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Realization hit hard, and he looked at her. Marcella wasn’t just a collector fucking one of her mates. She was fucking her true mate. The one she’d been created for. The same rules didn’t apply to them as it did with everyone else.
    “I can’t do that, Marcella. Not unless…”
    “I know the consequences it might bring. Do it, Samael. Don’t you see? It has to be you this time. You’re the key. We’ll do this as many times as it takes.”
    God, those eyes. How many times had he gotten off to her look, alone? Just the thought of coming inside of her was the biggest fantasy he could have ever had. He was never strong enough to even let his thoughts go there. It was forbidden unless the couple was ready to deal with the consequences. She wasn’t just asking for it. She was begging, and he wasn’t about to deny her.
    The warmth of her skin burned into his hands while he gripped her hips and moved her at his own pace. That wonderful pressure thickened his cock, and Samael brought her mouth down to his. He triggered her orgasm and let her scream into him as he shot himself deep inside of her. Heaven floated around him, and Samael could feel the sweat covering their bodies as she fell to his chest.
    Things couldn’t have turned out any better between them. As Marcella’s breathing slowed, he knew he’d worn her out. A smile came to his face and he wrapped his arms around her and turned her body to lie along his. He closed his eyes, ready to have the best damn sleep of his life.

Chapter 5
     
    Marcella got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. For the first time in a long time, she felt herself radiating with goodness. Her monthly had come, just as she knew it would. Being with Samael had set certain actions into motion, and there was no waiting over ten years for her collector body to become fertile. From the beginning of this new life, her instincts had told her what needed to be done. And damn if she didn’t want this more than anything.
    Instead of materializing clothes around her Marcella had brought in an outfit that she planned on actually putting on herself. She needed to learn to stop counting on her skills for everything. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to do a lot of things, and it was better if she got into the groove now. She needed to start making herself eat, and it needed to be healthy.
    The gold color of her eyes was especially light today. She dismissed it and slid the loose sundress over her body. Usually she would have worn one of her medieval style dresses, but something was different. She couldn’t understand it. Shrugging it off, she opened the door and headed to the balcony to get some sun. The men were already outside waiting for her. Well, all of them but Samael. He’d spent the last two days buried in his room for reasons she wasn’t sure of.
    “Wow, look at you,” Jason said picking up her arm and letting her spin around in a complete circle. “You look like the Marcy I used to know.”
    She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “I thought I could use some sun. I think my skin is going to become translucent if I keep hiding inside.”
    “Really?” Donavon asked, curious.
    “No, dumbass,” Dominic spit out. “She’s playing.”
    “How was I supposed to know? Geez, Dom. What in the hell has gotten into you lately? You’re being mean.”
    Marcella looked over at him. “You have been pretty different the last few days. Do you want to talk?”
    He shook his head. “No, I’m good. Just stressed. I can’t shake off that dream I had the other day. It was bad.”
    “It sounded like it.” Marcella recalled his dream and knew exactly what he’d seen. Hell, she remembered going through those actual events, herself. Dying at the hand of the Devil, while she carried Jason’s child, wasn’t something she liked remembering.
    The sun beat into her skin and Marcella could feel herself already starting to sweat.