Chapter 22
Joseline
Tobias freezes, his eyes locked so intently with mine that it feels like he's reaching into my soul, searching for something.
Sincerity? Fear? A complete lack of self preservation?
Then, his fingers slowly untangle from my hair, but he doesn't move away. He stays just as close, our chests touching.
“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” His voice is a low growl that vibrates through every inch of me.
“I know what I’m asking,” I assure him, even though I’m not sure at all. Yes, I’m eager to see what’s hidden beneath his clothes—what’s hiding behind that mask—but everything else…
I’m not even sure what there is to be afraid of, aside from the demon standing in front of me. Flack from the band? Concerts being even more awkward than they already are? Actually getting hurt?
The unknown has my stomach turning.
I swallow hard, trying to think logically, but it’s all lost to the heartbeat pounding between my thighs.
“Tell me you want me to stay,” he demands.
“I want you to stay.” My answer comes too easily. I'm surprised I don’t have a snarky comment ready, but the moment is too sincere, too vulnerable for sarcasm. If I piss him off, he’ll leave, and that’s the last thing I want. For now, I want him to stay right here.
“That whatever happens tonight has no consequence,” he goes on. “And after I leave, it’ll be like nothing happened.”
Great, the demon wants a one-night stand. I can handle that; it’s not like I’m looking for anything more. Especially not with this asshole.
“I'd be disappointed if you felt otherwise.” I put on my smuggest smile.
He chuckles darkly and takes a step back, putting space between us. My stomach lurches. For a moment, I think he might leave. He's watching me, intensity burning in his eyes, like he's at war with himself.
Then he reaches for his mask, and my heart slams into my throat.
As he pulls it off, I hold my breath, drinking in every inch of skin that’s exposed.
It’s navy blue and purple, swirling together like a starless night sky.
Black hair falls over his eyes, his pointed ears and angular features making him look almost ethereal.
Silver piercings in his eyebrow and lip shine against his skin, and dark horns appear, curling toward the back of his head.
Somehow, he looks nothing and everything like I imagined.
And goddamn is he fine.
My shock must be evident on my face because a knowing smile lifts the corner of his mouth.
“Last chance,” he warns, tossing his mask aside.
My insides squirm as I study his stunning features, wondering what the rest of him looks like. At the thought, my pussy flutters, and I know I’m done for.
“I want you to stay,” I repeat, my voice not much more than a whisper. “Just tonight. Just for a while.”
On my next breath, Tobias’ mouth crashes against mine, his lips moving eagerly like his last thread of restraint has just snapped. He chases my tongue with his and my knees go weak. His movements are sure, purposeful, perfect. Like he knows exactly what it'll take to make me lose my mind.
My body is on fire, and we’re still wearing all our clothes.
Fuck. I want to be naked right now.
My hands snake up over his shoulders, locking behind his neck.
He dips to grab me by the thighs, and before I can protest, he lifts me with ease.
I scream against his mouth when the floor disappears from beneath me.
I’m not light and not delusional enough to think otherwise.
But this demon just lifted me like it was… easy?
And now I’m certain I’m so wet that it’s soaking into the front of his shirt, but if he notices he doesn’t say anything. He walks me over to the bed and lays me down with impossible grace. His muscle-packed body settles between my thighs and I whimper.
“It’s fair to warn you,” he says, dropping to kiss his way around my throat. “My cock is probably a little different than what you’re used to.”
I wouldn’t care if he fucked me with goddamn rubber duck at this point. I just need some part of him inside me before I explode.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I demand, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
With a growl that leaves my insides trembling, Tobias grabs the front of my dress and pulls.
The sound of tearing fabric echoes around us, and the fresh air has my nipples so hard they hurt.
Before I can complain about my shredded dress, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard enough to make me groan.
“I'm going to fuck that bratty attitude right out of you,” he threatens, moving to the other as one of his hands roams over my belly and dips lower.
“You can try,” I snap breathlessly, and he chuckles. A shiver rolls up my spine. I probably shouldn't be taunting a literal demon, but I can't help it. He's such a fucking ass.
And maybe, just maybe, I want to see if he measures up to that cocky mouth of his.
He stands and strips out of his shirt, tossing it aside.
I can’t help but stare as more flawless navy skin is exposed, tracing his perfectly chiseled muscles mentally and trying not to drool all over myself.
When he shoves his pants and boxers down, his cock springs free, and my jaw drops against my will.
Fuck, he’s huge.
Not only that, he’s pierced; several silver barbells glisten along the underside of his shaft.
Ridges run along the topside, and there’s some kind of protrusion at the base, but I don’t get a good look at it before he’s between my thighs again with his mouth pressed against mine.
I guess I’ll find out about the fancy bits once it’s inside me, which is the only thing I care about right now.
Until the fat tip of his cock kisses my scorching skin, and I start second-guessing my desires.
For all that talk, I expected something less impressive.This mother fucker might just break me in half.
“You don’t have to worry about pulling out,” I say between kisses, figuring I might as well get that out of the way. “I’m on the pill.”
A feral growl vibrates up his throat, and his teeth graze my neck. “Good, because I want to see you dripping with demon seed.”
I gasp as he rocks his hips forward, applying enough pressure that the head slips inside.
A guttural noise escapes him as he slowly stretches me, working his way in.
The piercings and ridges are unlike anything I’ve experienced before, the textures teasing and massaging every inch of my pussy.
Every time I think he's buried to the hilt, he somehow forces more cock into me, until my eyes are rolling back.
“Oh God. Fuck, fuck,” I pant, clutching at him in desperation.
He chuckles as he pulls his hips back, giving me the tiniest bit of relief.
“Sweetheart, God can't fuck you like this.”
Then he slams forward so hard it takes my breath away. He doesn't give me a chance to catch it either, before he's fucking me at a brutal pace.
His hand comes up and his fingers wrap around my throat.
“Is this what you wanted, human?” he growls low in my ear. “To have a demon inside you?”
He punctuates each of his words with an unforgiving thrust of his hips.
He squeezes his fingers tighter around my throat, and my breath stutters. Depraved pleasure floods my system as he buries himself completely and stills.
“You wanted to taste a bit of Hell?”
Something swipes over my clit while his hands are up near my head, and I jump at the sensation. Then it moves again, rolling over the sensitive nub with such precision that it can’t be a coincidence. Whatever the protrusion above his cock is, it feels like a thumb, slowly teasing me.
His lips brush over mine, making them ache, as he rolls his hips again.
“Answer me,” he demands, and my pussy clenches around his cock.
My eyes locked on his, I nod. “Y-yes.”
“Not so bratty when you’re stuffed full of cock are you?” He chuckles and draws his hips back, punching them forward before I can answer. All I can do is moan as his claws rake gently over my chest, brushing over my nipples before he catches one between his teeth.
Pain mixes with pleasure as he picks up his pace again, fucking into me with abandon. My senses are on fire, heat burning through every inch of me. I may hate this demon and everything about him, but this cock…
It might be the best thing about him.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You squeeze my cock so well.” He kisses me again until my lips are searing against his. My nerves light up everywhere he touches me, and I want him closer. I want him everywhere, all around me.
I hate how much I want him right now.
“I want to fucking ruin you.” His teeth graze along my neck, and I can feel my heartbeat against his lips.
At this point, he can do whatever he wants. I’m not tapping out; I have a point to prove.
What that point is? I’m not quite sure.
But I think it has to do with showing Tobias I can take whatever he dishes out.
He pulls back, slipping his cock out of me, and I almost whine at its absence. I want to drag him back to me, but he’s already flipping me over onto my stomach.
“On your knees,” he says sharply. “Let me see that luscious ass.”
I shrug out of the remnants of my dress, tossing the fabric aside. Then I push myself up onto my knees, my ass on full display for him. A growl rumbles behind me, and embarrassed heat prickles over my cheeks.
“Fuck, this ass is incredible.” There’s no warning before his bare hand comes down on one of my asscheeks and I wince at the pain. It quickly fades to warmth as he rubs his digits over the skin, and then he slaps the other cheek. “You’re a goddess, you know that?”
Was that… a compliment?
I try not to focus on his words; they’re probably just to turn me on. He can’t possibly mean them.