Page 93 of Bad Demon

My hair was all over my face, and he pushed it back with one hand, watching me lose control on top of him. I slid up, then back, coating him in my slickness, utterly wild with need. On the next glide, I went too far, and when I rocked back, the head of his cock pushed inside me, just the wide tip, but that was all it took—that stretch, that heat inside me. My pussy clamped down on the head of his cock, clutching and releasing it as I swiveled my hips, not taking him deeper—not because I didn’t want to, but because my inner muscles were so tight that there was no way he was getting any deeper inside me.

I came hard while Relic cursed beneath me. I looked down at him, at his taut expression, at the way his stomach muscles looked as if they’d been carved from stone. His hands were now over his head, gripping the headboard, and I knew it was to stop himself from holding me there and thrusting deep.

He pulsed inside me thickly, hissing and groaning. Hot seed filled me with force, making me come again just from how good that felt as well, how seeing Relic this way made me lose it even more.

I collapsed against him, my face pressed to his throat, breathing hard.

“Don’t move,” he said roughly.

I shifted my hips experimentally; somehow, he was locked there.

“Oh.” I shifted again, and he groaned. “Does it hurt you?” I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have all of him inside me—as it was, just the head had expanded enough that it locked us together.

“Definitely doesn’t hurt. You feel fucking perfect. But if you try to pull away before I release you, you might get hurt.”

I nodded against his chest as he rubbed my back.

“You okay, sweetness?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I felt more than okay, and right now, I was glad he couldn’t see my face because stupid fucking tears were filling my eyes again.

“You’re not okay,” he said.

“I am.”

“Can smell your tears.” He forced me to look at him. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. This was just an agonizingly beautiful goodbye.

“You don’t know what you’ve done for me, Relic. You’ve given me so much, and you … you gave my body back to me. You slowly yet surely helped me take back ownership of a part of me that had been used to hurt and humiliate me. I’ll never forget you for that.”

A fierceness filled his eyes. “You won’t forget me, baby, because I’ll always be right here. By your side.”

“Relic—”

His phone started ringing, and he growled. We stared at each other for long seconds.

“You should get that,” I whispered.

He slipped from me, his body finally releasing mine, and I wanted him back instantly.

He growled again, but snatched his phone off the floor. “What?” His jaw hardened, and so did his gaze. “On my way.” He disconnected. “I need to go, but we aren’t finished with this conversation. I’ll call you when I’m done, yeah?”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

He was lying. Something was going on, something that involved me.

“Have you found them?”

His nostrils flared. “I won’t know that until we get there.”

A shiver moved through me.

“I’ll call you when I’m done, and you will answer, Fern. Yeah?”

“Yes,” I said, because I got the feeling he wouldn’t leave this bed if I didn’t agree.

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