“Dangerous proclamation.” I wanted to spend hours submitting to every devious, debauched thing I craved from my husband.
“How dangerous would you like me to be?” He trailed a finger between my breasts, following a line down my middle. Goddess-cursed demon, he stopped right below my belly button.
“Do your worst, your majesty. I’m ready for every twisted, dark thing you can dream up.”
With a flick of his wrist, my gown disappeared. Wrath’s clothing followed next. His raw masculine sensuality sent a searing ripple of heat through me as he looked me over again; this time there was strategy in his gaze. Like he’d taken this particular challenge personally.
“One thing I can promise you.” Wrath stepped forward and clasped a manacle around one of my wrists. He bent to whisper in my ear, his breath sending pleasant goose bumps along my body as he slowly took my other wrist in hand. “I can be very,verywicked, my love.”
Of that I had little doubt.
I allowed my gaze to drift over the pale tattoo written along his collarbone.Acta non verba.It was the perfect reminder that now was the time for action, not words. I rattled my chains, enjoying the way his gaze snagged on my body right before he hoisted my leg up.
A smile teased the edges of my lips. “It’s high time youshowedme, demon.”
Wrath’s ebony wings shot out to either side. He looked like sin incarnate, and as his magic enveloped me, I thanked the goddess he was mine.