our lips were touching until I felt that same odd surge of sensation rushing across my skin, impossible to ignore. His lips were fire, and I leaned into him, losing myself so easily. At the back of my mind, I kept telling myself to pull back, that I promised not to fall, but I couldn’t remember why I thought that in those moments.
"Feels rather good for a mistake," he answered as I finally broke away from the kiss, still running my fingers over the light bristle on his chin.
"If you say that this is your first time, I'm going to laugh," I breathed, leaning in closer and letting my cheek press lightly against his. The faint buzzing intensified the more skin to skin contact we had. Wow. I’d never felt anything like this before, and it drove my pulse to want more. It left my body humming on a different level of adrenaline… almost bordering on pleasure… almost like I was getting drunk on his touch alone. "Which would be nice, but a huge mood killer."
"Not my first time," he answered, and I could feel his hands reaching out to touch me. The feeling of him fingers over my clothes was muted, not the same sensation. "Certainly not my first time with a human."
His strong hands fall to my hips and he drew me closer where I found myself climbing into the chair with him, straddling his lap as his hands moved in under my shirt, gliding lightly over my back.
The sensation was back, and I couldn't help a gentle shiver.
"Not sure why I thought that would be better," I gasped, feeling my lips brushing over his with every word. It felt like heaven… I almost laughed at the thought considering who I was kissing.
The novelty of the feelings crashing through my body was passing, and I could enjoy the taste of the wine still on his lips and the roughness of his hands moving over my hips, pulling me closer to him. His mouth parted, letting me in. It surprised me how he let me take the lead at first, but it didn’t last long. His hands pressed to my back, forcing us together, our mouth locked in unriddled passion. I accepted his tongue as he explored my mouth, and I quivered beneath him.
What was I doing?
I let my fingers move over his neck, feeling the same feverish heat on his skin. And it grew hotter the closer I got to his shirt collar.
There was a heat under mine as well, and I pulled away, breathing heavily. I sat on the edge, well aware of how close I came to falling off and into this demon’s bed. And by the erection in his pants nestled against me, well, he wasn’t going to stop this.
A smile came across my face.
And I didn't want to stop but I’d already gotten in deep with him. What would sleeping with a demon lead to? Selling my soul for eternity?
“This isn’t what you want?” he asked.
“So much so, but we shouldn’t.” I glanced away, suddenly blushing as he roughly gripped me by the hips, lifting me off the chair with him and moving backward. He held onto me, towering over me, and I couldn’t ignore the fire he’d ignited. “I don’t agree, but I’m not going to push you. But once we are officially married, there will be no more waiting.”
That right there woke me up a bit, and I pushed out of his arms, remembering clearly the predicament he’d put me in.
I prided myself free from his hands, and despite the longing in his gaze, the lust burning me alive from the inside out, I pulled away from him. “I better go.” And I didn’t look back, but hurried out of the barn.
Chapter 7
My eyes opened slowly, looking up at the ceiling of my room, blinking slowly and taking everything that was around me. Remembering the kiss with Rog in the barn. What had I been thinking? Yet, my lips still felt bruised from our kiss, and my skin tingled from how amazing he felt.
It felt like there was an absence, a vacuum that was sucking everything else in the world around me. The faded wallpaper. The shabby look of the ceiling. The light seeping in through the cracks in the slats told me that the sun was rising.
There was no headache. No hint of a hangover. A bottle and a half of wine would not have been enough to get me blackout