Chapter Fourteen #2
There weren’t a thousand things that swirled around in my mind at her question.
In fact, there was only one. She was Nikki, a strong presence that had forced herself irrevocably into my mind and heart, but how do I explain that to her?
I didn’t think I could. Nor would this be the right time because her eyes weren’t shimmering with tears, but swirling with emotion and rage, and I feared she hated me.
“Nikki—”
“I’m not some weak little girl, you know?
I’m not scared and upset, sitting here clutching to the gravestone and crying why God, why.
” She glanced at the gravestone, scoffing quietly.
“I’m pissed off, Cade. Because if all this is true, then the man I loved most in the world lied to me for as long as I knew him.
Then you come along, and you lie to me too, and I felt… ” she trailed off.
What?
She felt what?
I wanted to know. Did she feel what I was feeling? These emotions can’t have been as foreign to her as they were to me. Demons didn’t feel things, and we certainly didn’t admit it. Emotions were weakness, and my susceptibility to them had already made me an outcast at home.
How to tell her without actually telling her?
I could only think of one thing. I wanted to tear her clothes off, claim her, and fuck her with everything I had until she came undone.
There wasn’t an inch of her body I didn’t want to touch because I knew already the way her nipples hardened under my fingers and tongue and the taste of her.
I knew how she clenched around me as she came and the slight tremble of her leg as she came down from her high.
There was nothing in this world as intoxicating as the feel of her, and nothing else would do.
Demons weren’t known for being good with words. I could use my fuck-me voice all I wanted, but there was no meaning behind it. But there was one thing I did know, and it was the connection that existed when we came together, the air between and around us simply exploded with electricity.
I’d never get enough.
Nikki watched me, and I couldn’t read her face. Her pupils shifted slightly as her gaze darted between my eyes, not focusing on either one. Then she bit her lip, my expression darkened, and there was a change in the air.
My back hit the ground as she launched at me, and I landed with the edging of the adjoining grave digging uncomfortably into my lower back, but I didn’t care.
Nikki’s body was on top of mine, her breasts pressed against my chest, free from the restraints of a bra she hadn’t bothered with, and I groaned at the feeling as she shoved her tongue in my mouth.
She was so hot, the heat of her surrounding me as she ground her hips against the growing bulge in my pants.
This was wrong. I shouldn’t touch her. I should be talking to her and making this right, I thought, even as I ran my hands down her back, grabbing her ass and pulling her against me as she moaned into my mouth.
Fuck.
A growl rumbled through my throat as my demon stirred. The scent of her arousal was in the air between us, and I wanted to taste her, to swallow her moans and her cum, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
We were on top of her father’s grave.
Fuck.
“Nikki—” My protest was cut off as she grabbed my face with both hands, silencing me with a passionate exchange of lips, tongues, and teeth, desperation seeping off her. She wanted release, needed to forget, and whether she was confused or angry or all of the above, she wanted me.
I couldn’t deny her, not when her hands wandered down over my shoulders and arms, nails digging into my skin with a pain so sweet and pleasure I didn’t deserve. There was nothing I wouldn’t give her, and if what she wanted and needed was me, then she could have me, all of me.
No more questions, not now.
Rolling over, I flipped Nikki around so she was underneath me, and she let me take control, panting as I kissed my way down her body.
I shoved her top up, bundling it so I could graze my teeth along the erect bud of her nipple and growling again as she moaned.
I needed more. Yanking her boots and pants off, I discarded them, nestling myself between her legs and breathing in her scent.
The small damp patch on the front of her underwear was all I needed to know, and I pressed my tongue over the fabric, rolling it over her lips and clit.
Nikki grabbed at my hair, swearing and moaning, writhing under my touch.
She was mine, and I wasn’t going to let her go, not now, not ever.
Even if she never forgave me and I had to satiate myself by watching her from a distance, I’d force that upon myself as punishment for being what I was.
The taste of her pussy would never be enough, but I would take as much as I could now to remember it for as long as I needed to until she let me touch her again.
Sliding off her panties, I cupped my hands under her ass to protect her delicate skin from the rough ground.
She can be as tough as she wants, but she was still human, and I’d protect her as much as she’d allow me to.
Her perfect pink pussy glistened with her arousal in the sunlight, and despite the warmth, she trembled, jumping and shrieking when I ran my tongue between her lips.
She tasted so fucking good.
Nikki’s thighs clamped around my head as I shoved my tongue into her pussy, nuzzling the soft nest of pubic hair with my nose before moving up and licking at her clit.
Her grip on my hair was painful as she tugged me closer, pulling me into her while I licked and sucked, bringing her closer to the edge.
I wanted to bring Nikki there, but I didn’t want this to end, and all too soon she screamed out my name as she came with a flush over my lips and face, dripping down over my fingers.
Nikki was already grabbing at my arms and shoulders as her orgasm ebbed, and I moved over her, ready to claim her as mine.
There were no words, no apologies or explanations, only the heat between us as I fumbled with my pants, freeing my cock before penetrating her, making Nikki cry out as I fully embedded myself in her slick warmth.
Cradling Nikki against me, I protected her from the ground as much as I could.
When she squeaked after a particularly rough thrust and was pushed painfully against a concrete edging, I picked her up with me and flipped over, sat on top of her father’s grave, and pulled Nikki down onto my waiting cock.
She screamed, and her pussy clamped around me as my fingers dug into her hips.
Leaning over me, she gripped the headstone as she rode me.
She was wild, a demon unto herself, taking control and fucking down onto me.
I didn’t care that my thighs and ass were getting grazed and cut, the sweet pain only making the ecstasy of Nikki’s hot cunt around my cock more intense.
Too soon I felt my release building, but I didn’t want it to end.
There was a finality in the air, a desperation to her movements, the way she ground and bounced against me.
A violence and roughness to the touch that was an exacerbated version of who she is.
Her eyes were closed, her mind full of too many betrayals and truths even I couldn’t take away.
I needed to bring her to the edge with me.
Reaching between us, I flicked my finger across her clit, and her eyes snapped open, heavy with lust and pleasure, and lost in the moment.
I found the perfect spot, rubbing in small tight circles until she was panting, her nails scraping against the stone of the grave behind my back as she brought herself off as well as me.
We came together, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine, not ready to let her go.