core against his cock, and he no longer cared about anything but having her. Over the course of his long life, he’d learned to take pleasure where and when he could, to live in the moment, because the next one might be shit.
He feasted on her mouth, enjoying the way she challenged him, her tongue fighting his for supremacy. It was the sweetest battle, with both of them winning as the kiss grew deeper and harder and more frantic.
This was a woman who would never back away from a challenge. His blood thickened and pooled in his cock. His balls, heavy and full, ached for release.
Ready to explode, he pinned her against the shower wall, reached down with one hand, and guided the head of his shaft to her opening. Warmth coated him. The scent of her arousal was more addictive than any incense or drug ever created by nature, man, or the gods.
She tilted her head back, pulling her lips from his as she inhaled. The motion slid her breasts over his chest, drawing a moan from her. Many succubi in Hell had attempted to seduce him. They’d all failed. But this hunter was succeeding while barely trying.
Morrigan was the most sensual creature he’d ever encountered.
He flexed his hips and shoved, forging a path inward. Her slick sheath gripped his cock, squeezing tight and holding him in place for a brief second before he surged forward, driving all the way home.
A flicker, a yearning for something more, threatened to ignite inside him. He ruthlessly smothered it.
He slammed a hand against the wall. Tile cracked, and several shards fell to the floor. The jagged edge of one sliced his skin. Blood pooled, but the slight injury healed almost as quickly as it occurred.
Fuck, nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life.
Her green eyes were unfocused as she panted heavily. “Maccus.”
The sound of his name falling from her full, lush lips reached inside and tugged at the spark of warmth left within him.
Danger!
His hands were around her throat before he realized what he was doing.
She didn’t fight, offered no resistance, seeming almost resigned to her death. In her face, he saw understanding and compassion.
His chest constricted. His temples pounded.
A whisper of emotion threatened. He refused to name it. That would give it power. He could not, would not, allow that. Had avoided all hint of weakness since he’d been cast from Heaven. Emotions were easily used by others to manipulate and destroy, to trick and deceive.
Survival had been his only goal. It had burned out all need for retribution or revenge.
It was no longer enough.
Throwing back his head, he roared. The glass wall rattled. The shampoo bottle fell onto its side before tumbling to the floor. She’d done this to him.
At this very moment, he hated her.
In a desperate bid to drown out the voice that whispered he should kill her, he kissed her.
There was another voice, one just as loud demanding he protect her with his life.
She was the key to his salvation.
But even if such a thing was possible, did he want it?
His immediate goal was to fuck her. So he did. Melding their mouths together, he demanded her submission. But she didn’t give it. She gripped his shoulders, her blunt nails digging into his skin to mark him, and lifted herself slightly before letting herself fall back on him.
His dick throbbed in time to his racing heart.
Take her. Fuck her. Keep her. The chant in his head was unending.
More monster than man, he gave a fierce roar, buried his face in the curve of her neck and fucked her hard and fast, his hips pumping nonstop.
Warm water showered over them. The slap of their wet bodies mingled with her breathy moans and sighs, his deep groans.
“Yes.” She screamed her release. It echoed in his ears, pounded in his blood. When her slick sheath rippled around him, he lost it. Hard and fast, his release rocketed up