Page 26 of An Unexpected Ascension
“Ah,so you didn’t wait until Prom. You can never trust anyone with a cock.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand at the teasing voice as it rolls over every inch of the cave and settles in my sternum. I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew the risk.
I glower at the demon as he comes up beside me and drops to the floor. I pretend I don’t see the way the leather sleeve of his jacket grows taught with movement as his muscles swell to support his weight while leaning back. Then, with all the arrogance in this world, he straightens his legs before him and crosses his ankles, looking mighty comfortable.
“Nope. No. What are you doing here?”
He pats his chest. “That tug, remember?”
“Ugh! Can’t I get some privacy? If you’re not here to drag me toHell, then leave me be please. I’d like to cure some of this boredom. I’m going insane.”
He snickers. “What a way to do it, huh? There’s nothing like losing your virginity.”
I can feel a growl churning low in my throat, ready to burst its way out.
“But surely you have better memories.”
“Not doing this.” I cross my arms and wait for him to leave.
Only, he doesn’t. Instead, he nods his head towards the wall of water.
When I look, I realize it’s not my memory. No, it can’t be because the man in the scene is entirely covered by black ink. Every inch of him. Suddenly, my mouth dries.
His artful hand skims down a glistening torso, trailing over ribs and down the belly of a beautiful and very naked woman. Before those fingers dip between her thighs, I turn away.
“I didn’t ask for that.”
“Thought I would share. Your turn.”
I scoff. “You’re insane.”
In the corner of my eye, his memory is still playing. The cave fills with little pants and moans, bouncing off the walls and landing directly in my ears. The noises soon grow into cries of pleasure and then a masculine grunt forces a blush to my face.
Frustrated and embarrassingly flustered, I push myself to stand, but his hand grasps mine. The contrast is mesmerizing between us. The stark black ink swirling in patterns around each finger, climbing up over his wrist and disappearing into the sleeve of his jacket against the clean, pale skin of my own.
“Okay, okay. It’s gone.”
Looking over, I find he’s telling the truth. Nothing but water glistens back at me.
“Sit? Please?”
Reluctantly, I give in to his request. Not because he asked nicely, but because I’m intrigued as to what he wants and why he’s here. Ifhe’s looking for a friend, I’ll have to break it to him that he’s so out of luck.
There’s a brief moment that lingers in time where I allow my eyes to study his face. I start with the slope of his straight nose, fighting the urge to run my finger down it. Then drop my gaze to his full lips and a jaw that’s shadowed with day old stubble, perfectly trimmed and cut to perfection. His tattooed hand catches my attention again as it combs through his dark hair, which finally brings me to land on those roiling blue eyes. Eyes the color of navy, of the ocean’s depth, of midnight skies back on Earth.
As I drink him in, I find the demon doing the same. Only, where my stare ends with his eyes, his settles on my lips.
“What are you looking at?” I whisper.
And instead of answering me, he asks, “Don’t you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
Lifting his fingers, he drags the backs of them along my thigh. Slowly. From the hem of my shorts down to my knee. I shudder at the sensation and fight the way my eyes want to respond with a flutter.
“Human contact. The tickle in your core at the subtle touch of another or perhaps a quick fuck to satiate that starvation between your thighs?”
My skin pebbles when his fingers trail back up and he doesn’t miss the way my body reacts. I swallow, anxiety a ball of nerves festering in the pit of my stomach.
