Page 74 of Conflicted

“Guess you bring it out of me.” I bit my lip before offering him a shred of truth. A piece of my heart. “You bring so much out of me, Nox. I never expected it. I’m not sure what I’ll do without it.”

His eyes darkened as he stared up at me. “You say that like I’m not the one on my knees, waiting to taste you. I’m starting to think there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you…and that’s fucking terrifying.”

My mouth fell open. I’d offered Nox a tiny sliver and he’d returned it in spades.

I didn’t get a chance to respond. He sucked me into his mouth, his lip ring pushing against the underside of my shaft as his tongue piercing swirled all around it. Palming my arse, he encouraged me to go deeper. He didn’t let up, taking me down with purpose.

In the back of my mind, I knew that purpose was to stop me commenting on what we’d said. The truths we’d shared.

We knew it changed nothing.

“Fuck, Nox.” My hands went to his shoulders, using him to hold myself up as my knees buckled. “I’m so close.”

He didn’t slow down, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harder. The head of my cock hit the back of his throat before it was enveloped completely.

I groaned loudly, my orgasm building. That wasn’t what sent me over the edge though.

No, that happened when Nox looked up at me. The heat in his eyes. The trust.

The desire.

Nox wanted me. He was turned on because ofme.

That was what took me over.

My roar as I came reverberated off the metal walls. Grabbing Nox by his collar, I hauled him to his feet and slammed my mouth to his. I could taste myself on his tongue and, fuck, that did something to me.

My orgasm had done nothing to dim my need for him. I tackled him against the wall, my hands pawing at him. I was practically climbing him in my desperation to get closer.

Nox didn’t seem to be faring any better, small growls working their way up his throat as he ground against me. One of his hands left my waist to smack at the panel beside us. He didn’t pull his mouth from mine, meaning it took him a few attempts before the lift creaked to life again.

Fuck, I was never going to get enough of Nox. I didn’t know if it was the bond or that we knew we were on borrowed time, but something was driving us both to the brink of despair.

Or maybe it was just because it was him. The demon who’d offered me peace. Who’d encouraged me to fight for my own life and freedom. Who’d pointed out the futility of blindly following orders.

There was a quietpingbefore the doors opened. We stumbled out into the hallway, hands and lips still touching whatever they could.

We might’ve got inside the room faster if either of us was willing to pull apart for even a second. As it was, it took some teamwork and several minutes before we managed to locate the right door, unlock it, and get inside.

As soon as it was closed, Nox shoved me back against it. I gave a small grunt, smiling. I loved it when he tossed mearound. For so long, men had seen my power and strength and shied away from it. Even the supes who occasionally graced my bed knew I could best them easily. That knowledge affected them. They always expected me to take the more dominant role.

It wasn’t what I always wanted though. Sometimes, I didn’t want to be the strongest person in the room. I wanted to be treated like everyone else. I wanted someone to throw me around, maybe rough me up a little. To take control and let me just feel.

Nox was the being to do that.

His hand curled around my throat, making me shiver. “Do you like that, little angel?”

“No.” I flashed my teeth at him. “Tighter.”

Nox’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he did as I asked. “All you have to do is ask.”

Pinning me in place with one hand, Nox unbuttoned my shirt with the other. I froze briefly, terrified that he was going to push it off my shoulders. That he’d see my scars. They were finally healed, but the marks remained—a permanent reminder of the price of fucking up. Exactly as Emilio had hoped.

Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be Nox’s plan.

“You’re majestic,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down my chest. “It’s not fair. No one should be allowed to be this perfect.”

It was hard to speak with the grip he had on my throat, but I managed to squeeze a few words out. “You better not look in the mirror then.”

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