Page 69 of An Unexpected Ascension
In proof, he pushes his pelvis into me, that hardness rubbing right below my belly.
“Don’t mistake my lust for like. It’s been a while since a woman last graced these halls.”
With a pinch to my lower lip, he tugs, pulling my face to his. His tongue sweeps the inside of my mouth, over my tongue, nearing my throat before he lets go of my lip, finally sealing the kiss. That hand sneaks to the back of my head as he presses me into him. In wide, aggressive mouthfuls, he devours me, consumes me.
A tang of copper splashes along my tastebuds, the split in his lip flavoring our animalistic dance.
There’s no confusion to what he tells me in this moment. Lust and hate are dominant, driven by every sting of flesh his teeth set forth, every groan and ache between us.
That blistering heat swells and festers inside of me, my lower belly aching and yearning for more. My mind screams at me that this is all wrong, that I’m weak, but I cannot stop.
“Do you hurt, Angel? Does the throbbing between your thighs scream for relief?”
I nod as he pulls away, eyes roving over me. The flush in his face has traveled to his neck, his body still pressed deeply into mine. The very air around him exudes a fierce carnality, stealing the breath right from my lungs.
“Then let me show you torment.”
In a sharp instant, the heat warming my body vanishes. Another arrogant smirk cuts across his cruel face as the distance between us grows. With a taunting swagger, Hermes spins on his heels to leave me in the hall panting like a lovesick fool.
“Ugh!” I growl after him. “That’s the last time you’ll touch me, demon!”
He halts, pivoting to face me again. “Well, aren’t you cute? Too bad looks pay very little here in Hell.” He pauses a brief moment, thencontinues, “Cashing in that favor I provided you earlier. Either you can drop to your knees and do the only thing that mouth is good for, or you’ll wake when the sun bleeds the brightest shade of red and scrub every inch of these floors.”
My brows dip. “This place doesn’t even need to be cleaned!”
“It’s the manor floors or—” He gestures between his legs.
He chuckles, and I press myself into the hallway wall for support. With my arms crossed over my chest, he saunters off, leaving me to starve.
The hunger in my core pulsates, an internal bleating for being deprived, teased so thoroughly and then neglected. It takes me a long heartbeat to pull myself together, to settle the fluttering in my belly and the desperate ache between my thighs before I can find my room again.
Exhaustion hits hard like a wave washing over me, but sleep doesn’t come for hours.
Chapter 23
The Demon
“Rough night?”
I merely glower at the God of Hell beneath sunken brows, my head hanging between my shoulders, elbows heavy against my knees.
For a century now, the war room has been my solitude. Strategy comes easy here, my focus never wavering. Yet, tonight, nothing seems to get my head right.
“I don’t like to punish, you know this. I least of all like to punish you, but you push and push me to my wits end, Lynx. I cannot help but to set you straight. To insult me, then dismiss me in front of an angel? You mustn’t cross that line again. It’s you and me against the Gods, we are to be united, Lynx. You cannot turn on me like that. Do you understand?”
I choke down the urge to curse him, instead opting for a subtle nod.
Leaning back in my chair, I face Lucifer as he stands erect, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. It takes all of a second for his eyes to narrow after a quick assessment of my state.
“You’re a bloody mess.” He notes. “And half aroused.”
Blocking the smile fighting its way on my face, I swipe my hand over my jaw eliciting an eye roll from the Devil. Pulling out a chair across from me, he lowers himself into it.
“You told her I might not hate her as much as I think I do. Is that how you truly feel?” I bring myself to ask.
He shrugs, hands folded, lain on the table.
“You mustn't hate her fully. You’ve clearly succumbed to your curiosities.”
