Chapter Twenty-Seven
Skye had a moment of overwhelm—a blinding, terrifying moment when Remi’s mouth landed on hers, and she drowned under the wave of her own foreign emotions. She froze under his lips, but just as swift as it came, it melted away.
There was a catcall from one of the guys, and the sound of struggle as Jillian was, no doubt, escorted away, but none of it penetrated the bliss of Remi’s arms wrapping around her waist. The wind was knocked out of her as he squeezed her tight, lifting her off her feet, but their mouths didn’t separate, tongues tangling together in a passionate heat.
She ran her fingers through his long black hair and slotted her mouth to his as she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her onto the tour bus.
They made it inside, and Remi reached to lock the door behind them when Skye finally pulled back. “What’s gotten into you?”
Remi pressed her into the closed door and cupped her face in both hands.
He tilted his head so their foreheads met.
“Skye.” Her name was a whisper that held all the answers to her barely formed questions, answers she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear.
“I want you, Skye. I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I want you. Tell me you want me too.”
He searched between her eyes. The longing, the open vulnerability in his gaze made something tremble deep inside her.
She’d convinced herself that her desire for him was just a symptom of her demon instincts, but looking at him now, at his ice-blue eyes desperate for her, feeling his thumbs as they stroked over her cheekbones, she couldn’t lie to herself. It wasn’t just lust that magnetized them.
“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you, Remi. Take me to the bedroom.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He bent forward and grabbed her thighs, carrying her onto the tour bus.
He kicked the bedroom door closed and laid her out on the bed.
Without taking his eyes off her, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them off.
After grabbing the back of his shirt and discarding it, he crawled up her body.
Skye ran her hands over his chest, pressed her palms into his skin until the heat from the friction matched the pooling need in her core.
Something jittered inside her, a dark, destructive energy. Remi kissed her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his body. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, hard enough that he groaned.
She didn’t want to hurt him, not consciously, but something inside of her—the demon inside her—wanted to destroy him, claw him until his skin was red with her marks.
They kissed, and she ran a hand down his chest and into his underwear, stroking his hard cock until his breathing increased and he leaned back.
The corners of his eyes pulled down, his mouth parted, and a little furrow appeared between his brows. How could pleasure and pain look the same on someone’s face?
She had a sudden premonition of everything falling apart. A demon and a soulless rock star didn’t belong together. She could want him. And he could want her, but that didn’t change what they were.
Her hands became frantic, gripping at his chest, needing more, more, more.
Needing to grasp this moment while it was still here.
Needing to turn off the new, irritating sensations that prickled in the back of her head.
Skye squeezed his shoulder, dug her fingernails in to keep herself grounded, keep herself from floating away.
Their underwear was kicked off in tandem, and Skye hooked her leg over Remi’s hip, lifting herself off the bed to grind against his hard length.
Remi bent his head forward, the huff of his breath causing goosebumps to rise along her neck and chest. His thumb found one nipple as his mouth enclosed around the other, teasing the hard bud until she was pressing her hand to his shoulder, pushing him down her body.
Remi chuckled a little, kissed her stomach, her hipbones in defiance of her wordless request, but then his hands grabbed under her knees and pulled her legs open, leaving her bare for his admiration.
“Remi,” she demanded, but it came out more pleading than she’d have liked. He kissed the top of her mound and gave her a mischievous glance before settling on his stomach and licking a long hot stripe up the center of her core.
He didn’t tease. His tongue lavished attention on her clit, bringing her to the brink, hard and fast, just like she needed. As her body spasmed through the orgasm, Remi didn’t falter. His mouth moved, lower, lower still, until his tongue circled around her puckered hole.
“Ahh,” she sighed as pleasure lit up her body from the sensitive nerve endings that Remi circled with the tip of his tongue.
A different sort of orgasm built inside her, deeper and slower.
The tingles of magic pulsed through her body.
Her wings, horns, and tail tried to materialize even as she fought to keep control of them.
Remi grabbed the flesh of her ass, the bulk of her thighs, and squeezed. The soft flutters of his tongue joined the light circles of his fingers on her clit, and Skye was powerless against the tidal wave of bliss that careened through her body.
A luminous glow fell over her, covering them both like sheer curtains, shielding them from the world, from anything outside this moment.
He’d have probably continued all day like that if Skye hadn’t run her fingers through his hair and tugged him up.
“Want you inside me,” she said.
“Anything, Skye. I’ll give you anything you want,” he vowed, and the intensity of it almost startled her, except then his cock was inside her, sinking into her, and nothing was startling anymore. It was all just right. She was a demon who’d found a piece of Heaven on Earth.
Skye didn’t know if she’d ever been touched or kissed or held with the same amount of passion and devotion that Remi was pouring into her. He rocked into her, angling his hips, his cock rubbing against the spot deep inside her.
“Remi,” she whispered.
He captured her mouth, inhaling her sounds, her pleas. The kiss saying what neither of them could. Their bodies pressed into one another, every inch of skin covered, a rhythm set between them that was tipping Skye higher and higher.
Remi struggled to keep himself from coming the second he bottomed out inside of her, having been thoroughly worked up by the taste of her on his tongue, the sight of her wrecked expression as she came.
The rightness of their bodies together pulsed through his entire being. Divine bliss. The ache in his heart, the nagging need to be as close as possible to her, was finally sated.
That rightness sung in his veins, a melody that was at once familiar but altogether foreign.
A memory of something he’d never experienced, but his body knew.
His heart knew. The empty pit where his soul used to reside was filled and made whole by her touch, her gasps, her eyes locked on his as they turned red with need and desire.
I’d give you everything I have. My soul if I had it. Do you want my heart? It’s already yours. Take everything. I don’t need anything as long as I have you.
He couldn’t speak the words aloud, too lost in her touch. In her fingernails digging into his back, and her tongue twining with his, and his cock buried deep inside her warm wetness.
“Skye, baby,” Remi choked out. He was close. He could feel it moving through his body. The pleasure building inside him. He reached down, snaking a hand between them until his middle finger found her clit and circled, gentle and easy. Her body clenched and quivered around his cock.
The red of her powers overtook her eyes, and the sparkle of magic blinked around them.
“Yes,” she said, chanting the word until her face scrunched up and she spasmed around him, moaning his name as her body squeezed his dick, the little tremors inducing his own orgasm. His brain was mush, filled only with the mantra of mine, mine, mine echoing in his head.
“Yours,” Skye whispered, kissing his face after Remi collapsed on top of her. He must have been saying it out loud. “Yours,” she repeated, staring into his eyes. It felt like a promise.
Remi tightened his arms around her body. He wasn’t ever going to be able to let her go. She filled in the cracks, the missing pieces of him. She was part of his very being. He’d never be free of her. He never wanted to be free again.
He swallowed down the words that wanted to burst free, and instead, tried to sigh out the tension of holding back the truth twisting through him. Remi kissed her forehead. “All mine.”
It was the truth. Just not the whole truth.
The afternoon sun shone through the slits of the blinds, making shapes on the bed and Remi’s face, casting him in a golden light.
Skye laid on her stomach and nuzzled her head into the pillow that her arm propped up, staring at the beautiful man beside her.
His chest rose and fell, soft and slow, as he slept.
He had one arm thrown over his eyes, making a long line of his body.
His tattoos twisted down from his neck, over his arms, along his chest, but he’d left most of his stomach un-inked.
She knew he had a huge piece of work on his back, a portrait of his brother, but the ink on his arms seemed more random.
Various animals and mythological creatures dotted his arms. The quality of some better than others.
The words “Fuck You” were inked in thick black letters on his inner forearm.
Maybe it should have been garish and crude, but it was just so Remi that it wasn’t.
He was just so pretty it took all of Skye’s strength not to lean over and bite the delicate skin on the underside of his bicep, to run her nose through the dark tuft of armpit hair, to sink her teeth into his vulnerable ribs.
She didn’t know why she was like this, why the more perfect and beautiful someone was, the more she wanted to squeeze and squish and destroy them, inhale them, consume them.