Page 83 of Incubus

I leaned back and caught the swirl of fire in his eyes, sincerity flowing from both him and the incubus. “I love you, too. I’d die for you.”

“And I you.” He kissed me, gentle and sweet.

I needed more. And I wanted to heal him. My love was the way to do it. “Roth, I need you.” I slid my arms around his neck and leaned into him.

He growled and deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as we shared a breath and a heartbeat. “But you’re hurt.” He shook his head slightly, but brushed his lips against mine as he spoke, as if he couldn’t stand any distance between us.

“So are you.” I opened my robe and let it fall. It puddled on the ground at my feet.

He held my gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I knelt and pulled him down with me.

He pulled the robe out behind me and lay me down, settling between my thighs as he kissed me with a hunger that thrilled me down to my toes.

“Don’t hold back.” I hooked my heels around his hips.

“I couldn’t if I tried.” The incubus peered at me through Roth’s eyes, both man and demon utterly focused. He claimed my mouth again, the tenderness gone and pure, primal need in its place.

I moaned and darted my tongue against his. My core was slick, burning for him, and he reached between us and unclasped his pants. The head of his cock pressed against me, and I arched up, spreading my legs wider and inviting him inside.

“Carissima.” He whispered it like a prayer, and pressed forward.

My body tensed for a slight moment as he pushed inside, but then the pleasure overcame me and I bit his bottom lip. He slid deeper, stretching me as I dug my nails into his back.

His body, which only moments before had been almost haggard, filled out with muscle and vigor. I peered into his face, shocked at the health that flowed into his cheeks, the light in his eyes.

“I told you.” He thrust all the way to the hilt. “You’re like an atomic bomb.”

“Destructive.” I could barely get the word out as he palmed my breast and thumbed my nipple.

“Powerful.” He bent his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I arched and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling the strands as he pistoned into me, each stroke deliberate and delicious. He pulled back and rose onto his knees, gripping my hips and holding me steady as he continued his pace. His body flexed and surged, each movement highlighting his masculine beauty.

“Look at you. At us.” His gaze strayed to where we were joined, and he began stroking my clit in maddening circles. “Perfect.”

“Gods.” I clutched my robe in my hands and moved my hips against him.

“That’s it.” He grunted low in his throat and strummed his thumb faster on just the right spot.

My entire being centered between my thighs, Roth giving me everything I needed and more. He caught my gaze and held it as my hips seized, my breath catching in my chest.

“Give it to me.” His words pushed me over the edge, and I fell, drowning in bliss as he rocked into me.

“So beautiful.” He pumped deep inside me, my orgasm stealing my senses until all I could feel was him and the push and pull of my pleasure. He bent over me, pressing his lips to mine as he groaned, his cock kicking inside me with his release. A buzz of electricity lit between us, sparkling along his skin and dissipating in the twilight falling over the clearing.

I relaxed, every bit of worry inside me draining away as Roth pressed his forehead to mine.

“You’re everything. I swear myself to you, before all the gods on Olympus.” He sat back and pulled me into his arms, his body heat sizzling as strength emanated from him in a steady wave.

I was boneless, every ounce of energy spent. But I’d never felt more safe, more loved, than I did in his arms. I stroked his cheek. “I’m yours and will be that way for as long as I live.”

Roth cradled me and approached a tree at the edge of the meadow. Sitting back against it, he kept me close and wrapped my robe tightly around me.

“Sleep now. I won’t let you go.”

Then he recited the same Latin phrase he’d said the first night we’d made love.

“What does that mean?” I contentedly snuggled against him and watched his gorgeous face lit with the silver starlight.

“It means ‘Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.’”

I sighed and closed my eyes. I was lost, utterly lost to him. My heart and soul were blissfully forfeit to the man—the demon—who lovingly held me in his arms.

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