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With a rasping groan he lifted his hips off the bed and sank as deep within her as he could go

"Bloody hell, angel," he gasped

"Wow" She flopped onto his chest with a deep sigh "Are you healed?"

Styx slanced down to where the arrow had pierced his chest He had forgotten all about the wound

No surprise there

"I aood as new, eh?" She propped herself on her arroaned as the movement er as she stared at his chest with obvious interest "Good lord, there’s barely a mark"

"Your blood is far ri reminded she was not entirely human

"That’s quite a tattoo you’ve got going on there," she said, clearly deterolden dragon with its cris that was etched over his skin He had possessed it for so many years that he rarely recalled he even carried the demon mark

"It’s not a tattoo"

Her brows arched in disbelief "You’re not going to convince me that it’s a birtharded him blankly "And that would be?"

He paused He found himself reluctant to discuss the violent trial by co secrets But quite simply because of her innate innocence

"The iven after enduring the battles of Durotriges"

She wrinkled her pretty nose "I’ our leaders I assure you that while they are bloody and often lethal, they prevent open warfare"

She was unimpressed by his claim Of course, she had no notion of the endless years of barbaric hostilities they had endured Or the brutal slaughter of hapless deht in the fray

Styx, however, rereed to be shoved into the position of the Anasso

"Have you ever thought about just voting for a leader?"

His fingers clutched at her hips as she shifted and sent a flare of pure heat through his body

"We are not yet that civilized, angel," he said huskily "Besides, we have to have soaze "There arefun"

"I find el" With a deliberatehis lips as she gave a soft gasp "Would you like h deh her body didn’t seeree

In fact, she reacted with a ready passion as he slowly began to thrust at a steady pace

"Never enough," he whispered "I will never have enough of you, angel"

"Styx"

Whatever she was about to say was lost as he abruptly rolled her onto her back and covered her with his body

Eventually daould arrive and he would have to sleep to recover his strength

Until then he intended to fully enjoy this rare time alone with his beautiful prisoner

It was hours later before Darcy at last returned to her rooms and climbed into a hot tub to soak her weary body

She was sore, but it was the sweetest sort of pain

Sweet and rather frightening

Closing her eyes as she floated in the vast tub, Darcy heaved a faint sigh