“Let me do this, sweetheart,” he whispered as he licked her throat. “It would destroy me if I hurt you now, so let me do this.”

“Do what?” She sounded breathless, almost too aroused.

In answer, he used Craft to create a phantom touch, something he’d never done with her before because he’d wanted to give her his body—and because he’d never used that phantom touch except to hurt someone . . . especially when he pleasured her. Now he wanted to use everything he was and everything he knew to please Jaenelle, so his hands stroked her back and his tongue kept hers busy while phantom fingers caressed the sweetness between her legs until her body bucked within his gently restraining arms, milking him as he sent her on that last wave of pleasure.

Limp and quivering, she sprawled over him. “Mother Night,” she gasped.

Brushing his lips against her forehead, Daemon just smiled and used Craft to pull up the covers. It might be spring, but it was still cool during the day, and the nights got cold. He wanted her to stay warm—in every way.

He waited until her heartbeat and breathing quieted. Still inside her, he was already swelling to fill her again, so he slid his hands down to gently knead her ass while a featherlight phantom touch played with her.

She finally raised her head. “Would you teach me how to do that?”

“Do what?” he purred.

“You know perfectly well what.”

“Oh, you mean this?” He increased the phantom touch enough to have her gasping as pleasure pulsed through her.

“Ooooohhhh, yes, that.”

“Not yet. We’ll save that for dessert. Right now, I don’t want you thinking about anything except what I’m doing between your legs.”

He used phantom hands to restrain her movements, but he let her ride him until she took them both over the edge.

She was sound asleep moments after she stretched out beside him.

Tucking her against his chest to keep her warm, he breathed out a sigh of pleasure—and slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

4

Catching her lower lip between her teeth, Roxie shifted on the cab’s seat to find a comfortable position while she continued to watch the town house across the street. A few minutes after she’d arrived, another horse-drawn cab had pulled up to the town house, and a woman who looked somewhat like Jaenelle Angelline had gotten out of the cab and entered the SaDiablo residence.