“Well, that was some top-notch grovelling,” I mumbled, tilting my head and reaching up to cup his neck, pulling him down until I could brush my lips against his. He kissed me softly, then leaned back, his eyes glistening, intent on mine.

“My beautiful, brave, clever, funny Mouse,” he praised softly. I grinned in satisfaction up at him. His lips found my cheekbone, planting a tender kiss there.

“My … dearest love.”

The words reverberated against my skin, soaking through the layers of me, slowly inching their way into my orgasm-muddled brain.

“SJ … you …”

“I love you, Jemma Bliss. More than I ever thought I was capable of. More than my kingdom. More than my own life.”

His cock was already hard again—that devil stamina was going to be the death of me (but I’d die so bloody happy). He slipped from my still fluttering pussy, and he turned me, lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest.

“And I’m not finished making up with you yet.”

I grinned, the sudden lump in my throat preventing me from talking as he strode down the hallway and into my bedroom.

Our bedroom.

54. I Never Really Wanted Your Soul

Chapter 54

I Never Really Wanted Your Soul

SJ

If she was willing to let me continue to apologise in this way … well, who was I to deny her?

I carried her into her bedroom, acknowledging to myself that once I’d sexually exhausted her, there would come a time when we would need to have a proper conversation about my wrongdoings … and the fact that I had no true idea of what my future would look like. My entire life had just been turned upside down, all because she asked me to save her dad.

And I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. For her.

But first, I desperately needed to show her how much she meant to me. To worship the perfect temple of her body and set aside the harshness of reality. To bask in her pleasure.

“You know,” she began as I laid her down on her comforter and climbed onto the bed beside her, “No more apology sex required … You’re already forgiven, SJ.” She grinned slyly at me. “Although … I might be amenable to an extra apology in the morning … just to be safe, you know?”

She might have been smirking at me, but her voice was rough with unshed tears. I leaned back to search those sky-bright eyes of hers.

“Jemma, you don’t have to pretend that what I did—everything I did to you—was okay. I …” I rested my forehead against her shoulder. I wanted nothing more than to kiss my way down her body and feast, but now that we’d started this, it would be wrong not to have the hard conversation. And just hope that she still wanted the feasting after.