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His eyes don't leave mine as he steps toward me.

Ignoring my thudding heart, I allow his scent to his me, his body, as his hands come up to cup my face, kissing me with a fervent passion that is unmistakably real. His playful words have vanished, no longer wanting to mess around, to jump around want we both want to happen. The bond between us locks tight, every inch of my body begging to be close to him, to not pull away. This is what I want...I want him.

He doesn't have to read my mind to realise what I want, sweeping me into his arms in a way that makes me gasp, walking me slowly over the couch where he lays me down gently.

His tenderness only lasts a brief moment before he resumes his passionate kisses, sending my mind spirling in all kinds of directions.

Part of me knows that the more he kisses me, the harder it will be to pull away. But should I? There is nothing holding me back now, with all my worries seeming a world away. And right now, I want to share an intimate moment with my mate in case this perfect peace shatters, and reality strikes me again. I want to feel happy after not having felt that for so long.

Sensing my commitment to him, to this moment, Thoughts hands move boldly down my body, delving beneath my shirt at the same time my hands do under his.

I could pull away, but this time, I don't want to.

The softness of his skin against my fingertips makes me shudder, feeling the taut muscle beneath move as he braces himself over me. There is something about the way his hand slides along my waist, past my ribs and to my back, holding me upward slightly as he continues to kiss me.

He pulls away for a moment, the absence of his lips on mine making me realise how long I've been waiting for this, and that I don't want this to stop.

His gaze burns with a silvery fire, full lips parted as he breathes in deeply. "No more playing. Do you want this?"

I don't need to think, nodding quickly. A smile crosses his face, one of both excitement and contentment as he gently squeezes my waist, leaning down to kiss me again. Before he has the chance, I press my palm against his chest, forcing him to sit up to rest against the back of the couch.

He frowns slightly, a flicker of fear that he had pushed me too far dancing across his face, bursting in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

I nod, pulling my hand down his chest, to his stomach and to his crotch, where before my fingers can brush up against the waistband of his pants, he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

"Save that for later," he murmurs, eyes darkening, still noting my eagerness. Instead, his lips find mine again, grabbing a hold of me to carry me up and out of the living area and into the dark bedroom, where the curtains are yet to be drawn, and a view of the stars is evident. I don't let go of him as he lays be down on the bed, my hands already tugging at his shirt, begging to have it discarded.

He obliges me, rearing up to tug it over his head, revealing his surprisingly toned torso. He then allows me to push him until he is lying against the bed, the dark sheets molding around his body, which admittedly, is near perfect.

I'm not sure where the confidence has come from - maybe it's all the excitement and tension between us that has been growing for so long - as I rear up, tugging my clothing off sensually, enjoying the way my mates eyes glimmer as they look all over me.

Once I've completely shed all my clothing, I sit there on my knees, letting him admire me, letting myself feel confident and sexy, which I haven't felt in a long time.

Leaning upward, he grabs me, pulling me down beneath him, nearly leaving me gasping for breath.

He skips my mouth, lips finding my neck, trailing down lower past my collarbones and to my breasts. My back arches beneath his hands, as he sucks and bites on my tender skin, glancing up at me every now and again to gauge my reaction. I'm not sure what my face is doing, but it's likely contorted in pleasure.

Once he finally comes back up to press his lips against mine, I'm quick to shed off the rest of his clothing, only to settle back to enjoy the feeling of his fingers gliding over me, but never touching the sensitive area I desire, teasing me.

With his knee, he nudges my legs apart, gently holding my wrists beside my head. The moment he is inside me, everything feels instantly aligned, the mate bond surging boldly between us, making it feel as though he was always fit for me, like this was always meant to be.

Looking down at me, his eyes practically glow, his breath hitched for a moment.

"You're perfect," he murmurs, just as he pulls out slightly, only to push back in with excruciating slowness. The feel of him is breathtaking, my fists clenching as he gently holds down my wrists, allowing his kisses down my neck to transport me to another place entirely.

As his speed increases, he lets go of my wrists, allowing me to delve my fingers into his gentle curls, to move them down to his back where my fingernails dig into his back, begging for more of him...all of him.

I'm not sure how long it took of him inside me, pace increasing on a way that easily wrings our all pleasure from me, before Thought tears up, grabbing me by my hips to flip me over before pulling me up against him again, his grip finding my waist.

His name passes my lips without much control, the mix of feeling every significant inch of him, the tight hold he has on me and the sound of his rushed breath having a euphoric building up within me.

My fingers dig into the duvet, as a sudden wave of pleasure overwhelms me, causing my vision to burst with colour before slowly fading, a feeling Thought joins me in only moments later.

Rolling over beside me, he smiles at me, eyes glimmering, curls sticking to his damp forehead. "I love you. You have no idea how excited to spend the rest of my life with you, Luella."

"I love you too, Thought," I breathe, resting against his chest.

I'm not sure how long we stayed up speaking to each other, enjoying our company before we agreed to sleep. Thought fell asleep instantly, although it doesn't come to me as easily.

I'm not sure why I can't find sleep, despite how peaceful Thought is beside me. Just as I feel as though sleep may find me, something hitting the balcony window from outside startles me. Sitting up, I narrow my eyes, glancing back to see my undisturbed mate.

It happens again, the sound ringing through the room. Getting up, I grab a robe, wrapping it around myself before approaching the door.

Pulling the glass sliding door open, I step out into the cool graps of night, tugging my robe further around my body unevenly. Looking around, I seek the source of the disruption, a few small pebbles scattered around the ground by my feet. Looking over the railing, my heart beat falters as I see a figure standing below in the shadows.

Revel.

Placing my hand over my chest, I back up a few steps, blood chilling as I realise that I'm not seeing things, and that he is really here, not almost dead in Death's own realm. I have every reason to be scared at him, after I got into his head and began to control him.

I flinch as he suddenly appears in front of me on the balcony, using his innate ability that all Sins and Purebloods have to transport themselves at will.

"Revel...What are you doing here?" I growl, glancing over my shoulder and through the glass window where Thought sleeps peacefully. I'm not sure if I should fear Revel now, not after I was able to get into his head so easily to control him.

He doesn't respond, grabbing my arm. I only have to blink, and I'm suddenly standing elsewhere, Revel having transported us away before I had a chance to react. Glancing behind me, I'm only slightly relieved to see that we are only a few steps away from the hotel, but now well out of earshot for Thought.

"You could have at least tried to make it easier to find you," he mutters, sweeping a hand back through his hair as he steps from foot to foot, the gravel driveway of the hotel crunching under him. "Here I am wasting precious time."

"You need to leave right now," I growl through gritted teeth, looking back toward the hotel where Thought sleeps, anticipating him sensing my absence and coming to look for me.

If he knew Revel was here...Who knows what he would do.

"Between be quiet, you'll wake your precious mate," he mutters, that half-smile he gives me reminding me of when I used to trust him, or at least didn't think he was coordinating with Death, who likely wants me dead.

I step forward, aggressively pushing at his chest. "I will kill you. I got into your head once, I can do it again."

"This time, I'm here to help you, I promise," he assures me, holding his hands up defensively. My eyes narrow, knowing I can't trust him, not after what he did to me last time. One moment he was in my life, convincing me to get Thought out of my life, and now he is back. I'm not sure what Thought and Revel's relationship is beyond both being immortals, and why Revel wanted me to have nothing to do with my mate.

"You think I would trust you?"

"No, not exactly," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Death isn't going to win this, so I'm switching sides to save myself. I really am not in the business of upsetting Stace."

I go to continue protesting, but for a moment I pause. One moment I had no idea who Stace was, and now suddenly I'm learning that everyone is frightened of him. I wish I had asked more questions, although perhaps I'm glad to no longer be in his presence. Especially if his words are ture and I can't get into his thoughts.

"What about this man is so terrifying to everyone?" I ask tentatively, wrapping my arms around myself as the cool air assaults me.

"He wants every immortal dead, especially Sins, which means I'm screwed if I cross him again," Revels mutters, looking over his shoulder as if he is afraid Stace will materialise out of nowhere and attack him. "And since you seem to be on his good side, I'm switching sides."

"No way, I want nothing to do with you," I mutter. I don't want to mention to him that Stace and I aren't on good terms, and I simply got lucky with predicting how he feels about his mate.

"I wasn't trying to harm you," he insists. "Like I said, I'm here to help you. Thought is putting you at risk by keeping you near him while others can get to you."

I take a step backward. "You're the one who could harm me."

"No, listen," he tells me's, the frightened look in his eye almost enough to convince me that he is telling the truth."Because if you don't, both you and Thought could die."

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