Did he sense the odd connection between them as she did, the power of it expanding with each kiss?
She buried her fingers in his hair, unable to stop kissing him. The ice was too reminiscent of her time in Hell. She’d do anything to push those memories aside and keep them at bay.
He trailed hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She had no idea when he’d lifted her, but she was in his arms and he was carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. It was here that they left the fallen angel and bounty hunter outside the door and became nothing more than a male and a female.
They quickly divested each other of their clothes. When they were both naked, he rolled her beneath him, but she wasn’t having it. Not this time.
She gave his shoulders a hard shove. Whether she’d surprised him or whether he allowed her, she didn’t care, but he went over onto his back with her straddling him.
He was such a massive man. Powerful, too. There was something about Maccus that drew her. He was like a wild animal abused for so long that he mistrusted the hand of kindness. He was primal and untamed, intelligent and calculating. Physically, he was unmatched.
But in the darkest depths of his eyes, she saw something more—a yearning for some kind of connection.
Or maybe it was only she who wished for such a thing.
No matter. Events would unfold quickly once they left his apartment again. There would be no more time for them to share an intimate moment, which was why she was going to take advantage of every single second, store up the memories, and hold them in her heart.
He squeezed her hips with his large, powerful hands. “What are you going to do?” The deep rumble of his voice sank into her pores, bringing with it a sexual heat that warmed her entire being.
She stared right into his dark eyes. “I’m going to love you.”
Chapter Ten
His heart skipped a beat. She meant making love instead of calling it what it was—sex. It was nothing more than a turn of phrase.
And why would he even care? He didn’t want her love. That particular emotion was nothing more than a shackle used to bind.
Look what it had done to Morrigan. Her love for her sister had led her to her current predicament.
He’d watched her expressions carefully while they’d talked. She’d already convinced herself that Kayley was innocent, under the influence of Lucifer.
Her loyalty had been bought and paid for in blood. Morrigan would turn on him if it meant saving her sister.
He’d do well to remember that.
Still, he was drawn to her, like the proverbial moth to a flame. She was a formidable bounty hunter for Hell but had somehow managed to keep her heart pure.
His life was forged from the pain and hardships he’d endured. There was no place for weakness. He couldn’t save Morrigan.
At that moment, he hated himself. He was familiar with the dark emotions—disappointment, frustration, anger, disillusionment. It was the positive ones such as kindness, hope, and love that eluded him. Once, he’d understood duty, obligation, and responsibility.
Now he answered only to himself.
And right now, he wanted Morrigan.
Her fingers lightly kneaded his chest, stroking over the weapons inked there. The muscles in his chest rippled beneath her touch. Her hum of pleasure had his balls pulling up tight and his cock throbbing.
He’d had women in his long life—angels, demons, and other paranormal creatures. None of them came close to Morrigan. Those encounters had been nothing more than fulfilling basic sexual needs for both sides.
He wanted so much more from Morrigan.
His fingers flexed around her hips when she started to scoot back. “Stay.”
She brushed her lips over his. Her mouth was warm and inviting. He delved inside, stroking her tongue. She tasted warm and sweet. It amazed him that she never held anything back, giving him her honest passion.