Chapter Thirty-Two #2
He was utterly enveloped by her. Her body around his cock, his heart within her grip.
Her gaze met his, and the world went dark around them as his shadows—or her shadows now—blanketed them.
Her red irises were the firelight call to sink deeper, give in further.
She’d trained his body to answer in kind, opening up, releasing any resistance.
She wielded both of their powers, and the pleasure and bliss that overtook him as she took complete control could sometimes blink him from reality altogether.
His stomach fluttered, deep and low in his core with an impending orgasm, but the pleasure was held within a dark ball of shadows and fire. Sweat prickled along his hairline as the torture began. She used her sadistic, demonic power to deny his orgasm.
“Skye,” he moaned. His fingers ran up her back, along the bumps and knobs of her spine. He rested his hand in the basin between her wings, alternating between holding the root of each wing and circling his fingers around the sensitive base.
“Tell me what you want,” she said, her plush lips at his ear.
“Fuck me. Make me yours,” Remi said, desperation clawing through him.
She grinned wide, and Remi got lost in it, in the trance of being owned by this gorgeous demon woman. Each gasping inhale was the building of tension in his core; each aching exhale was the shivering delight of surrendering even deeper.
He was only too eager to be taken by her, ravished body and mind. She’d wanted his soul, and he’d given it, but he’d lost his heart in the process.
“Where do you belong?”
“Here,” Remi said. The words weren’t a conscious thought spoken; rather, they were a truth that tumbled out.
“With you.” The statement was a spell, a dream that he drifted deeper into, letting go of any remaining reservations of his own need to be more, better, enough.
He didn’t have to try with Skye. She loved him just as he was.
She used him, his body in whatever way she wanted, and he didn’t have to guess or try or be anything other than hers.
He clenched his jaw as she rolled her hips slow enough to drive them both crazy.
Her tail tickled between his legs, along his inner thighs, and wrapped around his balls, tugging just the way he liked it, just enough to make him wince as the tender part of his body was under her vice, under her control. Paradoxically, his legs widened. “Do it, please.”
The tip of Skye’s tail traveled farther down and teased the rim of his hole.
She brought his hand up to her mouth and spat into it, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.
His body trembled in anticipation as she curled her tail between them.
Remi wrapped his hand around the tip of her tail, slicking it up with her spit.
Her tapered tail was silky, the thin skin delicate like the underside of her wings.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” Remi groaned.
His legs widened farther, his hips thrusting upward.
Remi grabbed her waist, positioned his thumb on her clit, and stroked in circles, gentle and almost barely there. She was so wet the sound of their bodies coming together made dirty, obscene noises.
He bit down on his lip as she breached him with her tail. The slight edge of pain coalesced with the pleasure licking up his spine.
His eyebrows pulled together, and his mouth parted. Jesus. Why was she so good at this? So fucking perfect.
She tipped forward, nuzzling her face into his neck and smashing her breasts into his chest. Rocking her hips against him, she ground her clit against his pelvic bone in short, staccato movements that were making her pussy clench around him.
“Fuck yes,” Remi said. “Use me. Fuck me.”
The only thing more pleasurable than Skye riding him was feeling her come apart in his arms.
“Tell me what you need,” he said.
“Touch me,” Skye said. She didn’t have to specify where; they’d been fucking so much lately that Remi was learning every one of her buttons.
Remi put both of his thumbs on the underside of her wings, near the base where the skin was thinnest. He stroked in the same pattern he’d done for her clit, and she moaned, her body tightening on top of him.
He planted his feet on the bed and thrust up into her. The blinding pleasure of being all consumed by her overtook him.
She gasped, and her body shook, but he didn’t let up on her. Not on her wings. Not on his thrusting, angling just right to drive into her. He was close, so fucking close, but his pleasure was held away from him; the need for it created a feedback loop of pain, pleasure, pain, more pleasure.
She sank her teeth into his shoulder and trembled in his arms as she came on top of him. “Remi,” she cried. Her wings contracted tight to her body and then expanded as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her tail quivered inside him, teasing his prostate, and her body milked his cock.
“You can come now,” she gasped. The tension in his muscles snapped as she let go of her leash of control over him. Release thundered through his entire body, the orgasm rippling from his head to his toes.
“Skye,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her cheek. To any part of her skin that he could get his mouth on as he rode out the remaining tremors.
When he finally came down from the high, a pleasant stillness cocooned them in a warm embrace. Everything was silent, except for their heavy breathing.
Remi kissed the side of Skye’s neck, reveling in the taste of her sweat on his lips, the salty, sweet burnt marshmallow. He swept her hair off her face and kissed her forehead.
A peaceful bliss shone from her eyes as her irises faded into their usual honey brown. She pecked him once, gentle and sweet, and tried to get off him, but he held tight. “Just a little longer.”
She softened down onto him with a pleased sigh. His cock still inside her, her tail inside him. He wanted to stay there forever. To never break the connection of their bodies.
Her breathing evened out, and as she relaxed, her wings, horns, and tail disappeared. The shadows that encased them recondensed into her necklace.
His fingertips traced up and down her back, making mindless little shapes. “So was that all just roleplay, or did you actually start a record label?”
Skye laughed into his shoulder. “I was going to try to compel someone into giving you a record deal, but then I was like, why bother when I could just start my own?”
“My demon girlfriend is a genius,” Remi said.
“I know.” Her smug smile made his dick twitch with the desire to rally for another go. She kissed his nose. “I got an angel investor to fund the start-up capital, and I’m going to sign my first client tomorrow morning. This crazy, notorious rock band. Have you heard of them? Tilted Haze?”
Remi grinned. “Oh yeah, I think I’ve heard something about them. Their singer is like drop-dead sexy, right?”
Skye wrinkled her nose. “He’s okay,” she said with a little shrug, a smile peeking out.
Remi laughed and kissed her all over her face until she was squirming on top of him.
“So who’s the angel investor?” Remi asked.
“Well, he’s more like a half-angel investor.”
Remi’s jaw dropped. “Laurie gave you money?”
Skye shrugged. “It’s his act of contrition, and Zara is going to help me run the label.”
“So you’ve forgiven them?”
Skye sighed. “If anyone understands what it’s like to have the Devil’s threats hanging over your head, or over your wings, it’s me.”
Laurie and Zara had followed them home after Remi had made his final bargain.
They’d explained they’d only been “spying” on Skye for the Devil since the Milwaukee show, which was about the time they’d disappeared, in hopes that if they weren’t around, they couldn’t be compelled into telling the Devil anything that would be damning of Skye.
“And that whole thing where you bet Skye that she could make me fall in love with her?” Remi had asked the demons.
“A lie,” Laurie said.
“The three of us have played many improvisational games together,” Zara said. “We didn’t know why Skye was pretending to have been tricking you, but we knew how to play along.”
Their faces were so blank, their deliveries so neutral, that Remi wouldn’t have been able to tell if they were lying or not.
It didn’t matter though. He trusted Skye. He’d always trusted her, even if it was bad for him. He loved her.
In that moment, his eyes had caught on the gleaming black diamond resting at the base of Skye’s throat. Shadows seeped out and swirled around him as if trying to provide additional reassurance for his trust.
“I thought those were gone?” Zara asked.
Skye tapped the diamond gem, and the shadows returned to their place. She smiled at Remi. “I think these ones became mine at some point. They weren’t Remi’s to bargain with.”
“I’ve read stories about fated souls and their powers intertwining in my research,” Laurie said. “I always just assumed it was a euphemism for fucking, but maybe that’s why your magic is compatible.”
Remi had just grinned.
He shifted their positions on the bed, rolling them to their sides so he could look at the sexy, manipulative, infuriating, wonderful demoness in his arms.
He hadn’t said anything at the time, but he was pleased beyond words that some part of him had integrated with Skye long before he’d realized the truth—that he was hers in every way.
Remi put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her lips to his, kissing her slow and deep, whispering on her lips. “Love you, Skye.”
She blinked her sleepy and sated eyes open. Marbled black shadows swirled in her demon-red irises. “I love you too, Remi.”