“Careful, darling, you’re giving me vivid ideas,” he murmured as she slid down the zipper with far more force than necessary.

“Do they involve me stabbing you?” she asked, her tone holding a growl to it that he wished to replicate in bed.

“Now you’re just teasing, Caro.” His cock hardened with the memory of her trying to fight him, sans clothes. It’d been one of the most erotic experiences in his very long life.

They would play more with her weapons after he fucked her. He couldn’t wait to test her limits. She’d barely flinched from him slicing her femoral artery—a wound that would have slowly killed a mortal. But she was already healed and very much alive.

She yanked his pants down unceremoniously, as if she didn’t care at all that he’d gone commando beneath, but he caught the telltale flare of her nostrils. Her pupils dilated as well as she dropped her gaze to his package.

Not so immune to me after all, are you, darling?

Her orgasm had tasted so very sweet on his tongue.

The taste of victory.

He’d invited her to fight him knowing it would spike her adrenaline. Then he’d used pain to punch through her stoic walls, and it had worked beautifully in his favor.

Sethios palmed her face and smiled at her submissive pose. “I do so love a woman on her knees.”

“If I could stand, I would,” she replied, her irritation evident. So much heated emotion for a Seraphim. He loved it.

“You can stand,” he murmured, offering her a hand.

She refused him, as he suspected she would, and lifted herself gracefully onto her feet. Her dignity and confidence floored him. So many women would be quivering by now, or lying on the floor in sobs, but she held his gaze with a furious one of her own. It only turned him on more.

“How would you like me to fuck you, darling? Against the glass or bent over the bed?” Why he offered the choice, he didn’t know. Yet he waited with bated breath for her reply.

She eyed the window and his bed with interest, surprising him more. He expected a retort about the practicality of either position, but she seemed to be taking his offer seriously.

Fucking perfect.

Why couldn’t his usual bed partners act in this manner? They all submitted to his will, while she stood beside him as an equal despite his obvious power over her.

“Window,” she murmured as she turned to rest her palms against the glass again. “I like the view.”

He smirked, amused. “Why do you think that’s the position I want you in?”

She tilted her hips in a come-hither manner that surprised him. “You’ll tell me if it’s wrong.”

“Too right,” he agreed, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip. “Okay, angel.” He’d give her a view she’d remember. “Mist for me, but don’t leave.”

She glanced over her shoulder as her wings appeared in a semitranslucent state, shadowing the room in gorgeous shades of light and dark blue. He explored the feathers with his fingertips and traced them to her spine.