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I blush, my dick hardening. "Yes. But not tonight."

"I respect that. It doesn't matter how long we take—one of my brothers once dated a human who didn't want to become intimate with him for an entire year. My brother didn't mind a bit. He knew that sex was important for this person, and he wanted to show them that he respected them. All that matters is that we care about each other, and we'll both know when the time is right."

Onyx holds me. Just holds me. His firm, muscular arms encircle me, and I take a deep breath, my heart full. I know what I want—and it's Onyx. The way he respects me proves he has my best interests in mind.

We snuggle up like two birds in a cozy, plush nest as we eat our popcorn and watch the movie. The couple on screen navigates obstacles that would hinder lesser people, and choose to fall in love despite everything.

Somehow, my right foot ends up in Onyx's hands. "Uh oh." Onyx grins. "Looks like this is my dinner."

"Oh, no!" I laugh as Onyx brings my foot to his mouth.

He pretends to growl, biting my toes playfully and sending happy shocks through my body.

"Onyx!" I giggle.

He laughs, his breath tickling my skin. "Just a little taste test. You taste delicious."

I blush, feeling my skin heat up.

Onyx kisses my foot and sets it down, then moves to cuddle me closer. We watch another movie, and I'm content in his arms.

The love growing between us fills the air. I feel safe and content, knowing I have Onyx by my side.

Onyx turns to me, his eyes searching mine. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I melt into him.

SEVEN

ONYX

I love how open Saint is about his desires.

He wants me, but he wants to wait until we have sex.

Now, a lesser demon would grow annoyed with that behavior—no doubt about it.

They'd spit flames or cuss Saint out and lecture him about how he needs to get over his fears and "just do it already."

But me?

I understand.

I understand that Saint needs time to feel safe and secure with me.

I'm more than willing to wait until he's ready.

I can tell he's trepidatious, but I also can sense the pure feeling between us. It's a slow, gentle love that will only deepen over time—one that will come soon enough, but must be packed with honest and open communication.

That's the only kind of love I want to cultivate—one strong enough to last for eternity.

"Hey." A deep, familiar voice snaps me out of my daze. I'm currently playing billiards by myself in Saint's dorm lobby while he showers. No one can see me do it, which I prefer. In Etruria back when demons were more visible to humans, I'd sometimes get self-conscious. It's tough enough being blue and enormous without judgment.

My jaw drops when Moloch appears before me.

"Moloch?"

My brother rushes toward me and buries me in a hug. "Three thousand years. I never thought I'd see you again."

"How did you find me?"