“is it okay to go out tonight with demons wanting to kill me and all?”
“Yes,” he says with certainty. “Demons are more likely to attack here than in public, though we’re safer here in regard to being prepared and having more weapons. I won’t let you out of my sight, Anora, especially dressed like that.”
“Do I look like monster-bait?”
His lips go to my neck. “You do, but it’s not a bad thing. Not at all.”
“I’m sorry I keep talking about demons. I don’t want to ruin the little time we have to be normal, and I know you’re probably sick of it too. It’s your job and I don’t want to talk about my work all the time.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, and I can’t be normal. The fact that you know about demons and aren’t running for the hills makes this possible.”
“As long as you don’t go running for the hills as I learn more about who I really am.”
“Who you are,” he starts, and in a sudden movement, grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. My eyes flutter shut, breath hitching when he puts his lips to my neck. “Is so fucking beautiful. There’s power in you, Anora. I can sense it, and I promise you, I’m not going to run,” he murmurs, sucking at my skin. My heart speeds up and emotion bites at me, dangerously mixing with my physical desire. I try to free my arms, wanting nothing more than to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but Ethan’s fingers dig into my flesh, pressing them harder against the wall. He steps in, widening his stance, and pushes his hips against mine. His cock is getting hard, and he knows I can feel it.
I’ve never been with anyone like this, anyone who’s domineering in the least. Who knows what they want and reaches out and takes it. I’m getting more and more turned on by the second, and my need to have Ethan on me—in me—builds at a dangerous rate.
He takes his mouth from my neck and puts his lips to mine, releasing my wrists. I bend my arms in, hands running down his chest, not stopping until I hook my fingers through his belt. Ethan slips one hand behind me, pushing me against him once more before pulling away. Lips parted, he locks eyes with me, holding my gaze for a beat. And then he drops down to his knees, parting my legs and pushing my dress up.
Holy fuck.
My lips part and I suck in air, eyes falling shut as my head falls against the wall. I place one hand against the wall behind me, steadying myself, and bring the other to the top of Ethan’s head, taking a tangle of his hair beneath my fingers.
My heart speeds up and heat grows between my legs. I want him. Now. Without warning, he stands back up, fingers trailing up the curve of my waist and slipping to my back. He finds the zipper of my dress and slowly inches it down, forehead pressed against mine. My heart is hammering away in my chest, and my eyes flutter shut. His lips brush over mine and I fumble to undo his belt, but by the time I get it undone, he has the zipper all the way down.
He steps back, and my eyes go to the bulge in his pants. Good god, he has a big cock. How the hell is that thing supposed to fit inside me? My insides feel all squishy just thinking about it.
“Take your dress off,” he orders. “I want to watch you strip.”
Holding his gaze, I slowly sweep one hand up, fingers splaying over my breast for just a moment before I pull one strap down over my shoulder and shimmy out of the dress, letting it fall to the ground. I’m not wearing a bra, and I stand there, light from the living room illuminating my near-naked body. I should be nervous, self-conscious and hating the way my thighs don’t gap like they did when I was twenty-one. But the way Ethan is looking at me does me in.
“Fuck,” he groans, and then advances so fast I don’t see it coming. The next thing I know, he’s picking me up, pinning me between his muscular body and the wall. My legs fasten around him, pussy begging to be touched. His lips go to mine, and he kisses me as he carries me to my bedroom, laying me down