Chapter 26
Hell was not on my wish list of places to visit when I was younger.
Now that I’m here, it’s exhilarating. That could be because I’m curled up next to a sleeping demon, but I’m not going to question it.
I’ve spent enough of my life doubting my decisions, pushing others away, assuming shit would go south.
I’m going to seize these moments and focus on what’s important.
I snuggle closer to Dimitri, and his arm tightens around my waist. Still, my mind wanders to my sister.
If she was truly in danger and didn’t do this to herself, she would have told me.
She would have warned me if she was about to do something that would get her killed.
Trusting her not to go off the rails without a word isn’t easy.
I’ll just have to have faith in my twin.
Doesn’t mean I’m going to give up my search for her.
“Deep thoughts for the morning,” Dimitri murmurs, then presses a kiss to the top of my head. Every gentle touch, every intimate exchange, pulls me a bit deeper into this thing between us. The thought of losing my connection to him has a pit forming in my gut.
I slide my leg over his and haul myself on top of him.
His hands land on my hips, and a grin splits his face.
I dig my nails into his bare chest, relishing the feel of him underneath me.
If someone had told me a month ago I’d be transported to Hell and straddling a demon, I would have scoffed, then thrown them out.
When I lean down to kiss him, his palms slip up my sides until his thumbs settle beneath my tits. I shiver, desire roaring to life within me. I grind my hips into him, and he grunts. My teeth graze over his jaw, down his neck, to his collarbone. Thunder rolls overhead and I smile against his skin.
“Horny little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his hands returning to my waist.
I nibble my way down to his nipple, then flick the hard bud with my tongue.
I’ve never been one to take control before.
It’s a heady feeling, knowing every twitch and moan is in response to me.
His cock hardens and I roll my hips, searching for the right amount of friction.
A soft whimper leaves me when he hits my clit.
An explosion of pleasure crashes into me, and my breath catches in my throat.
His grip falls from me, and I shove myself upright. He raises an eyebrow, his smirk firmly in place. When he tucks his hands behind his head, I glare at him.
“Do your worst, witch.”
“You honestly think you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself? Doubt it. Before long you’ll take over, unable to stop yourself.” I squirm against him, and his arms twitch, giving him away.
His eyes narrow as I slide my wetness along his shaft.
His gaze snaps down as I move on top of him.
He’s not even inside me and I’m already panting.
I clench around nothing, hoping I can hold out longer than he can.
For some reason, I want to witness him break.
I need to see how much he wants me. Proof this isn’t just fun and games, that I’m not just some plaything he’ll discard when I’m no longer of use.
His arms slip down and I grin, knowing I won. He props himself on his elbows, and I dip my head toward his in anticipation. With our lips a hairsbreadth apart, he stops.
“Do. Your. Worst,” he whispers, then flops back again, his hands back behind his head. He grins and wiggles his hips, forcing me to swallow down a moan.
“Asshole,” I mutter, and his grin widens.
I push onto my knees and hover over him.
Fear flashes in his eyes as if he thinks I’m going to stop.
Instead, I crawl up his body until my knees rest on his arms. He tenses, his brow furrowing.
I don’t want to hurt him, and I watch him closely as I put more weight on him. He doesn’t seem to notice, and I smirk.
One hand ends up gripping the top of the headboard and the other I slip between my legs.
He tracks my movements as I hover over his face.
His nostrils flare and his jaw tics. I’ve never done something like this before, and I’m not entirely sure it will work.
Touching myself isn’t anything new. Doing it while someone else watches definitely is.
There’s something about him that has my inhibitions vanishing.
Every fantasy I’ve ever concocted in my head comes screaming to the forefront.
They don’t seem like fantasies anymore. With him, they morph into reality.
“Mari,” he warns, his gaze skipping between my fingers hovering over my clit and my eyes fixed on him.
“Yes?” I mean for it to come out confidently. Instead, it’s a breathless whisper of anticipation.
He licks his lips and inhales deeply once more. “You’re going to have to strap me down.”
“That can be arranged, sir.”
He bucks underneath me, and I press my knees deeper into his muscles.
A strangled cry leaves him, mingling with my moan as I slide my clit between my fingers.
As much as I want to watch him lose control, my head tips back and my eyes close as an orgasm builds within me.
I rub the sensitive nub in gentle circles.
Part of me wants to drag this out, make him suffer.
Then again, I’m already wound so tightly, I don’t know how long I’ll last.
I pick up my pace and glance down. He pants, his gaze fixated on my hand or my very wet pussy.
His form flickers, and I wonder if he’s about to get pulled into the void.
I lean my forehead against my hand gripping the headboard, and my hips rock forward.
He licks his lips, his black tongue morphing into something too quickly for me to see.
“Let me up,” he croons. “I’ll get you there, spitfire.”
I shake my head, my hair spilling over my shoulders.
I slip my hand lower, and he groans. My pussy spasms around my fingers, though it’s not enough.
Just a little bit more and I’d put us both out of our misery.
Except I’m having too much fun. I moan as I pull out, and he bucks under me again.
I’m sure he could get out if he wanted to.
“You’ve done so well,” I murmur. “How about a little reward?”
He peers at me with a hooded gaze, his chin quivering with the effort to let me play. “Yes, please.”
“Such a good little demon.” I trace his bottom lip with my wet fingers. He strains toward me, and I slip them into his mouth. His tongue cleans them off, and a breathless laugh leaves me.
I rip my hand away and quiver as I circle my clit again.
It’s a torturous relief. Something rough, yet soft, flicks against my core, and I jolt.
Dimitri grins as his tongue, long and forked, flicks toward me again.
My head tips back, and a low moan reverberates through the room as he spears into me.
When he hums, it vibrates within me and I spasm around him, crashing over the edge.
My legs give out, and I end up on his face.
He licks and sucks at my flesh while I grip the headboard with both hands.
I ride out my orgasm, grinding against his lips, his tongue, even his nose.
I’m probably suffocating him, but he’s a demon.
I’m sure he’ll figure it out. If not, well, he’ll probably think it’s the best way to go.
He yanks his arms from under my knees and latches onto my waist. I barely have time to yelp before I’m on my back and his face is buried between my legs again.
He devours me, using his tongue and teeth to bring me to the brink once more.
I writhe back and forth, my fingers gripping the mussed sheets.
Within seconds, my back arches and I shudder out another release.
When he lifts his head, grinning at me, my desire coating the lower half of his face. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. He crawls up my body and his cock nudges against my weeping core. I’m still floating when he nuzzles into my neck, then nips at the soft skin.
“Naughty witch, making me watch that performance. I should punish you.”
He slips the tip into me and rolls his hips. I squirm underneath him, trying to force him deeper. A low whine echoes between us, and he chuckles.
“You brought this on yourself,” I gasp. “Why am I the one being punished?”
He picks his head up, and sparks crackle across his skin. “Touché. Should I reward you instead?”
I nod my head, my breath coming in sharp gasps. If he doesn’t move soon, I’ll shatter into a million pieces, left bereft and wanting. I don’t think I’ve craved anything more in my life.
He hums, then pulls away, and I let out a choked sob.
As he crawls off the bed, I reach between my legs once more.
Touching myself again won’t ease the ache swirling inside me.
It’ll have to be enough if he’s hellbent on edging me.
Because I don’t think this is anything other than that.
He won’t truly walk away. He’s finally convinced me that no matter what happens, he’ll be there.
It’s a scary enough thought, I shove it from my mind and focus on my fingers inching toward my clit.
He grabs my wrist and my gaze snaps to his. He shakes his head, then growls, “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
I tip my chin up, which is awkward enough while lying down. “Make me wait and I’ll take care of it myself.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and a hint of possessiveness flashes in his black eyes. Purple bleeds into them, washing away the edge.
“If you insist, I’ll be forced to do something drastic.” He leans over me and presses a kiss to my inner wrist. “You’ve been warned.”
He places my hand above my head, his gaze traveling down my body, and he licks his bottom lip.
He drops his hold and turns on his heel.
When he prowls toward the nightstand, I reach between my legs again.
Thunder rumbles and the lights flicker around us.
He’s still digging around in a drawer, and I bite my lip.