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He’s wrecked me.

I hold him tighter, wanting him to understand how much this means to me.

‘Jules.’ His voice sounds strained. ‘I can’t breathe, lass.’

‘Sorry.’ I let him go and pull back a little.

‘Thank you,’ I say with all the feeling I can muster. ‘No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.’

He takes my face in his hands. ‘I would do anything for you.’

ChapterThirteen

JAYCE

Her face is a picture on its own. Even if I couldn’t feel her, I’d be able to see the gratitude in her eyes.

I hug her close and frown. I knew that Siggy was dead, but I stupidly hadn’t realized the depth of her grief. She hid it from me somehow, probably without even realizing it.

She looks at the painting again and begins to cry anew. I hold her, my heart breaking. But only time will heal this pain. I can’t help her with it except to hold her when she cries.

But I can do that.

I pick her up and carry her to the recliner in front of my computer, sitting in it with her and keeping her close.

After a long time, she quiets, and I realize she’s asleep. I ease her dress off and put her in my bed naked, tucking her in and going back into my workroom. I look at the painting I did of Siggy. I was afraid I hadn’t captured her accurately as I was only working from memory, but gauging from Jules’ reaction, I needn’t have worried.

I grab another of my easels and set it up with a canvas by my bed quietly. Jules has thrown off the covers, giving me a pleasing eyeful of her delectable curves and a very enjoyable model to paint.

I sketch her first, wanting this to be perfect because it’s going on my ceiling when it’s done. Then, I get my brushes and paints, and I begin.

I paint all night, and Jules is the perfect model, hardly moving at all during her slumber. She sleeps less fitfully than she did in the Mountain, I notice. Fewer nightmares, though I suppose that’s hardly surprising. Still, maybe it also shows that she’s not completely discontent here with us.

When I’m finished, I lay down in my bed and sleep the way I’ve been yearning to do since I was in the White Bunker with Jules, right next to her. I’m calm for the first time in weeks.

When I wake, Jules is still asleep, and as I lie in the bed next to her, an idea comes to me. I grin as I watch her, wondering how she’ll react to my plan as she wakes. Careful not to disturb her, I tie her wrists to the corners of my bed and begin.

First, I use a very soft brush on her nipples, making them pucker and bead. I swipe down to her navel and abdomen, stroking across her body in zigzags to her mound. She shifts in the bed, murmuring a little, but doesn’t wake.

Here, I change my brush to a coarser one with a thick, barreled handle, grinning as I stroke her sensitive lips with it, and she wriggles in her sleep.

I flip the brush around and wet the handle with my tongue, wanting it to slide in as gently as possible and not wake her up. I ease it into her slowly and back out again, fucking her with my thickest paintbrush gently. She whimpers, her legs falling open for me in slumber, and I grin wickedly as I plunge the handle deeper into her. Her hips roll.

I lean down, not stopping my rhythm, as I lick her clit with the flat of my tongue in circles. She moans, pulling on the restraints, but when I check, she’s still unconscious. I keep it up, increasing my tempo, letting the glamor down from just my tongue. It becomes larger and coarser, flicking against her vulnerable flesh.

I groan, not far off my own release, and, this time, when I look up, knowing she’s close, she’s staring back at me. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s pulling hard on the ropes that are keeping her where I want her.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ I ask with a smile, plunging the brush in hard.

She cries out and shakes her head, and my demon tongue returns to her.

A few seconds later, her legs begin to shake, and she screams my name into the pillow next to her head.

I throw the brush on the floor and straddle her, taking in her prone limbs and loving that she’s stuck in my bed until I release her.

I line up my cock and wink at her as I take my glamor down to see if my demon form pleases her as much as I heard Krase’s did.

She takes in my large, slate-grey body, the twisted red horns, and I show her what I’m about to fuck her with. Long and ridged with a knot at the base.