that?”
“No,” she gasped. “I-I can’t!”
Ambrosius raised his head. Gwen could barely keep her eyes open. She was close, so close, but the demon at her side was drawing it out. Every teasing drag of skin was just shy of being enough. If he would onlytouch herproperly—
“Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed. “You must be in agony.”
“Why are you like this?” Gwen managed between strained teeth.
Ambrosius laughed, his breath tickling her skin.
“Because you make me like this,” he said. “You make me insatiable. You make mederanged. You had the audacity to die without me, to leave me here languishing in eternity. But death won’t keep you from me, Gwen. Nothing in this universe—no demon, no divinity, orfaewill have you. I won’t let them. I’ll kill every monster that roams this forsaken plane until there’s nothing left. You’re mine and you were always meant to bemine.”
Mine.
The words that Gwen longed to hear had her arching against the hand at her throat as sweet release washed over her. She shook, bucking against the hand between her thighs until she couldn’t anymore. A whine pulled from her mouth as she pulled her hips away from the insistent hand.
“Ah, go easy on me,” she whimpered.
“Sensitive, my gorgeous girl?”
Gwen nodded. The hands immediately retreated back into the darkness.
“Still good, otherwise?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Still good.”
A moment later, one of the hands appeared from beneath Gwen’s pillow. Within its palm was a pack of cleansing wipes. Ambrosius pulled one with his real hand. At Gwen’s puzzled look, Ambrosius smiled.
“I once heard a human thinking about this. How she wished her partner would do this for her after a hard day. Given what happened today, it felt appropriate. Now, relax. I’ve got you, my bittersweet.”
Yeah, you do,Gwen thought.
36
Excited
Ambrosius
It was difficult not to get distracted the moment Ambrosius exited the apartment. The moment his boots hit the concrete, something inside of him rejoiced. Freedom. This was the smallest taste of freedom beneath his feet, in the wind that blew gently at his hair. He savored the sensation for a moment before Gwen pulled him into a car.
He would have protested being trapped inside another tiny structure, but Ambrosius realized he had never been in a car. The novelty wore off quickly due to traffic, and he was happy to see the little thing fuck off into the night after Gwen fed on the driver. Even happier as Gwen pulled at his sleeve and dragged him along brightly lit shops down an unknown street.
“We don’t have long. Most of these places close in thirty minutes!” she squealed as she hauled him into a clothing boutique.
There were so many things to see, so many sights, that naturally going inside made Ambrosius’ skin crawl. Gwen had planted him in some kind of seating area outside of a changing room. Even with the entirely new environment, and with no cursed objects in sight, Ambrosius was having difficulty containing his impulse to just—