Chapter 25 #2
She leans toward me, and I freeze. “Am I making you nervous, Dimitrius?”
“What? No.” My voice cracks, because of course it does.
She laughs lightly and rests her forehead against mine. “Are we okay?”
“I don’t know, Marigold. Are we?”
“We will be if we forget this morning ever happened and you kiss me. If you poof out on me while you are, though, we’re going to have more problems.”
The hungry beast inside me roars to life, and I surge forward, covering her mouth with my own.
She moans as I wrap my fingers around her neck, then slide them into her hair.
I tug on the strands, and she moans again.
I wrap the long locks around my fist and force her head back.
Her mouth falls open and her eyes flutter shut as I run my teeth along her jaw.
“Missed this,” I mumble into her skin, and she huffs out a laugh.
“Been less than a day.”
“Too fucking long,” I growl and untangle my fingers from her hair. I sit back on my knees, gazing up at her flushed face.
The corner of her mouth tips up. “You look pretty good on your knees, demon.”
I raise a single eyebrow, then snap my fingers.
Her clothes disappear along with my own.
She yelps, her hands fluttering around as if she doesn’t know whether to cover up or display her delicious body.
I grab her ankle and yank her toward me until her legs hang over the edge of the bed.
My hands land on her knees, and I give her a pointed look when she presses her thighs together.
She props herself on her elbow and gazes down at me. “I didn’t mean—”
“You wanted me on my knees, and I will always give you what you want, spitfire. Now be a good witch and open your legs so I can taste my dessert.”
“Dessert?” she chokes out while her chest rises and falls rapidly.
I grin wickedly and lick my lips. “I’m going to have my dessert first. Then I’ll fill you up with the main course.”
She snorts, then falls back. She yelps again when she hits the pillows I’ve stacked up behind her.
Now she’ll be able to watch the show, and I’ll see her fall apart under my tongue.
When I part her legs, she gives in easily.
Her thighs twitch as I skim my lips up the soft skin.
Her hips jerk, and I drop an arm over her waist while biting into her flesh.
I haven’t even gotten to the good part and she’s already putty in my hands if her moans echoing around us are any indication.
I brush my nose along her other thigh, stopping when I reach her glistening pussy.
When I inhale deeply, my mouth waters. I flick my tongue against the sensitive nub, and she jolts in my grasp.
“Intoxicating,” I breathe, then wrap my lips around her clit and suck. She hisses, her hips jumping, and I concentrate on working her into a frenzy.
She moans my name and my gaze flicks to hers. She’s staring at me, her eyes drowning in desire. She kicks at my chest, and I release her with a pop, then remove my hand.
“You’re interrupting my meal, Mari,” I growl.
She swings her legs over my shoulders and spears her fingers into my hair.
A groan rips from me when she grips the strands tight and forces my face back between her thighs.
I devour her, lapping up every drop of pleasure dripping from her.
I plunge two fingers into her as I circle her clit with my tongue.
Within seconds, she’s chanting my name, her hips rocking in time with my thrusts.
She shudders and her thighs snap closed around my head.
Her pussy spasms and I grin, flicking her clit one last time.
Her body goes limp, and she pants as she stares at the clouds gathering on the ceiling. She jolts when I pull free from her, and her eyes find mine when I pop my fingers in my mouth, relishing the taste of her on my tongue. Her bottom lip ends up between her teeth, and I grin again.
“Ready for the appetizer?” I ask, earning an eye roll.
I push to my feet and slip my arm around her waist before tipping her over my shoulder. She yelps out my name and squirms, so I slap her on the ass.
“What the fuck, Dimitri,” she cries, and I smack her again.
“Don’t tell me you don’t love it. I can feel your pleasure coating my shoulder, spitfire.
” I march toward the kitchen, then out the back door.
Her arm swings around as if she’ll be able to cover herself.
“Settle down. No one’s going to see you but me.
Unless you’d like an audience for when I make you come all over my cock. ”
I drop her onto her back on the pillow of clouds I gathered for this specific reason.
Hell’s night sky isn’t all that different from topside.
Stars glitter above, creating a canopy of lights.
Three moons hang in various positions, allowing me to see her in all her glorious nakedness.
She stares in wonder at the sight, while I do the same.
Except I think my view is a whole helluva lot better.
She crawls to her knees and tips her head back.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes.
“Yes, it is.”
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I will the clouds to cushion and support us. They gather under her and lift her to just the right height. Her arms loop around my shoulders, still gazing at the sky.
I nuzzle her neck, then plunge into her. Her head tips back and a low groan erupts from her.
“So fucking wet.”
“For you,” she gasps, and I surge into her.
I wanted this to be a reunion—an apology. My control sifts through my fingers, unraveling faster than I can stop it. I slam into her again and again, chasing my release. She urges me on, begging me to go faster, harder, deeper. A needy noise falls from her lips as she shatters in my arms.
When I slow, she whimpers, “Don’t stop.”
She clings to me as she explodes again, one orgasm rolling into the next. I groan her name as I shudder out my own release. My fingers slide into her hair, and I press her close to me as we catch our breaths.
“Don’t leave,” she whispers softly, more to herself than me.
“Never,” I murmur and cling to her. I only hope this is one vow I can keep.