Page 33 of The Demon's Sinful Serenade
"Come all over my face, kitten," Zane said. He watched me from under heavy eyelids, lips glossy with my arousal. "Let me hear you scream."
My hips strained against his hold as I came undone, riding his face in reckless abandon. I screamed, just like he asked, a string of incoherent curses and cries of his name pouring from my lips.
Zane drank in every detail, devouring me with his gaze as much as the mouth that worked me through my climax.
Finally, the wave of bliss ebbed and left me limp and gasping for air. Zane rose, licking my release from his lips with obvious relish. My spent muscles protested weakly as he scooped me upand shifted us fully onto the bed. He arranged my boneless form on the pillows and crawled up my body, pressing kisses against my overheated skin.
"Not done with you yet." His voice was a low growl in my ear, the head of his cock grinding against my overly sensitive clit.
I threaded my hands through his hair, tilting his head to capture his lips with mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, intoxicating in a way I couldn't explain. Zane shifted his hips, teasing my entrance, and I instinctively rocked against him.
"Need you." I dragged my nails down his back, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under my touch.
"You have me, kitten." Zane nipped at my bottom lip. "Whatever you need."
The thick head of his cock pushed against me, stretching me open as he sank in. I gasped at the perfect burn, my body giving way inch by inch. He moved so fucking slowly I wanted to scream, letting me feel every bit of him until he bottomed out, filling me so completely I could barely breathe.
Zane groaned, burying his face against my neck. "Fuck, River, you're perfect."
I shifted my hips, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth. "Move, Zane. Please."
He captured my mouth with a scorching kiss as he drew back and thrust into me in one fluid movement. Every stroke brought us closer together until I didn't know where he ended and I began. He peppered kisses down my throat, tracing my collarbone with his tongue. With his next thrust, his pelvis pressed against my clit and the bright flash of pleasure had me arching up off the bed.
"Mine," he growled, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"Your mate," I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. "I'm yours, Zane."
His pace turned frantic, control slipping as he pounded into me. I clenched around him, feeling another orgasm building fast and hard.
"When you come," he panted, "I'm going to mark you. Here." His lips brushed the spot where my neck met my shoulder. "Everyone will know you're claimed. That you belong to me."
The possessiveness in his voice should have offended me. Julian had wanted to own me too, but this was different. With Zane, the claim didn't feel like a cage; it felt like shelter. Like belonging. I'd never felt safer than I did here, with this demon claiming every inch of me.
With this mate marking me as his own.
"Do it," I demanded, tilting my head to give him full access. "Make me yours."
His hips pistoned against mine, each thrust pushing me higher. I was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"Mine," he snarled.
And then he struck, fangs sinking into the tender flesh of my neck. Fire ignited in my veins as the sharp sting blossomed into heat and pleasure so intense it stole my breath. Another stroke, another bit of pressure, and I was lost. Blinding ecstasy rolled through me, dragging a hoarse cry from my throat.
"Zane!"
His hips slammed home one final time as he found his own release, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. Heat filled me, branding me from the inside out. I felt claimed, possessed, consumed.
I felt whole.
We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. Zane's weight pressed me into the mattress, grounding me as aftershocks rippled through my body. His tongue lapped gently at the bite mark, soothing the sting.
"Mine," he murmured against my skin, the word more tender than possessive now. "My mate."
I cradled his head against me, fingers combing through his disheveled hair. "Yours," I agreed softly.
The admission felt like coming home after a long, exhausting tour. Relief and contentment mingled with the bone-deep knowledge that this was where I belonged. Who I belonged with.
My eyes drifted closed. There were things we needed to discuss, logistics to figure out, but none of that mattered right now. For the first time in so, so long, there were no shadows waiting in the corners. No ghost lurking just out of sight, ready to destroy everything. I didn't feel smothered by the weight of expectations or drowned by the darkness.
