Chapter Seven #3
Zoe didn’t look away, her sense of power only growing at how his eyes had darkened. ‘I’m just deciding whether or not I can be bothered,’ she said casually, wanting to torture him, because she knew as soon as she touched the water all bets were off.
But he clearly wasn’t in the mood to be tortured.
He strode to the end of the pool, put his hands on the edge and pushed himself out in one smooth, athletic display of strength.
And for a second Zoe wondered what would happen if she ran, and if he would chase her, but then he was there, naked and dripping wet.
He reached for her, and she gasped at the touch of his cool skin against hers, then she was being lifted in his arms and carried over to the lounger.
Then she was down on it, and he was on top of her, his tall powerful figure pushing her down onto the cushions, his skin wet and slippery against hers, the cool feel of it soothing against her own heat.
He settled himself between her thighs as if he had all the time in the world, and then very deliberately kissed her, light, tasting kisses that had her trembling beneath him.
It felt so good to be skin to skin, and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hands over his shoulders and down his back, glorying in the feel of oiled silk beneath her fingertips.
He smelled of chlorine and him, and his mouth was almost delicate on hers, as if she were a glass of the finest wine he’d ever tasted.
She opened her mouth beneath his, trying to kiss him back, but he was having none of it.
‘Lie still,’ he ordered softly. ‘You lost the game, Zoe, so now you’ll have to deal with the consequences.
’ Then he kissed her again, deeper and slower, the complete opposite of the kiss the night before, his weight on her pinning her to the cushions, making it impossible to move.
But it felt good to be pinned like this.
He was an anchor, holding her to earth, making sure she didn’t float away.
‘Demon,’ she whispered against his lips, her private name for him coming so naturally she was hardly even aware she’d said it. ‘Let me touch you.’
‘No,’ he murmured, his mouth trailing down the side of her neck. ‘Winner gets to do whatever he wants, while the loser has to lie there and take it.’
A gasp escaped her as he kept kissing down her body, his tongue tracing the curve of one breast before finding the hard point of her nipple and teasing it, nipping at it. His hands stroked, caressing her everywhere, sliding between her thighs and finding her clit, touching and teasing that too.
‘Please—’ she whispered again, unable to help herself, pleasure building, making her hips lift to his hand, making her shudder.
‘Demon, please—’ It didn’t matter that she was begging, and she could hear herself do it.
And it didn’t matter that she was begging him.
She didn’t think she could keep it inside her, and anyway, he seemed to like it.
He moved down her body, his hands spreading her thighs wide, and then his mouth was between them. He licked her, nipped at the soft wet folds of her sex, nuzzled and explored her slowly and deliberately, and she couldn’t stop the sounds he brought from her.
She was as lost as she’d been the night before, and she didn’t care. Because he was here, giving her so much pleasure, and this was all she’d ever wanted. Him and his touch. His kisses. His tongue and the ecstasy he gave her.
She shuddered as he brought her to the edge, but she didn’t want to tip over because he hadn’t taken anything for himself. He ignored her pleas. One flick of his magic tongue and the pleasure exploded through her, her cry of release echoing around the pool area.
For long moments, all she could do was lie there with her eyes closed, shaking with the aftershocks. Then she felt him shift on her. ‘Don’t go,’ she said before she could stop herself, the words automatic and desperate.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said as she heard the sound of foil ripping. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’
Then he was between her thighs again, the blunt head of his cock pushing against her, inside her, and she groaned.
‘Open your eyes,’ he murmured. ‘Look at me, Star.’
She didn’t even think about resisting, her lashes lifting almost without thought, meeting the intense, burning blue of his gaze. He didn’t speak and he didn’t look away, maintaining eye contact as he began to move inside her, a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips that had her gasping.
He was beautiful, her Demon, so achingly beautiful, and she lifted her hands to his hair, burying her fingers in the damp silk of it.
‘You shouldn’t have left.’ She didn’t think about what she was saying, the words just came out. ‘You should have stayed with me.’
His darkening gaze flickered then held. ‘I’m here now,’ he murmured. ‘And so are you.’
Then he bent and covered her mouth again, kissing her hard and deep, desperate and feverish as the pleasure built and built.
Until she was shaking. Until she couldn’t bear it any more.
Her fingers curled into fists in his hair as the orgasm broke inside her, ecstasy flooding her entire being and sending her up into space, with him following along after her.