Chapter 15 #2
“If you don’t come out and face me like the demon you pretend to be, I will enlist every last witch in Superbia to cast their most horrid spells on you, Barnabel.” She spat out my given name sharper than the edge of a knight’s blade.
My Little Spade seemed to know which of my buttons would be equivalent to apocalyptic launch codes—no surprise there. The true shock that settled uncomfortably into my bones was that I hadn’t turned the door into splinters the second she used that name.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck that name out of her or fuck it into her. I may not have been blessed with the foresight of when I would finally wreck that untouched cunt of hers. But the fantasized visuals in my head? Those promised sweet ruin.
Ruin that was going to happen right goddamn now.
I forced controlled breaths through my nostrils as I sought out every ounce of discipline instilled in me centuries ago.
Those were the days when I was an adolescent demon with an ego too big for my title.
Knighthood fed my arrogance, but it created a dependence on dominating the battlefield, no matter what the landscape looked like.
That penchant for refusing to lose enforced a strict sense of control.
Taking the bottle of aged whiskey, I took a final draw—enough to feel the burn warm its way down into my gut. Maybe that was trading one fire for another, but the smooth liquid quieted the wicked inferno that lived in my blood.
Then, with a great deal of calm, I turned and pulled the door open.
I stood in the doorway, water still dripping over every naked inch of my body. My tanned skin and dimmed runes glistened under the harsh overhead lights.
Eve almost tumbled right into me, catching herself with her hands on the doorframe at the last second. One deep breath from me would have the tip of her slightly upturned nose brushing the space between my pecs.
“Trying to fall into my arms already, Little Spade?” I quipped with a wry smile.
Whatever argument had been on the tip of her tongue was lost to the ether as she stood there frozen.
I had that effect on the ladies. And if you asked Ignatius, I had it on men, too.
“Eyes up here, Eve,” I grinned as my fingers tapped underneath her chin.
There was a moment of reluctance before her gaze shifted upwards.
Meeting her eyes, a wave of satisfaction tightened something low in my gut.
“Good girl,” I rumbled. “Now, what was it you were saying?”
She cleared her throat, my apparent lack of clothes distracting her enough to interrupt all rational lines of thought.
Though good on her for trying to maintain her train of thought anyway.
When she shifted to force herself more upright, she still had to tilt her head back to keep her eyes locked on mine.
“Told you to come out and face me.”
Her voice almost came out steady. I’d have to do something about that.
Taking a step forward, my cock brushed the front of her dress, making it twitch in excitement. Her breath hitched in response.
“After that part.”
Her knuckles bleached white from clutching the frame too tightly. Stubbornness and pride kept her feet glued where she stood.
Nerves were visibly fraying as Eve subconsciously dragged her tongue over her lips, wetting them in a display that set off filthy thoughts in my mind. A low groan spilled out of me. The idea of that sassy mouth of hers stretched around my fat cock made me even harder.
“I’d hire witches to curse you.” Her words came out breathier this time.
“Mm, after that. I believe you called me something.” Maybe that would jog her memory, which currently appeared to be short-circuiting.
Those pretty lips pressed together, parting in what sounded more like a prayer than any curse she had threatened me with.
“Barnabel.”
The sound of it still felt abrasive on pieces of my fragile demon ego. Yet it only made me more determined to push her a little further down this slippery slope where we both ended up sweaty and bruised.
“Ah, right. That was it.” I erased the distance between us, my hand anchored itself onto the back of her neck, my fingers carding through her soft locks.
She wanted this confrontation, and now she would get it.
“Listen clearly, Little Spade. The only time you get to use that name is while you’re coming hard all over my dick. I’m talking about the type of orgasm that makes you question if you’ll ever come back up for air or if you’ll die with my cum drying on your thighs.”
A slow grind of my hips smeared the precum leaking from the tip of my length onto the front of her dress to drive my point home.
Ducking my head down to her level, I murmured against her lips, “And you’ll beg for it to happen all over again.”
Eve choked on air and her own spit. When she realized my hold on her neck prevented escape, the fiery temper came barreling back in.
Balled up hands landed pitiful strikes against my bare chest as she yelled at me. “You’re an arrogant piece of shit!”
Clenching my teeth, I released her neck only to gather her wrists in my hands to prevent further assault. Wouldn’t want her hurting herself.
“Little Spade.” My warning lay heavy on my tongue. “That’s not very nice to the man who is willing to wage war on every threat in this fucked up city for you.”
Still trying to free herself, she snarled at me. “You’re just pissed because you know that even if you did fuck me, I wouldn’t call your name even if you paid me!”
Bold claim. But I was bolder. Give me a challenge, and I’d exceed expectations simply out of spite.
Growling with anticipation, I walked her back until her knees met the edge of the bed. One firm shove, and she landed on the mattress with a slight bounce.
In one heartbeat, I found myself on top of her, covering her beneath the full span of my body without forcing all my weight onto her.
Before any protests could take shape, my lips sealed onto hers with a nearly bruising force. The bare steel of my dick ground against her, not caring about anything but the primal need she stirred up in me.
But our mouths locked onto each other wasn’t enough. I needed to taste more of her. One aggressive grind of my hips against hers, and those pink glossed lips opened up for me. My tongue wasted no time sweeping inside hers, conquering the space like I owned it. Because right now, I did.
She was mine. Not just because she was marked, but because she would be claimed.
Eve’s body writhed beneath me. The battle with her own desires clashed with the unknown, evidenced in the way she arched up into me, then melted back into the mattress. The needy whimpers into my mouth only drove me to taste her deeper, ignoring the scraping of our teeth.
After an eternity, I finally tore my mouth from hers, only to leave a hot trail of kisses along her throat while my hands pinned her wrists down on either side of her head. We panted for much-needed air after the kiss that consumed us both.
Dragging my teeth down the column of her throat, I encountered my first obstacle.
The thin straps of her dress snapped with barely any force when I tugged at them with my teeth.
One problem fucking solved.
My dick throbbed, feeling the heat of her beneath the dress and panties.
Her scent heightened all my senses—the sounds she made were louder, her body responding to mine felt sweeter, and seeing every reaction in real time was fucking beautiful.
There was no longer a need to rely on the haze of a vision to leave me fabricating fantasies to fill in the unforeseen gaps.
Releasing one of her wrists, I gripped her chin to tilt her face up at me. I wanted her to feel the weight of my words.
“Eve, you’re going to scream my name.” My thumb smeared our combined saliva across her bottom lip. “You’re going to drench my cock while you do it. If you’re a good girl, you’ll never feel anything better. If not, I’ll fuck you straight into next week until you do.”
No threats here, just promises of ruinous ecstasy.
This wouldn’t be easy for her, but nothing in hell worthwhile was.
I kissed her again, this time slower. Let her get drawn into something that steadied her heartbeat. Allowed her to get lost in a sea of tenderness I rarely showed—the calm before the storm she was about to weather.
The dress became a victim of my impatience to experience all of her body. Seams creaked under the pressure until the dress cleared her hips. I’d already tasted her with my tongue; I wanted to savor her with my cock.
Eve’s body was surrounded by a halo of light blue light from the colored bulbs in the ceiling shining down on the onyx sheets.
A true demoness if I ever saw one. The curves of her figure turned all rational thought into insatiable lust and unparalleled greed.
It started with the swell of her breasts which were the perfect handful, to the dip of her waist, and trailed down to the slender line of her stomach leading right to her pussy glistening with arousal.
Fuck. Suddenly, all the times I had jacked off to her vision felt inadequate by comparison to living and breathing in this moment.
Her legs rubbed together, the branded spade vivid against the pale, creamy expanse of her thighs.
My hands skimmed over her hips until they found purchase just above her knees, splitting them apart with ease for me to settle between them.
“You see me, Eve? You see what you fucking do to my cock?”
Timeless didn’t even begin to describe the look on her face when she stared at me properly, her pupils blown wide with awe, apprehension, and lust in their most essential forms.
I gripped myself at the base, taking my time stroking the length I’d be impaling her on soon enough. My thumb swept over the bead of precum gathered at the swollen crown, drawing attention to its unusually subtle point.