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She ran her hands down her warm, wet, slippery skin, and shivered. The ache deep inside increased, and her nipples actually hurt they were so tight.

She was so desperate to get off, she shook, her skin heating and prickling, her breath coming harder, faster. Widening her stance, she slipped her fingers along her slit, and a moan broke past her lips.

Oh yeah, that felt good.

Even better when she brushed over her clit. Maybe she could get herself off quickly, take the edge off before Chaos got back, before they talked.

Leaning against the wall for support, she closed her eyes and started circling her clit, brushing over it, and when that wasn’t enough, rubbing it in earnest. But after a few minutes, she bit back a desperate curse. It wasn't working. She was so desperate for release she whimpered, tears of frustration prickling the backs of her eyelids.

The water turned off suddenly.

Grace’s eyes flew open. Chaos stood there, gaze burning with hunger. He held up a towel. "Step out, Grace.”

Heat slashed her cheeks. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"I heard a moan and thought you might need help." His hungry gaze traveled over her naked body. “I was right."

CHAPTER 18

Grace’s gaze was heavy with lust as she looked at him. Her skin flushed pink, a result of the hot water and her turned-on state, and shit, it suited the hell out of her.

She didn't try to cover herself, and Chaos took advantage to the fullest, his gaze moving over every gorgeous inch. Sleek and strong. Pert, round ass; narrow hips; those perfect-handful tits, nipples tight and pointed. His mouth watered, desperate to taste every inch of her beautiful body.

"Step out, Grace." For once, she didn’t argue. She stepped into the towel he held, and he rubbed it over her skin carefully, making sure to avoid her injuries.

"What do you think you're doing?" She sounded a little bewildered, but mostly needy as hell.

Always so sure and confident, it was good to see her a little off balance for once. Because that’s how she affected him, and he couldn't help but push her a little more.

He pressed his lips to her ear. "I know how much you need release. Jesus fucking Christ, the scent of you, it’s the sweetest, most intoxicating thing I’ve ever breathed. You have no idea what it does to me.” She trembled. "And I intend to get you there.”

She shivered as he pulled her long hair back and squeezed out the moisture, then turned her to face him, her little panted breaths rushing past her full lips, fire lighting her eyes. “That’s presumptuous.”

“You want it.”

She blinked up at him, then her jaw tightened. “You’re so fucking arrogant."

“The males you’ve had in your bed…” He bit back a hiss, the very idea of anyone else touching her made him want to douse his brain in bleach. “None of them could ever do for you what I can. No one will ever make you as wet, or come as hard.”

Her chin lifted, her eyes flashing. “Really? You talk the talk, but I doubt—”

“We were made for each other, Grace. No one else can ever compete with that.”

She stilled, trembling under his hands. Finally, she licked her lips. "Chaos..."

"You will always be bound to me, we’ll be bound to each other, whether you want it that way or not. It's just the way it is." He didn't know what it meant for either of them, but just saying the words, expressing the way he'd been feeling, brought a sense of calm he hadn't felt since he had set eyes on her.

“What if I say yes?” she said, voice strong but shaky.

Now it was Chaos’s turn to still. “What?”

She lifted her chin. “What if I agree to mate with you?”

His heart raced. “You truly want that?”

Determination shone in her mahogany gaze. “I want to win this war. I want the power mating will give us. Eve’s power has grown. Chaya told me Mia’s has as well, maybe it’ll be the same for me.”

“What are you actually asking for?” His voice sounded rough as hell, and he stood frozen as he waited for her response.