24 HEART OF GOLD #2
He stilled briefly, then set a new pace. Keeping his thrusts slow and easy, he circled her clit with his finger, warming her up. When she was ready, he increased the pressure, spreading her wetness over the swollen nub.
Her moans were music to his ears. Her nails dug into his skin and her eyes squeezed shut. He pulled out halfway and kept working her with his fingers. She dug her heels in, trying to make him go deep again, but he held off.
“Raum—” Frustration was in her tone.
He smiled to himself and bit down on the soft skin of her neck again. The urge to let his fangs grow was so strong, he had to deliberately force them back. He worked her clit faster, putting more pressure right on it as she grew more swollen.
“Yes!”
Yeah, she was close.
He ramped back up at the last possible second. Keeping up pressure on her clit, he pushed deep, sinking as far inside her as he could get with each thrust. At the same time, he forgot to check himself and bit down.
His fangs appeared from nowhere, and his teeth sank into her skin.
Hot blood filled his mouth. Sunshine cried out as she hit her peak, her body seizing and then erupting in waves of contracting muscles. Her inner walls clenched around him, gripping him like a fist, milking the climax out of him.
He didn’t stand a chance. With a long groan against her neck, teeth still in her skin, he fell into his own orgasm.
The world disappeared for a second. Or a minute. Or an hour.
Whether his eyes were open or closed, he saw nothing but blackness with bright bursts of light. Ecstasy raced through his blood, spinning his head around and around until he had no sense of up or down or where his body ended and hers began.
But when he expected the world to stop spinning and things to normalize, they didn’t. They kept going. The pleasure went on. He swore he was still coming. Or maybe he’d stopped and started again.
“Raum …”
His body felt weightless, but it also felt like he didn’t even have a body anymore. He was just a bubble of pleasure, drifting through space. He never wanted to come down.
“Raum!”
The voice penetrated the bubble. Once he heard it, he realized it had been going on for a while.
He forced his eyes open and found a pair of dark ones staring back down at him. The richest flavor coated his tongue, and it was so good, he licked his lips to make sure he hadn’t missed any.
“Mmm.” He offered her a lazy smile.
“My god, Raum, you scared me half to death!”
He was on his back, he realized, and she was leaning over him. But he could have sworn she’d been on her back moments ago.
He frowned, trying to figure out what happened.
“You bit me!” she said by way of explanation. Oh yeah. “Why on earth would you do that?”
He glanced at her neck. There was indeed a noticeable bite mark there, with a bit of that delicious blood spread around it. “Did I hurt you?”
She recoiled. “Me? Of course not. You’re the one who just drank poison!”
He smiled. Man, he was woozy, but it felt good. “I’m fine.”
She groaned. “Oh no, you’re high again.”
“Nah. Just a little lightheaded.”
“Why did you bite me?”
“Dunno. Couldn’t help myself. No regrets.”
She blew out a breath. “How are you not unconscious? I don’t understand.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t take that much.”
“You took enough. And when we met, I injected you with enough of my blood to knock a demon out for hours. You barely batted an eye.” Her head shook. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
He wasn’t that concerned. Mostly he was just glad he could bite her without passing out because it had been extremely difficult to fight the urge—and he’d failed, too.
“You sure I didn’t hurt you?” He sat up a little and turned onto his side to face her, propping himself up on an elbow.
Finally accepting he wasn’t at death’s door, she dropped onto her back, and the lazy, post-coital smile he’d wanted to see on her face finally appeared. “I’m fine. Bit of a shock at the end, but I’m fine.”
“It didn’t hurt when I bit you?”
Her smile widened. “I may have liked it a little.”
Fuck. She was almost too perfect. “I liked it a lot.”
“I could tell by the way you moaned in my ear and wouldn’t let go of my neck.” Her brow lifted. “And then you went as limp as a wet noodle, and I thought I’d killed you.”
He snorted. He couldn’t die from angel blood and they both knew it. “It was a really good orgasm. Your blood made it even better.”
“I like making you lose control.”
“It’s easy with you.” He leaned over and kissed her. She hummed against his lips, and they ended up necking like crazy until he was hard again. It didn’t take much with her.
He rolled over top of her, feeling a little wicked, and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed beside her head. “How sore are you?” he asked against her lips, nudging her pussy with his shaft so she would know what he was after.
She was still dripping wet from their orgasms, and the thought of his cum filling her up inside and spilling out made him want to fuck her and fill her up all over again.
“You’re ready already?” she asked.
“Yup. How sore?”
“A little.” She smiled. “But not enough.”
“If it hurts, tell me to stop.”
“I’m not going to tell you to stop.”
He slid his hips forward and sank all the way to Heaven.
A few hours later, they went for a walk with Luna, taking her to the park and then picking up some dog food.
They were both studiously ignoring the outside world.
Raum’s phone rang several times until he finally turned the ringer off.
It was late when they returned, so they stripped off their clothes and collapsed in the bed in a tangle of naked limbs.
Sunshine could hear Raum’s breath deepening with sleep where he lay beside her. The room was dark, save for the city lights casting a faint glow through the sheer curtains. Everything was perfect. Almost.
There was one thing she wanted.
“Raum?” she whispered into the dark.
“Hmm?” He sounded mostly asleep, and she smiled.
“Will you shift for me?”
The sheets rustled as he rolled over, and she turned her head on the pillow to look into his golden eyes, heavy lidded. He frowned in question.
“Into your full demon.”
“Why?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She suddenly felt embarrassed about her request.
“I didn’t say that. I asked why.”
“Because …” She turned her face to the ceiling, shying away from his direct stare. “I like you in that form. Your feathers are so soft, and when we flew together, I felt safe against them.”
“You felt safe.”
She glanced back at him, finding his face as inscrutable as the inflection of his words. “Yes.”
He hesitated, and she remembered his hesitation to shift in Hell, and how he’d made her promise not to scream. He probably thought she was scared or repulsed by him.
She turned onto her side to face him. “I already told you I think all your forms are beautiful, remember? It’s your fault if you don’t believe me.”
He continued scrutinizing her with that unreadable expression, not responding.
A moment later, however, he sat up and shifted.
The massive demon bird was suddenly taking up considerable space on the bed, his deadly talons digging into the blankets.
His weight caused the mattress to sag, and she slid into him.
He unfurled his four wings for balance as he tried to make space for her to move over, but she kept sliding right back under him.
He flapped around while she struggled until she burst out laughing.
“Perhaps we should have thought this through better,” she said, finally managing to scramble out from under him. She climbed to her feet beside the bed, wrapping the blanket around her to ward off the chill from the cooling air.
Raum looked at her, cocking his enormous scaled head as if to say, Now what? He blinked, membranes sliding horizontally across his eyes.
“You get comfortable and then I’ll climb in beside you.”
He seemed to shake his head at her, but a moment later, he spread his wings, shifted his feet around, and then settled in the center of the mattress, folding his wings once more. He cocked his head as if waiting to see what she’d do.
Smiling now, she grabbed a pillow and crawled across the bed, tucking herself as close to his warm feathers as she could with the blanket still wrapped around her. He opened two of his wings, and she snuggled even closer, sighing with bliss as they closed over her like another blanket.
He nuzzled her hair with his beak, so she reached out and stroked the downy plumage of his chest. His head tucked against his wing right over her head, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.