cleaning the dry blood around my wounds. His real hands stayed up higher, but I felt his phantom hands continue down, the sensation of fingers slipping through my folds making my breath hitch. He held me firmer against him as he fitted his enormous length between my ass cheeks, letting me feel every vein and pulse.
Logic evaporated into the steam, my body rolling back into him. The ghost fingers prodded my legs to open more as they found their way inside.
“Baszd meg!” Air rushed through my teeth, and I parted my lips. His head didn’t move, but I could feel his mouth skating up my neck, drawling out a louder moan. I could feel the intensity as he pumped his fingers into me, then a tongue slid through me. “Oh, gods… don’t stop.”
His tongue flicked and nipped so powerfully I started to tremble. Pleasure hit so deep in my bones, I no longer felt I was tied to anything real, losing all track of when and where we were. A loud cry broke from my lips, and my teeth drove into my bottom lip. Warwick was everywhere; his mouth, teeth, and fingers touched, nipped, kissed, and licked my skin as a pressure rubbed over my core.
“Oh, gods… fuck… Warwick.”
I lost all control of myself as he moved quicker, building the friction, my climax racing toward me. His ghost fingers curled as his thumb worked the sensitive part. I felt his warm mouth consume me, sucking on my clit. Then he nipped down.
A guttural cry sprang up my throat as everything shattered, my body violently thrashing as my climax consumed me, everything in me going limp.
Warwick clutched me to him, holding me up, his palm pressing into my chest like he wanted to feel me gasping for air, feel every ounce of life throbbing through me.
I wheezed and heaved for oxygen, slowly coming back to myself. “Fuck,” I muttered, my limbs feeling like jelly.
“And think… I didn’t even actually touch you.” His voice was thick and rough in my ear.
Shit. I didn’t know if I could handle the real thing.
Rinsing us off, he shuffled me out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me and gently drying the places near my wounds. Wordlessly he dressed me in a tank and fresh underwear before ushering me into the bedroom.
“Get some sleep,” he muttered, helping me crawl into bed, my body boneless and my mind empty of thought or worry, as if he knew exactly what I needed to sleep.
Warwick grabbed some of his clothes out of the bag he brought, pulling on sweatpants, outlining everything he was trying to cover underneath. His erection tented his pants so sinfully, heat pulsed through me again.
Fuck. Me.
I curled onto my good side, away from temptation, wanting him to stay, but my mouth wouldn’t open to ask.
The bed dipped with his weight as he crawled in, scooting behind me. “Just tonight.” He answered the question I never asked.
A truce for the night, nothing but him and me before everything tangled and weaved into knots again. We could deal with all this in the morning.
His massive frame curled behind me, blanketing me in warmth and security. My insanely unbelievable orgasm only took the edge off the desire building back up as his body wrapped around mine, his cock still pressed into the back of me.
“Sleep, princess,” he muttered in my ear. Sighing deeply, content and relaxed, I let go.
Darkness took me quickly, but right before I went under, I felt his lips brush my temple.
“Te valodi vagy… sötét démonom.”
You are real… my dark demon.
Chapter 25
A tickling in my nose stirred me awake, my lids opening to Bitzy’s fingers.
Chirp. The noise sounded like “good morning.”
“Bitzy.” I batted away her hand, noticing a lazy smile on her face. “Oh shit.” I peered around. For once, it was just her; Opie was absent. My gaze drifted over the bed, finding myself alone, the bed and pillow still imprinted with Warwick’s outline, suggesting I hadn’t dreamed he slept next to me.
Exhaling, the feel of him still throbbed through me—the memories of what happened in the shower, the images of this huge violent man washing my hair… my body.
Chirp.
My attention returned to the imp, her hand holding something as she munched.
“Bitzy, what are you eating?”
She peered down at the item, then peered up at me innocently.
“Is that a mushroom?”
She rolled in her lips coyly, her eyes huge, her ears lowering to the side, and she giggled.
“Oh hell, Bitzy.” I groaned, palming my