Which makes no fucking sense. She’s the one that wronged me!
“Now get us where we need to be before I unleash your family on you.”
My family?
My family?
Fuck. This.
“Both of you, wait inside,” I tell the pair that remains just outside my door. “Party. Enjoy yourselves. Take whatever you want.” My eyes narrow in Marie’s direction. “I’ll repay you once I’m done dealing with this hell-spawned creature.”
Marie’s lips part as if she’s thinking of refusing—
I take her with me.
Just like that.
She isn’t the only one who’s grown more powerful in two centuries.
Bondye help her, because she’s about to find out.
MY ROOM IS EMPTY, THANK the gods.
On any given night, there can be multiple humans fucking each other in here.
I allow it, and sometimes I’ve joined in, but tonight I would’ve killed any that I found here.
She’s with me.
She’s. Finally. Fucking. With. Me.
I won’t risk anything ruining that.
We reform in a second, and I can’t believe she’s actually in my hands.
That I can feel her skin against mine.
A grave mistake. A gross miscalculation.
The whirlwind of dead souls that sprout to life around her overcomes most of my room even faster than our arrival. She whirls on me, braids flying. Her gray eyes glow, the marks around her arms, as well.
Marie is gearing to try and do to me what she once did to her ex-husband Jacques.
Moving in a blur of speed, I shoot out my hand and wrap it around her throat.
She chokes on a gasp, eyes wide.
Forgot that her shield of ghosts is powerless to stop me, didn’t she?
I bring her close and command the ghosts to return to the in-between. Staring into her eyes, into that face that I’ve missed more than I care to admit, I admit in a hoarse whisper, “Gods, how I needed to see you.”
Her lips move in silent shock.
Doesn’t matter. I need them, too.
Ducking my head, I slide my lips along hers, soaking in the feel of them.
Marie tenses, as if to fight me.
Let her. There’s nothing she could do to me that’ll equal the agony of the last two centuries.
I cup the back of her head with my other hand and work my tongue into her mouth.
Against my lips, she’s stiff, refusing to participate, but her thoughts of struggling against me seem to have disappeared.
I press our bodies together, coaxing her with soft licks. Her heart is hammering against mine, probably from both the fury and desire. I run my hands down her back, kissing her deeper.
It takes a little longer, but eventually she’s melting in my hands, giving in.
Gods. Damn. Centuries waiting for this.
I slip my hands over her ass, squeezing it as hard as I can.
She hisses in a breath. Our kiss starts burning out of control, messy, wet, bodies thrusting against each other—
Her head jerks back, separating our lips. “Stop.”
“No.” I bend my knees to lick at her collarbone. “Let me have this. Please. I’ve waited too damn long.”
A pause on her part. Enough to make me raise my head and look at her dazed face. “You . . . you liar. You haven’t waited for me at all.”
Like she isn’t the one responsible for our separation.
I fist her braids and dematerialize with her across the room, stopping in front of the dark wood dresser with its huge mirror. Pressing myself behind her, I make her stare into the reflection.
At the ebony skinned voodoo priestess with the all-gray eyes and her glowing gray markings.
At the gray-eyed god with the skull tattoo covering his face and hands.
She was a human the last time I had her.
Now, she’s a two-century old immortal priestess, and I plan to treat her as such.
“You’re the one who worked that damn spell to keep me away from you, Marie. And you’re going to pay for that.” I push against her lower back.
Her hands slam onto the top of the dresser, yet she’s too shocked to make a move to stop me. “Me? Spell? What—” Her eyes widen with genuine surprise.
And I swear to the gods, I want to hurt this female so bad. If I wasn’t utterly in love with her, I would. “You didn’t even do it on purpose, did you?” I grit out, fisting the back of her bra-like top.
Her chest heaves, and the foolish part of me wants to believe that’s a hint of heartache in her stare. “I—I . . .”
I yank the top off, shredding it off her body. Her lush tits with their large nipples bounce free in the reflection; I waste no time getting my tattooed hands around them. “What the fuck did you do, Marie? Did you wish to never see me again?” Her nipples pebble against my palms and I can’t bring myself to let her breasts go.
So, I use my thoughts to will the rest of her clothes off.
She doesn’t even realize. She’s too busy bristling with the anger of my comment. “Yes, imbécile!” Marie slaps the dresser, furious. “You fucking left me there, on the dirt like a used animal. Of course I wished to never see your fucking face again!”
I dematerialize my clothes. Leaning over her slowly, I slide my hands along the dresser, and glare at her in the reflection. “You. Worked. A. Spell. With. That. Wish. One powerful enough to block a god. For two centuries I have tried to get close to you, only to be thwarted every damned time.”
“Remy,” she whispers, confused and hurt, the ramifications of what she did sinking in.
Good. So she’ll understand why I’m about to take her like a wild, uncouth animal.
I cup her neck, keeping her still, and slam my aching dick into her without warning.
Without preparation.
The most fucked up part isn’t how my head almost explodes with the pleasure.
It’s that she’s soaked for me, ready for every inch of my cock.
Her eyes might be all-gray, pupils lost in the milky film, but I have no trouble seeing how they roll back.
How her back arches.
No trouble hearing the breathless, hungry sound that’s ripped from her.
“You fucking bitch,” I growl, giving her another hard pound. “You’ve missed this as much as I have, and you kept me away without even realizing what you did.” My next thrust almost pushes her up against the mirror.
Marie struggles to get the words out, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m still choking her, or because my body has become a blur as I deliver one brutal thrust after another.
Fucking her with my accumulated strength after all these years.
Giving her the kind of sex I was unable to give her that first time, while she was still a mortal.
My heartbeat is roaring in my head. My blood is nothing more than sheer heat destroying my veins. I’m already too close to orgasm, too close to losing it now that I’m finally having her again.
And yet there is no thought of slowing this.
No plans of stopping.
I fucked her three times that night before I left her.
We might not be seen for centuries this time around.
I ease up on her neck; the only reprieve I grant her.
She digs her nails into the surface of the dresser and lets me have it. “You deserved it—oh fuck! Gods, vous brute!” You brute. “I hope it killed you. Even though I didn’t mean it, I hope you suffered every damn moment!”