Chapter 26 #2
Just before my fingers brush my clit, shadows seize my wrists and force both my hands above my head. They wrap around my ankles, leaving me spreadeagle on the bed. No, not shadows—storm clouds. He’s using his magic to keep me in line.
“Well played, sir,” I whisper as I tug at the restraints. They’re buried into the mattress with little give.
He spins around, holding up a strip of fabric. “Didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?”
I attempt to shrug yet end up flopping awkwardly as the magic restraints tighten around my wrists. He tilts his head and scans my body. A thrill runs down my spine, and heat pools in my gut. I swallow hard, trying to stay still. My skin tingles in anticipation, though he makes no move to touch me.
He lets the fabric brush along my leg, and goosebumps erupt across my flesh. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I glance at his hard cock. “I’ve got an inkling.”
He chuckles, and I jolt when the end of the strip sweeps between my legs. After two orgasms, I thought I’d be drained and ready for a shower. Instead, I’m clinging to the edge of a cliff, desperate for him to take me. I hate to admit it, but Percy was right—demons are exceptional in the sack.
As he towers over me, his horns poking from his dark hair, I should be intimidated. With Dimitri, though, I feel safer than I ever have. It’s as if I’m right where I’m supposed to be, and that scares me more than anything else.
A crack of lightning snaps my focus back to him. “What’s the fabric for?”
“I thought about blindfolding you. Except I’m particular to watching those stunningly exquisite eyes roll back in your head when you come all over my cock.” He drops the cloth on my stomach, then smirks. “I do believe you’ve waited long enough.”
More dark clouds gather along the ceiling and the lights wink out, plunging us into darkness.
A nervous laugh leaves me, and I flinch when his fingers trail along my leg.
Lightning flickers through the room, escalating the higher he moves up my body.
With every flash, I get a clearer view of him, his cracked skin revealing the deep purple underneath.
His forked tongue has retreated, and I almost ask for it again.
When his wings burst from his back, though, a shudder hits me hard.
“As much as I like you spread out for me, I need—” He grabs my waist and flips me onto my stomach. He tugs until my feet hit the floor and I tilt my head to the side. The clouds around my wrists embed into the bed once more, keeping me in place.
“Dimitri,” I growl, and he chuckles, leaning over me.
“You wanted a reward, but your teasing drove me to the brink, spitfire. So scream all you want. In fact, I prefer it, especially if it’s my name. I’ll be having my fun now. Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
He straightens and waits—for my compliance, my consent, my desire to continue.
If I told him to stop, that it was too much, I have no doubt he would.
He’d cradle me against him, probably apologizing for going too far.
Except this isn’t too far. It’s not nearly far enough.
It plays into every fantasy I’ve had since I realized what I wanted.
I shuffle my feet apart, and something slithers underneath my belly. I pick my head up, trying to see, and he slides his fingers in my hair and forces my face into the mattress.
“Don’t worry about that. Just a little magic to keep you right where I want you. Ready, spitfire?”
There’s no waiting for an answer this time.
He plunges into me, and a muffled scream erupts around us.
Pleasure courses over me as he thrusts into me hard and fast. My orgasm careens closer, then hovers just out of reach.
I push back as much as the restraints allow, and he groans.
When I clench around his length, he slows. I cry out, this time in frustration.
He grazes his fingers along my skin as if he’s memorizing every dip, every hollow, every mark. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then my cheek. When he releases my hair, I turn my head and inhale deeply. Gone is the desperation—the claiming of my body—from seconds ago.
He whispers promises into my flesh—vows of devotion and desire. A whimper escapes me, though whether it’s his words or the shallow thrusts, I’m not sure. Maybe both.
“Dimitri,” I breathe, a plea weaving into my voice.
“Marigold,” he whispers in return. He says it with such reverence, such care. I close my eyes, committing this moment to memory. Whatever future we’re hurtling toward, I want to hold on to this.
He pulls out of me, and the restraints vanish.
Tenderly, he turns me onto my back, and I push farther onto the bed.
He covers my body with his, raining kisses across my chest. When he latches onto a nipple while rolling the other one between his fingers, a low moan leaves me.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he surges into me once more.
His wings settle over us, creating a hidden world of our own.
Webs of lightning travel across the smoky expanse.
I cling to him as my orgasm crashes into me without warning.
He latches onto my other nipple as he grinds his hips into me and wrings every drop of pleasure from me.
When my body lies pliant beneath him, he pushes onto his knees and grabs my waist. I don’t know if I’m capable of more.
A weightlessness has taken over and I hum, watching him through slits.
“Oh no, spitfire. Open those pretty eyes for me,” he says, pulling out of me slowly.
When I focus on him, he buries his length into me, and a needy noise falls from my tongue. He does it again with the same result.
“Perfect,” he grunts, though whether he’s talking to me or himself, I don’t know. “Fucking perfect.”
His hand slips between us and he circles my clit.
Another wave of rapture hits me, and my back arches.
Electricity dances across his grey skin, then sparks between us.
The bite of pain is enough to send me flying over the edge once more.
He thrusts into me once, twice, then groans my name as he lets go.
When he collapses on top of me, I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we shudder together. I cling to him as thoughts of the future try to creep in and derail my bliss. I shove the thoughts away, content to live in this euphoria just a little bit longer.