Page 369 of The Spider Queen

“No.” My hand slid down.

His devil eyes flashed yellow. “Do you want to make me scream your name?”

It was my turn to kiss my way down his body. I looked up at him and grinned. “Yes.”

“Well? You have free will, don’t you?”

I took him into my mouth and made him moan in rapture. And I sucked and teased until his hands tangled in my hair, and he was shuddering through his release.

Sliding up his body, I rested my chin on his breastbone and grinned.

“You look pretty pleased with yourself,” he panted.

“I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself. Not going to lie.”

His laughter shook the walls of the penthouse suite, and I vowed to hear that sound every day for the rest of my very long, immortal life. Because there was nothing I wouldn’t do to banish the darkness from his eyes, at least for a moment.

It was the perfect beginning to our eternity.