hoarse she had trouble understanding him. Something about watching her walk away.
She wanted to pay attention, to ask him to explain, but that bead taunted her. When she reached for him, he caught her hand.
“No, I won’t last.” He sat back on his knees, retracting the wing claws and the ones tipping his fingers. “I’m going to get you ready.”
Would she ever be ready enough to receive his size? They’d soon find out.
When she spread her legs for him, he licked his lips. “My mate’s so wet. I see these soft petals part, and I am stricken with need.” His hand skimmed up one of her thighs. “This will truly happen.”
She gasped when he cupped her pussy, slipping his middle finger inside her. “Yes, yes . . .”
“Look at you, beauty.” His eyes turned solid black as he studied her expression. His gorgeous skin sheened. His piercings glinted, and his straightened horns shone.
Her primordial sex god. Firelight loved Abyssian.
“Shall I give you another?” He started wedging a second finger into her sheath. “Take them both for me.”
“Ohhh.” She writhed to accept them, about to climb the walls.
He slowly thrust. As he’d been doing over these past nights, he spread his fingers inside her, twisting them. He teased her until she could hear how slick she’d grown.
When she rocked on his fingers, his aggression started spiking. “You’ll surrender to me tonight. I want everything from you—and I’ll have it.”
No longer nervous, she did surrender to him. Despite the turmoil he’d been suffering, he would never hurt her.
He withdrew those fingers and raised them to his mouth to suck. She moaned at the sight.
“Never get enough of this honey.” Another dip, another taste. As if he was drinking her one drop at a time. His big fingers filled her . . . then withdrew.
Fullness. Then emptiness.
Heat. Then achy coolness.
Torture.
He worked his fingers even deeper. “This is what you need.” He pumped them into her core until she grew light-headed. “Made for me.” He sounded like he was unraveling—but still he fought for control.
She was struck by his contradictions. The demon had been built to kill. And to pleasure. He was tender, yet carnal.
His lust was palpable, but his body told the story of his restraint: bulging muscles, heaving chest, shaking hands. Voice raw with emotion, he said, “I will be your first lover, Calliope. And by all the gods, I’ll be your last.”
Sian’s demon instinct roared inside him. CLAIM. POSSESS. MARK.
Her pink nails bit into his shoulders. “I can’t take much more.” Her swollen little clitoris pouted for his tongue. Her glistening entrance begged for penetration.
He’d trained her pussy to crave it. Even so, he drew on the powers of their realm to infuse her with protection magic, anything to keep her from feeling pain.
“Abyssian! I’m about to come!”
He withdrew his fingers. “No.” She’s ready. This will happen. He swallowed. Now.
In a daze, he maneuvered over her, his slick cockhead gliding across her leg. His heart thundered as he settled between her thighs. In Demonish, he said, “From the instant I first saw you, I knew.”
His gaze roamed over her, from the shiny tresses spread around her head to her lustrous eyes and sweet mouth. Her full breasts and puckered nipples. The dip of her navel. The curls on her mons. Her pinkened flesh. . . .
She cradled his face with her soft hands. “Demon, is something wrong?”
“Want to remember this for our next ten thousand years.” As he gazed into her heavy-lidded eyes, clarity hit him with the force of a lightning bolt.
I don’t cherish her because I desire her; I desire her because I cherish her.
He’d battled his instincts for so long; he couldn’t fight them a moment more.
Inside her. The balance. All will be well.
Grasping his shaft, he guided it toward her virgin sheath. When the crown kissed her wetness, he bit out a curse. “So lush.”
He ran the tip up and down between her flaring lips until she was rolling her hips to meet him. “No more teasing!”
He nudged the head against her entrance, pressing forward.
She spread her knees wide for him. “Yes, yes, inside me.”
Her wet heat squeezed him so tightly, he wouldn’t last even two thrusts! “Lila, I will put my seed in you. And I will mark you with my fangs.” A quake rumbled. Primal forces swirled around them. Hell demanded its due. “We cross the point of no return. . . .”
FORTY-NINE
Do it!” Lila all but begged. “I’m ready.”
Abyssian rested on his forearms, leaning