Unbind (Alchemy #6)

by Elodie Hart

He turns, and steps in beside Gen at the lectern, and oh my God. Oh my fucking God. It’s him.

I do what may just be the bravest, scariest thing I’ve ever done, and I look up, up, up to meet Adam’s eyes. And for a second—for one despicable, traitorous second—I feel only appreciation. Because if Tom Ellis reminded us of anything in Lucifer, it’s that Satan is in fact a fallen angel… and he looks every inch of the celestial being he once was.

Because if Tom Ellis reminded us of anything in Lucifer, it’s that Satan is in fact a fallen angel… and he looks every inch of the celestial being he once was.

I’d stay forever if it wasn’t for the fact that this enchanted palace comes with a royal beast of an owner, unfortunately.

and gained a tent in his jogging bottoms the size of a bloody wedding marquee.

‘Thank you for letting me look after you,’ he says softly, and then he’s gone.

‘Bollocks. Give me the dick porn.’ ‘It was there. It looked big. It looked hard. It looked like the answer to nuclear warheads and cancer and food inequality and every other problem facing mankind. Okay?’

Will I see you in there later? Do you ever slip through those doors and let any of those hungry, entitled arseholes fuck you? Would you ever, in some inconceivable parallel universe, let me fuck you? Let me make you feel as good as I know I could, if only you’d let yourself judge me on the man who stands before you today and not the sins I was capable of committing half a lifetime ago?

All I’ve wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you is make you feel extraordinary.’ My voice is so deep it rasps on that final word. ‘For God’s sake, take this moment for yourself.’

‘You only want me because your ego needs to prove you can conquer any woman you like, especially one who despises you.’ ‘And you want me because you’re far too intelligent to underestimate the mind-melting power of a good hate fuck,’

‘If you want me to touch that pretty little cunt of yours, Natalie, then you’ll need to show it to me first. I’m not getting you off under your skirt. No fucking way.’

‘I want to spread you out so I can enjoy you properly.’ His voice is so strained. He’s all expensive fabrics and concealed muscles and hard arousal, and I’m soft and naked and pliant in his arms. I like this power imbalance far, far more than I should.

‘Such a shame you hate me,’ he muses against my breast. ‘I’d love to kiss you. It’s interesting, though’—he twists his finger inside me, and oh my dear God—‘that you can’t keep your legs closed for me, isn’t it? And it’s positively fascinating that you are absolutely soaked.’

‘I hate you,’ I say, throwing an arm over my face. ‘But you love the way I touch you.’

I thought it was irritating when someone I’m trying to hate acts nobly, but it turns out it’s far more irritating when someone I’m trying to hate and fuck acts nobly.

I have the impression that he’s searching for an answer in my face. He must find it, because he dips his face, his perfect mouth closing over mine. His kiss is soft and hard all at once. It asks and it tells; it begs and it plunders, and all of it, his lips and tongue and breath and teeth and fingers, weaving magic and spinning my body and my soul until I’m a whirlwind of sensation and emotion and I don’t know which way is up.

If last night felt like a battle where each of us wielded our need to undo the other like a weapon, then this is the most heated sort of truce, our dancing tongues the white flags, our roaming fingers the olive branches, our mutual surrender more evident with every ragged breath.

‘You’re so heavenly when you’re being obedient,’ he croons as he crawls back down my body. ‘Don’t ruin it by trying to run this show. Let me show you just how incredible it can feel to yield to me.’

I can actually see that toned arse of his rutting in the air as he thrusts uselessly. I vow to milk his dick harder and better than any vaginal muscles have ever, ever milked him.

‘Nat, Nat, Nat,’ I murmur. ‘What a very soaked girl you are.’

‘Of all the women at Alchemy, I fell for the demure, hot-as-fuck little receptionist,’

‘God, sweetheart, give it to me.’ I take great pride in dragging out of her and slamming home as hard as I can. ‘Ahhh!’ she cries. ‘Yes. Yes. Take it.’

You’ve given me so much more than I could ever give you. Besides, I’m hopelessly, ridiculously, in love with you.’

I love you, Nat. You are the strongest, most resilient, most passionate woman I’ve ever met, and the only reason this is a set of keys and not a diamond ring is because I don’t want to send you running for the hills just yet.

I never thought that being loved would feel like such a precious gift. Opening my eyes, I pull back enough that he can see my face. ‘I love you, too.’ His face softens with relief. ‘Do you?’ ‘Yeah.’ I nod vehemently. ‘As soon as I saw you clearly for who you really were, I fell hard.