19 CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE #2
She gripped his hips, encouraging his thrusts, proving she was right there with him. She made that humming sound around him again, and the need to climax escalated. He was close, so damn close, and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold on for much longer.
But he remembered her words … I want you to mark me.
Who was he to deny such a request?
He released her head and pulled out of her mouth, shifting down her body a little. “I’m gonna fuck these gorgeous breasts,” he growled, sounding more like a beast than a man. “And then I’m gonna come all over them.”
He pushed her cleavage together, groaning at the way the soft flesh overflowed his grip.
She placed her hands over his, her heated gaze making it clear she was on board with his plans.
When he pulled his hands away, she kept hers in place, holding herself in position for him.
He dropped forward, planting his palms above either side of her head, and slid his cock between her breasts, his shaft still wet with her saliva.
“Oh, fuck .” His gaze was riveted to the sight, his head swimming with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy. Can’t hold back.”
“ Yes ,” she moaned like she was equally turned on.
Which was impossible, of course, but the fact that she was lying there letting him fuck her tits?
The fact that he could still taste her cum on his lips, and the fact that his dick was still wet from her mouth, and the fact that she’d told him she liked it when he took charge—
Yeah, he didn’t stand a chance.
The climax caught him almost by surprise. He’d thought he’d be able to hold off another couple minutes, but no such luck. A hoarse shout tore out of him, and he shot all over her chest.
He’d never come so hard in his life. Or so much. He soaked her breasts and neck, and some of it even got on her face, which was so goddamn hot, no words could describe it.
Hips still flexing, he rubbed his shaft all over her, spreading his release around, reveling in the knowledge that he was coating her with his scent, his essence, his mark.
His. He was making her his.
Sunshine was drunk on sex. They hadn’t technically had penetrative sex, but as far as she was concerned, that was sex . Anyone who said otherwise had obviously never experienced what she had.
Raum’s body sagged until he nearly collapsed, and he finally dropped onto the bed beside her and stretched out like a lazy panther in the sun.
She liked the smile he wore now the most of all the ones she’d seen. It was like the drugged smile from last night—easy and relaxed—only the reason for it now had nothing to do with a substance. And it was just for her. No one else would see this smile or be the cause of it.
And if someone tried, she would show them the meaning of “avenging angel.”
They lay in silence for a few moments, faces turned together, until Raum sat up suddenly, declaring he would start a shower and get her cleaned up. He looked pleased about the mess he’d made.
He went to the bathroom with a spring in his step that made her chuckle, and she heard the shower come on. She was indeed in dire need of bathing. His release coated her chest, neck, chin, and even one of her cheeks. There was even some in her hair.
How filthy. How wanton. Such behavior was so unsuitable for an angel, it was positively obscene.
A smile curved her lips.
Raum reappeared in the doorway in all his naked glory, dark skin glistening with sweat. His shaft was still half hard and hung against his leg in a way that made her mouth feel curiously parched.
Hungry. The sight of him made her hunger for more.
“You want me to carry you to the shower or can you walk?” he asked.
She stretched her arms overhead and arched her back, showing off her breasts because she loved the way his eyes darkened.
“Carry me? I’m not sure my legs would hold me right now.”
He stalked across the room, reminding her again of a panther and then bent and scooped her off the bed like she was weightless. Straightening, he hefted her higher up his arms, and a laugh escaped her as her body bounced in his rough handling.
She liked the way he gripped her a little too hard, as if he wasn’t quite aware of his strength and forgot to temper it. She liked thinking she made him forget about control.
He spun a little faster than necessary, making her laugh again, and carried her dutifully to the shower, leaving the door open behind him and stepping directly under the hot spray.
Water sluiced over her, running into her eyes and mouth, splashing off their bodies and out the open door to spread all over the floor.
It was chaos. Disorderly and careless. She’d never felt more free.
“Raum, put me down!” she sputtered as water sprayed directly into her face.
He did, letting her slide down his body, keeping his hands on her until her wobbly legs were steady. On her feet, she stepped out from under the water and looked up at him. By the Spheres, he’s so beautiful.
Water poured over his rich-toned skin and trailed down his body. His golden eyes were so striking. Demon, human, angel—it no longer mattered to her what he was or what she was.
He was just Raum, and right now, when they were like this, he was hers.
He bent and kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him. The kissing quickly escalated, and she found herself pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his shaft harden against her stomach.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled against her lips, driving his hips up in a lazy thrust to slide his erection against her wet skin. “Right here against the wall.”
She moaned, tipping her head back as he kissed along her jaw. “Yes. Mm-hmm. Please.” That empty ache had returned, and she knew exactly how she wanted to fill it.
But he pulled back, that wicked glint returning to his eyes—the very demonic glint she was coming to enjoy. He didn’t tease or play games often, and each time he did, she grew determined to encourage him to do it more.
But then he said, “Not yet,” and she decided this was one game she didn’t want to play.
“I’m gonna make you wait.” He looked at the scowl on her face and actually laughed out loud—even rarer than a smile.
He reached up and poked the end of her nose playfully. “You’re perfect, angel.”
She scoffed, but her whole body flushed with pleasure. “I’m probably the worst angel to ever have existed, so I wouldn’t say that.”
In an instant, all his humor vanished, that dark seriousness returning full force. She immediately regretted her words—that hadn’t been her intention at all.
“Will you get in trouble for this?” he asked. “For me?”
She shook her head, touching his cheek. “No one knows that I found you, and they definitely don’t know about this. And they never will because I’d never tell them, without or without a vow.”
He nodded, but something unsaid lurked in their air now. She knew what it was.
This … whatever this was between them … couldn’t last. They may have healed their own animosity, but that didn’t make it any less impossible for an angel and a demon to have a relationship.
Or friendship. Or whatever they wanted to call it.
Honestly, she didn’t want to jinx it by trying to give it a name.
It was just … Sunshine and Raum.
She tried to lighten the mood, to draw his playful side out once more. “So if you won’t ravish me against the tile, what do you plan to do with your day?”
He gave her a look like he was reconsidering his refusal, which made her wonder why he’d refused in the first place. “I guess now that you have your book, I wanna go check on the dogs.”
Her heart missed a beat as she remembered his erroneous assumption. She’d misled him so he would go through the hellgate without complaint, and he still believed she had the grimoire.
If she corrected him, he would insist they return immediately to Hell to plan their next heist attempt. But he wasn’t coming back to Hell with her. She had learned her lesson, and she would not endanger him again for something he should have no part in.
When she went back, she was doing it alone. Which meant saying goodbye to him, and she wasn’t ready to do that.
“And then I should visit my brothers,” he added. “I’ve been gone a few days, and they’re going to start worrying.”
She pressed her lips together to hold back the emotion tightening her throat. How simply sweet and adorable. How am I ever going to let him go?
“You … wanna come?”
Her brows flew up. “To meet your brothers?”
He coughed. “No. I meant to the shelter.” But then he glanced away. “Never mind. I’m sure you have lots of important angel shit to do—”
“I would love to see the shelter where you work.”
“It’s not really—” His words were mumbled and he was still avoiding her eyes. “It’s just something I’m doing … You know, ’cause I’m bored.”
“Of course,” she replied blandly, hiding her smile. “I’d like to meet the dog who knocked me over.”
“He’s better behaved now. I’ve been training him.”
His eyes lit up just speaking about it, and her heart melted further. The demon had really gotten under her skin.
She had to be careful or she might never be able to get him out.