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rise from the ashes.”
    His dark eyes gleamed. “Cilia, you would have been better off with someone else.
    The things I’ve done … the creatures I’ve done them with…”
    Cilia smoothed a stray hair from his cheek. “The past is in the past. Our love was born of fire, and fire cleanses everything it touches.”
    “You are better than I deserve.” He dropped a kiss into her palm.
    “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” Cilia pulled his face down to hers for a quick kiss and sighed as his heat enfolded her. He laid her back onto the thin bedding, covered her, and ground his leather-encased cock against her barely covered mound.
    Celia turned her head and froze. Jarlath propped his forehead on the bars as he looked in on them.
    “Don’t stop on my account,” he whispered.
    Fiach pulled back and resumed his seat on the edge of the mattress. She curled into his side and waited.
    “Oh well. I suppose it was a bit much to expect to witness the mating fires so soon.
    After you’ve been here a while, you’ll learn to accept my presence during such private moments.” His lips curled back over his teeth. “Perhaps even enjoy it.”
    “Don’t hold your breath.” Cilia said.
    “Sweet one, time means nothing to my kind or yours. I have no doubt your lover will be unable to resist claiming you eventually.”
    Jarlath stepped back and motioned for two of his demons to slip trays of food between the bars. The meal looked delicious, which made her immediately suspicious.
    “Enjoy you dinner.” Jarlath rubbed his jaw; his fingers slipped over his lips. Then he turned and left the catacombs through the tunnel they had taken earlier.
    Cilia walked over to the trays and peered down at them. “What do you think?”
    Fiach lifted a tray to his nose and inhaled. He sneezed and rubbed his nose. “He’s coated it in Fairy Dust, a powdered aphrodisiac.” To prove his point, his eyes dropped to his crotch, and hers did as well. An enviable bulge in the leather was a testament to how potent the drug was. He had grown twice the size he was before they had been interrupted. He reached down to gently adjust himself but winced as he touched the sensitized skin. Even through the fabric barrier, his touch was painful.
    He draped his long body across the bed, propped his arms behind his head, and then crossed his feet at the ankles. He looked at ease, but she knew him well enough to recognize the suffering in his eyes. The worst part was the familiar knowledge that he had of the drug and his calm while facing its effects. Her stomach turned when she realized his familiarity with the potent drug, most likely used as the final resort to arouse him enough to complete his bargains with Arvel. She could think of no other reason for his calm acceptance of the situation.
    “Fiach…” she started.
    He held a hand up to silence her. “I’m fine, Cilia. I refuse to put on a show for our jailer’s amusement.”
    “I just don’t want to see you hurting.”
    He snorted. “Believe me, I’ve hurt a lot worse than this before. At least, this is a pleasant torment.” He turned his head and captured her eyes. “It wouldn’t be as potent if I didn’t want to be inside of you so badly, already.”
    “I could…”
    “No, I won’t share any part of you with him.”
    “You wouldn’t have to.”
    *
    Fiach’s brow crinkled. He watched Cilia approach and was tempted to laugh at his uncertainty. She straddled his thighs and gently unbuttoned his pants and slid open the zipper. His mouth opened, and she covered it with her palm. “Let me ease you, Fiach.”
    His hands folded over his stomach and interlaced. His knuckles whitened from the strain of keeping them still. He longed to twine his fingers in her hair and force her lips to his burning cock. Instead, he lay perfectly still and let her take her time.
    She folded the leather aside, as though she were unwrapping a gift. She freed him gently, and the chilled air made his arousal