Page 52 of All's Hell That Ends Well

With her pupils dilated, she hung on my every word, her scent already drenched in the heavy note of her arousal. It drove my own even higher, my cock hardening to near-painful levels.

With my free hand, I slid aside the straps of her tank top and bra on one shoulder, letting a wave of my power dance over her skin in the wake of my touch. A quiet moan escaped her, her power whirring in the air between us, tangling with my own.

Before, as an angel, her skin had held the innate light of divinity, a soft silver glow that coated her all over, especially noticeable during moments of heightened emotions. Now, as a demon, it was as if an inner fire lit her skin, a darker note that spoke to my own energy. My demon power recognized hers as alike, and all of me responded with nigh unbearable sensual hunger. I’d never felt this with anyone else, as if the fate of my soul depended on consuming her in the most intimate of ways, as if she’d woken some primal part of me that would never be whole unless united with her.

It had been like this even before we’d bonded, but the new connection between us intensified this need of mine by the thousands. I couldn’t imagine ever being parted from her for any length of time again, let alone for years. Those three weeks while she’d been on Earth had already been torture the likes of which I hadn’t experienced in ages.

Never again.

I moved the fabric of her tank and her bra down farther, exposing one breast. As before, I let my power follow the touch, bathing her skin in waves of invisible liquid fire. She trembled in my hold, my hand in her hair still keeping a proprietary grip on her, just the way she liked it.

When I bent down to swirl my tongue around her tightened nipple, she groaned and melted into me. Her pleasure was athrill in my blood. With this new bond, with me feeling what she felt, sex became so much more intense. I’d always had a good grasp on what she liked, how she’d respond to this or that. Years of experience and watching her had paved the way for that, and when she’d been human, the occasional thought that escaped her weak natural shields helped as well. Not to mention that her aura had always been expressive with regard to her emotions.

Yet feeling her pleasure as if it were my own…that eclipsed everything.

I moved to her other breast, bearing that one as well, and then I lavished my attention on it as if this were the most important task I’d ever do. I was rewarded with more soft sounds from her and pulses of her arousal running down the bond.

Letting go of her hair, I grabbed the hem of her top with both hands and slowly dragged it up. She helped by lifting her arms, and I pulled the tank off over her head. Her power throbbed heavily with her arousal, tendrils of her energy wrapping around me in a move she was likely not even conscious of. She’d barely used her magic as an angel, and definitely never when we’d been intimate.

So many things I had yet to teach her. I couldn’t wait.

When one errant pulse of her power brushed over my groin, I bit back a groan and had to lock my muscles at the intensity of the sensation. By the looks of her, she hadn’t even done it on purpose.

“Sweetheart,” I said, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up. “You need to leash your energy, or else I won’t be able to take this slow.”

She blinked at me in obvious confusion.

“That,” I said and sent a lick of my power between her thighs, “is a creative use of our energy.”

A gasp tore from her throat, and her aura oscillated with pleasure. I felt the zing of it down the bond, and I closed my eyes briefly to weather the intense roll of arousal it stirred in me.

“I need you to stop that,” I said with a husky note to my voice.

“Oh?” Her eyes glittered like crushed emeralds strewn with amber. “Is it…distracting you?”

And then the touch of her energy very deliberately caressed my cock, as if she were running her fingers down the shaft.

“Zoe.”

Her grin lit up her whole face, and I wanted to kiss that mirth from her lips, taste some of that brilliant, mischievous amusement.

So I did.

I kissed her with all the possessive intent, the pent-up hunger writhing inside me, the yearning I always felt for her. She yielded with a gentle, erotic sound deep in her throat, her tongue tangling with mine.

When I came up for air again, wanting to continue my promised exploration of her body, she caught my gaze with a twinkle in her eye.

“So,” she said, running a finger down the middle of my chest. “Now that I can use my power to touch you”—she demonstrated with another caress, this time over my balls, which made me thankful that she seemed to have fantastic control over the intensity of her energy already—“tying me up so I’ll keep my hands off you for a while won’t work anymore, will it?”

Damn it, she did have a point.

Not that I’d admit that.

“You make it sound like restraining you is only for my benefit.” I responded in kind to her provocative use of her power and let my energy feather over her clit. “The way I see it, being tied down or held in my grasp is something you enjoy immensely.”

Her lips parted at the sensation of my power dancing over her intimate skin, and she breathed heavier. “Maybe.”

I grinned and whirled her around so her back was to my front, grabbing her wrists and bringing her arms between us. “So you don’t feel lush pleasure when I hold you down?” Switching my grasp to one hand, I slid the other to her front to cup her breast, squeezing the full curve with appreciation. “You don’t feel the most sensual freedom when you’re under my control?” She writhed against me, and I pinched her nipple with enough force to make her gasp. “You don’t fall the hardest, fastest, when I take charge, when I relieve you of having to make decisions? When I’m the one who takes care of you, cherishing you as the treasure you are?”

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