Chapter Sixteen #2
He watched as she tried to modulate her face, pretending that he wasn’t giving her the exact rhythm and touch that he’d memorized from those dreams.
Skye sucked in a breath and threw her head back, baring her neck. The silky line of her throat called to him. He nuzzled his face into the place between her shoulder and her ear, mouthing at the sweet skin. Her scent filled his senses. The sweet and slightly bitter burnt marshmallows.
“That feel good, baby?” Remi taunted, a vicious delight racing through his veins. “I can feel your pussy milking me. Your body shaking.”
She didn’t answer, only clawed her fingernails into his shoulders, hard enough there’d be half-crescent moons indenting his skin.
He sucked on her ear. “Just imagine if I could get my fingers tickling the underside of your wings.” Skye’s next moan was almost a hiccup. “Think of how hard you’d come.”
Her pussy clenched around him, and he had to grit his teeth against coming from the sheer pleasure rocketing through him.
He’d been losing the war between them, but this battle he’d win. He’d have Skye coming on his cock and eating her words. “No comebacks? No snappy remarks? Maybe this is all you needed. To get fucked and fall in line. You need me. You need this.”
“I don’t,” she said. A red ring blinked in and out within her irises, like she was fighting it.
“You do,” he said and grabbed both of her wrists and tugged them behind her body, needing more control over her. “Admit it, Skye. Admit you need me. Admit that what you did to me is different from your other deals.”
She fought him half-heartedly, laughing all the while. A sadistic smirk spread across her face. “Is that what you need?” Her voice had a sweet, patronizing lilt. “To know you’re special to me? Because Mommy didn’t love you enough?”
Anger burned in his chest. “Shut up.” He couldn’t cover her mouth with his hands, so he slammed his lips to hers to keep her from spewing her venom. Their fucking turned back into a punishment, their bodies the battleground for the hatred boiling within them.
She squeezed his hips with her thighs, and her tongue twined with his, fighting for domination. She tasted sweet like a poison you didn’t know you’d consumed until you were gasping for your last breath.
Skye bit his lip, hard, and when Remi hissed in pain and pulled back, her mouth found his ear, and she whispered, “You’re not special. You’re not any different to me. Your soul, his soul, it’s all just currency to me.”
“Liar,” Remi said. “He’s not the one who’s about to make you come.” He released her wrists and found her clit once more, finding the exact tempo he’d used to make her come in his dreams.
Her sadistic smirk melted, and red filled her irises completely.
“Fu-u-ck you,” she hurled the words at him, but they were broken by a sigh of pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut like she couldn’t let him see that he was winning, see the demon magic coming to the surface.
Remi chuckled. “I am fucking you, honey. And that’s how I know you’re lying because I must be pretty damn special for you to break your rules and fuck a soulless person.
” Her breath hitched, and she arched her back as her body started shaking.
He fucked her through her orgasm. “But don’t go getting all attached, Skye. You’re just a convenient hole to me.”
She obviously couldn’t respond with words, not with the way she was trembling and sucking in air as she came, but she had enough coordination to pull her hand back and slap him across the cheek, hard enough that his head ricocheted back.
The pain was like a lightning bolt through his body, sharp and electrifying and throbbing.
His thrusts stuttered as he came inside her.
“Unhg.” The incomprehensible noise was involuntary and yanked from the center of his chest as the orgasm barreled through him.
His body burned in a similar way it had when he’d felt the magic of the bargain taking hold of him, though not as intensely, since he didn’t feel like he was in danger of passing out.
There was a brief, blinding moment where neither of them moved; only the sound of them catching their breaths filled the room.
Remi’s jaw was still dropped as he looked into the blood-red irises of the demon who’d ruined his life. The shock of what just happened was mirrored on her face. His cheek stung from her slap, a pulsating heat that he liked far too much.
She blinked once, and the demon-red of her eyes was gone. Her face fell into a scowl. He narrowed his eyes and returned the expression.
“Pain whore,” she mocked.
“Soulless-fucking slut,” he taunted.
She curled her lip and shoved him with both hands. He almost tripped over his shorts, which were around his ankles, but he caught his balance and bent over to pull them up.
She hopped off the vanity and got dressed as Remi located his shirt that he’d tossed halfway across the room.
Someone pounded on the door. “If you guys are done fucking now, we have to do sound check,” West said.
Skye sighed and rubbed her fingers in circles on her temples.
“Don’t worry, Skye,” Remi said. “We can go for round two after I’m done. Should take twenty minutes tops.”
“That is never happening again.” She put her hands on her hips.
Remi just smiled and pushed past her to open the door.
West was standing there, leaning against the wall. “You get that out of your system now?”
Remi snorted. He was just getting started.