Bat Out of Hell (Promised to the Demons #2) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,13

and strain the fabric.

“That's...that's..." He put a hand over mine, like he wanted to stop me, but he also really didn't.

"It does feel a little bigger," I said. "But I guess, not too bad."

His hips slowly flexed in agony. "You are...such a flirt," he said.

"If you really need to do it, I probably am too weak to stop you."

His eyes widened. "I'm not going to do that!"

I lifted my brows. "You could."

"You're barely coming back from death."

"Yeah, I know, I just...miss you too. And maybe I'm getting used to your bigger size already. At least, I'm wondering how it'll feel to have your arms around me and feel so small..."

"Damnit," he groaned. He got up and locked the door, then drew the curtains. He stood over me and I finally got an eyeful of just how much more imposing he was, although he was still much more lean and agile looking than Variel. "Are you really sure?"

"I mean...is it contagious?” I asked.

"I...don't know," he said. “I don’t think so. I think you only get it in the swamps.”

"Well, if it is, I'll be getting better as you get sick, and I'll take care of you."

He growled like I was driving him crazy and he thought I was being irresponsible, but then he slid into bed with me and pulled the covers over both of us.

"You still have a fever," he said. "I can feel you burning."

"I think I'd feel more alive if you were inside me..."

He pushed up my nightgown. It was a real object of clothing, so I couldn't make it disappear. He made his own clothing vanish, so I could feel the skin of his thighs against mine. He propped himself up over me so I didn't bear any of his weight, and pushed into me with a groan like he was succumbing to something he couldn't resist.

"You are wet...," he said. "It is pretty sexy that you got wet for me while you're this sick."

"Well...," I gasped. "I just think you're pretty sexy yourself."

He slid deeper into me more slowly, letting me take in his larger size. He was right, though--it wasn't too big to fit. Actually, it didn't feel as different as I feared, as long as we took it slow like the first time. I had to trust him, since this time, he was on top of me and I didn't have much strength, but he was being extra-careful.

"You're burning inside," he said, starting to sweat under the blankets with me. "But you feel so damn good..." He slowly flexed his hips, and I felt the sweet friction of his skin on mine, the way I slowly stretched out more and more to accommodate him as he moved inside me.

My body still responded to him like it always had, but I was struggling for each breath as the excitement and desire quickened my lungs.

He stopped, still inside me, but not moving. "No, this isn't good. You can't breathe."

I clutched his arm. "Just come inside me, and then stop. I want to feel you mark me."

I couldn't have explained what was making me talk like this, except that it had something to do with talking with Piers and thinking of Bernard, and the subsequent dream. I didn't mean to start comparing Piers with Bernard or having even the slightest thought about him, but deep down, I knew that feeling existed.

I still feared that if Bernard whistled, I would come--that something would compel me to his side and I would be helpless.

This was my best defense. Bevan, claiming me when I was vulnerable. Bevan, claiming me always. The more I became a part of him, the less I would be a part of someone else. Every ragged breath, every little pain I felt as he fucked me--urged, no doubt, by my fingernails digging into his arm whenever he stopped--was a layer of protection.

I wasn't trying to reach a climax myself, but it started happening anyway, although weakly. He felt so good and right inside me, and I was very turned on by the fact that he didn't resist--that he was even being a little rough.

My cry of pleasure was a ragged whimper, while he was breathing deep and fast.

"Celeste," he said, pressing my arms into the pillows.

"Not yet," I choked.

He growled as he came hard inside me, and I knew he was trying not to make too much noise, but his face showed that he really wanted to.

"Gods..." He slowed his movements and waited for my body