Page 118 of Forbidden Heroes

Curious, I nod and watch him step out the door and cross the street.

I need the breather anyway. So much of Daemon has my head spinning. The airplane ride here. The city of love. My three professors taking me. It’s all so much. I don’t know what to think outside of how I’m crazy and what they do to me erases all good sense.

His heavy winter coat blows in the wind as he briskly walks away. He looks like a mix between a cage fighter and a man who has spent years in the military. Though I don’t know if either are true. He’s a bull to most but I got to see a kinder side of him today. One I don’t think many have experienced.

I smile to myself. I also got to see the hard side of him and I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more.

I watch Daemon disappear around a corner. What is he up to this time?

Nine

Jemma

We crash into the hotel door a tangle of limbs and tongues. One of us punches in the code to the hotel door and we fall in. Coats fall, boots, shoes, scarves. They are all left in a trail leading to the master bedroom and to the glorious bed.

It took a little fumbling but he manages to slide the bedroom door open.

Off comes my sweater.

Bra. Boots. Pants.

A few more tugs and I’m left in only my skimpy panties while he’s still wearing his button down and slacks.

Unfair.

But I’m not left wanting for long.

Buttons pop and all those muscles I want under my tongue come into view in the low light of the room.

Next are the pants and finally finally there’s nothing between us. My chest heaves and my blood flows from warm to fiery. He barrels toward me and we’re right back where we were in the elevator a few minutes ago—hot body to hot body.

His lips crash into mine and I eagerly open, loving how he trails his fingers over my ribs one by one. A delicate brush as if I will break if he’s too rough.

“I want you to see how badly I crave you.” He nods toward the bed. “Crawl up there for me.”

His deep voice is gruff, thick with lust.

I do as he instructs only to turn to see him right behind me.

I fall to my back and quickly prop myself up on my elbows. I don’t want to miss a thing. I can’t tear my gaze away from him for anything in the world. Staring at his body is like sin. The kind that will tarnish your mind and send it fully reeling into the gutter.

He fists his cock in his powerful hand, swiping his thumb through the liquid gathered there. It’s sexy as hell to see him smear precum over the swollen head like that and makes me want a taste.

He’s thick, hard and dangerously beautiful fucking his fist. But that isn’t what has most of my attention. What draws my eye is the way he looks at me. Like I’ve solved some problem for him and I’m the only thing that matters in the world now.

He scoops his arm around my back and pulls me off the bed and into his arms. His mouth claims mine in a slow kiss and I feel something shift. A barrier I didn’t know exists crumbles between us and I feel connected with the real him. A man who wants to be accepted. Loved.

His hands slide down my bare back to clench the globes of my ass.

I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. For all the rush and excitement of getting back to the hotel, the tearing at each other, the unquenchable thirst to have one another, we slow. Take in the moment. Just him and me.

Embers of our lust burn hot but neither of us want this to end too quickly.

His mouth leaves mine to tease my senses higher with kisses along my neck and collarbone.

My breath catches and he moves lower, taking a nipple between his lips and tugging gently at first and then harder.

I slide my hands through his hair and ride the wave of pleasure rolling through me. His stubble brushes over my sensitive skin. The friction so delicious. Butterflies kick up in the pit of my stomach and I quiver. “Daemon,” I moan, holding him close.

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