Page 66 of Demon Sworn
It doesn’t change or excuse what he did, the life he inadvertently reaped, but…
The fucker stepped in front of abladefor me. That’s textbook romance right there.
So I say the words. The three seemingly insignificant words that are somehow capable of alleviating some of the guilt I know he feels. I don’t know how I can tell. Maybe it’s the mate bond, maybe it’s the way his shoulders droop, maybe it’s the way the tightness around his eyes loosens. Either way, my words set him free.
“I forgive you.”
His reaction is explosive, like a lightning storm erupting on a perfectly clear and sunny day. Instantaneous. Desperate.
One second, we’re staring at each other, his eyes locked on mine, and the next, his mouth is colliding with my own, his hands traveling under my ass and moving me until he positions me onto his lap. I can feel him rapidly hardening against me as I moan against his lips, sliding to create friction.
His kisses are different from any of the others. I don’t want to say softer, because that just isn’t true. There’s a primal sort of energy in every slash of his lips against mine. Sparks migrate wherever we touch, reminiscent of my own power—which I’ll deal with on a later day. But Kastros’s kisses…there’s a tenderness to them. It could be because they’re closed-mouth pecks against my lips, but I find myself desperate for more. Desperate for him. All of him.
I've spent too long being mad at him. I never hated him, not for a single second, but my anger and his guilt divided us. I wasn’t sure if we could ever get past his betrayal. But while the distance between us encompassed an ocean, his love for me—and mine for him—was a metaphorical bridge finally connecting the two islands of land. The construction was painstakingly slow, almost excruciatingly, but I can’t complain because it led us to this moment, this explosion of galaxies creating new life.
His lips leave mine to travel down my neck, just as desperate for me as I am for him. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there as I tilt my head up, granting him better access. White-hot fire cascades through my veins as his hands leave my ass and settle on my hips.
But while I love him sucking on my neck, I want his lips on mine again. We’re two magnets unable to resist the attraction, and as I pull at his short black hair, directing his face back to mine, I lose myself in him. In his spicy flavor and fresh pine scent, courtesy of the new body wash Zolroth purchased everyone.
My hands slide between us so I can put them beneath the soft fabric of his black shirt. Zolroth always bitches about Kas’s clothes, mainly because my vengeance demon prefers jeans and plain T-shirts over designer suits and or slacks like Zol and Van.
Kastros’s skin is warm beneath my wandering hands, and I swear my vagina weeps for joy when I run the tips of my fingers across every dip and cranny of his impressive and orgasm-inducing eight-pack. He’s definitely the largest of my guys, every inch of him pure muscle. His abs are so big that one of them hardly fits in the palm of my hands. It’s evident in his bulging biceps and larger than normal torso.
Filled with a sudden desperation, I pull his shirt up even more, and he obliges me, pulling away from our kiss to take his shirt off the rest of the way and revealing perfect bronze skin. Fuck, he’s a masterpiece. And he’s mine.
Can all the ladies give a woot woot?
Actually, don’t. That’s weird.
Unless you do it silently in your head. I don’t need a bunch of horny bitches screaming “woot woot” at the top of their lungs and scaring their poor husbands attempting to sleep next to them.
I focus back on Kas’s torso.I wanna lick it.
So I do.
Bending my head, I run my tongue across his naval, making sure to pay special attention to his abs. I’m going to name them all one day, you mark my words.
He growls, the noise so incredibly sexy that I whimper, before tightening his fingers in my pink hair. Moving to my hands and knees, I run my tongue around first one of his nipples and then the other, alternating between the two until they’re sharp points.
With his fingers still in my hair, he guides my head up before releasing me and signing,You’re so sexy.
His own head ducks, his lips clasping around my nipple through my battle-scarred white blouse and bra. My hands seem to have a life of their own, unable to sit still, and they tangle in his hair the way he did mine as he sucks harder.
When he backs up, I cry at the loss of contact, but Kastros doesn’t disappoint me, my sexy, possessive caveman.
In a move I would normally assume would come from Raz or even Akor, he rips my shirt down the middle—fuck, I’m running out of uniform shirts at this rate—and all but shoves it off my shoulders and tosses it on the floor. He then pulls down the cups of my bra until my tits spring free, my nipples already beaded nubs.
He leans forward and devours them like he can’t get enough of my taste, and I close my eyes, allowing my head to fall back in bliss.
I missed him.
Missed this…though I didn’t even realize how amazing “this” would be until now. I didn’t even know thatthiswas a possibility.
He moves his hands back down to my ass, underneath my pleated uniform skirt, and begins to knead my cheeks through my lace panties. I gasp breathily at the dual stimulation.
In a sudden move, he releases me, shifting us both until I’m forced onto my back and he hovers over me. His dark eyes, hooded with lust and love, travel from my breasts down to where my skirt has risen up, revealing my soaking pink panties. He makes a grunt of masculine approval before ripping down the middle of my bra, just as he did my shirt. I want to complain—I mean, come the fuck on, bras are expensive as shit—but his lips are already making a fiery pathway down my stomach.
He pauses, repositioning himself so he’s on his knees on the ground before me, and then grabs my legs, pulling me down the comforter until my ass is near the edge of the bed.
