Page 26 of Nightmares and Numerology

Lydia

There was a demon literally out for my ass, and I could barely move in a straight line. I cursed Angelo’s name in mythoughts. It was his fault my legs were the consistency of cooked egg noodles and wouldn’t support my weight properly. I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt so satiated after sex.

Except, it hadn’t been sex. It had been a kiss. And yet I’d had one of the best orgasms of my life. I knew Angelo could use any touch to snare his would-be victims, but I’d never imagined climaxing after just a brief makeout session. But that’s exactly what had happened—something within me had unwound, luxuriating like a cat under the attention of his hands. He hadn’t just sabotaged my legs. He’d unlocked a new emotional equilibrium inside me, and it was throwing me off.

I cursed as I drove an elbow clumsily into the wall. The staircase leading up to the loft was narrow, and I was staggering like a drunk. At this rate, he was going to catch me on the stairs. I wasn’t sure how he’d make the positioning work, but he was a creative demon. I knew he could figure something out. If kissing him had made me see stars, I was certain whatever bruises it left on my back would be worth it.

Still, my heart kicked into a higher gear when I heard Angelo’s voice, a little nearer now as he approached the stairs.

“Two... one...”

The spurt of adrenaline gave me enough stamina to climb the rest of the stairs and collapse into the living room. I managed to crawl only a few steps before strong hands flipped me onto my back. I had only a second to see Angelo, black-eyed and demonic above me, before his mouth was on mine again, tongue plunging into my mouth mercilessly. The seal of his lips muffled the scream as a second, even stronger wave of bliss pulled at my thoughts like a riptide.

When I surfaced, he had followed through on his threat. Cool air from the AC unit gently blew across my bare skin. I didn’t look down to see how badly he’d mangled my outfit; I would check if Wanda could do repairs later. All I knew was that I feltincredibly exposed as those inhuman eyes roved over my body. Waiting for doubt to surface and choke me, it was mysteriously absent. I felt a bit of unease, like an entranced mouse before a serpent, but I couldn’t feel insecure while his power settled like the weight of an orgasm behind my navel.

“Lydia,” he said, his voice jarringly gentle against the inferno raging just beneath our skins. It looked like that restraint cost him dearly. “I need...”

“Take it,” I whispered, hands coming up to grasp his face. “Take me. I want you to. I’m done running. I want this. I want you.”

It was all the urging he needed. He nudged my thighs apart with practiced ease and watched my face as he coaxed every inch of himself inside me. I didn’t know when he’d removed his pants. I wasn’t sure if he had, or if his need to take me had been so great that he’d just shoved them down enough for movement. A smirk curled the edges of that full, kissable mouth as he watched my reaction. I wasn’t sure what face I was making, but he seemed to like it, judging by that almost purring sound his demon made when it fed off me. The aftershock of that sound was an almost perceptible vibration, edging me closer to a sobbing climax.

“I can’t,” I gasped eventually. “It’s too big. Too much.”

The belly laugh that earned actually thrust his hips against me, plunging his erection deeper inside me. I keened, tears pricking my eyes. It was overwhelming. It wasn’t just that he was huge, though he was. (A sex demon couldn’t go around sporting a lackluster appendage, could he?) It was also the feeling of having him so deep in my head, stroking something inside me. I doubted anyone else he’d slept with could sense things the way I did. I could almost feel his demon at work, taking from me. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it was an invasion of a place inside me that had been hitherto private.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

“If you stop, I will literally kill you.”

I wanted this. I wanted to give him what I could. He’d waited so long, respected every boundary, and put up with my insanity. Not only that, but I’d waited so long. Now, I wanted to feed him, even if I was the meal. But... this was going to take some getting used to.

“Want me to go slow?” he asked, skimming my ear with his nose. The velvet of his lips brushed my face, and I writhed. I couldn’t help it. It felt obscenely good to have him still and full inside me. I was sure I’d die and go to... wherever I was meant to go if he did more.

“Yes.”

Angelo pulled out, laughing at the keen protest that escaped me. I hadn’t even realized I could make that needy sound. I was learning a lot about myself today. Angelo made it up to me, shedding his pants and underwear in a move that belonged on the cutting room floor of a Magic Mike rip-off, deemed too dirty for the R rating. Every inch of him looked like well-aged perfection.

I almost cried in relief when he drew me to the couch, spooning me against him. I let out a hiccupping gasp when he thrust into me again, moving in gentle surges. It was like the ocean sucking at my toes, rather than the avalanche it had been moments before. He seemed to know, without words, how to handle me delicately. I wanted more. I wanted to enact scenarios on him that would make Penthouse salivate for a tell-all. I wanted him to take me hard on his desk someday. But my psyche couldn’t handle more than a gentle tussle. We’d have to work up to the kinds of things I liked to read about in my guilty pleasure romance novels.

Angelo showered gentle kisses over my throat, shoulders, and upper arms—anything he could reach. When he truly beganto plunge into me, his teeth found my pulse and held on, anchoring me with the sharp, enticing pain of a love bite. It was a simple point of contact, but one I clung to as he gained momentum, setting a punishing pace.

He manacled my hands when I tried to reach between my legs. His coarse fingers felt like a textured glove as they found and stroked my pearl, driving spikes of feverish pleasure into me. I felt warm. So warm and so...

I screamed again. I couldn’t help it. I was helpless before an inferno. It saturated every part of me, but in Angelo’s embrace, it didn’t hurt. I was consumed by the fire, and it felt incredible.

When I could finally blink back to reality, I found Angelo resting on his side, watching me with an amused smirk.

“Was that five times or six?” he asked.

I frowned at him. “Trust a man to keep score.”

“I only get one, Bean.” He licked his lips, drawing my gaze down to his mouth. I wanted to kiss him again. It felt like an ache, a hunger igniting at the sight of him. “And I enjoyed mine immensely, in case you were wondering. It isn’t about competition. Not with you, at any rate. I’d like to know the exact number when I rub Rodney’s inferiority in his face.”

That probably should have made me angry, but I could only manage a light laugh.

“Eight, if you count the one downstairs.”

“I don’t. That was an appetizer. You wouldn’t be half as responsive if you’d had someone worthwhile before I came along. Sated women require a little more effort than that. It tells me Rodney is even more of a limp-dicked bastard than I originally thought.”

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