Page 55 of The Incubus's Angel
I swallow as Ren turns the sign toClosedand stalks toward me with purposeful steps, a fierce hunger burning in his eyes. My heart beats with wild anticipation and I squeeze my thighs together for a little bit of friction against my aching clit.
Grasping at a random straw for a semblance of control, I blurt out, “When did you start wearing your glasses again?”
Ren rounds the counter and crowds me against it. “Doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t?” My voice is breathy, my body thrumming at the intensity in his gaze.
Closing his hands around my waist, Ren lifts me onto the counter behind me. “No. The only thing I care about right now is that I can sense how desperate you are for my touch and I need to do something about it before I lose my mind.”
“Wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I tease, but the huskiness in my voice betrays just how turned on I am.
Ren moves one hand to the back of my neck and tilts my face up to his wolfish gaze. “I’m starving for you, Maisie.”
“Please,” I whine breathily, gripping the fabric at his waist.
Ren’s other hand moves up my thigh, dragging my dress higher, his eyes never straying from mine. “I’ve tried to give youspace for this important event, but you’ve occupied every single one of my thoughts every second of every day.”
“You have?” I pant, shifting my hips closer to him. “I have?”
His fingers dig gloriously into my flesh. “I’m desperate for you, Maisie. I need you.”
I slip my hands under his hoodie and hold on to him. “Whatever you want, whatever you need, it’s yours. I’m yours.”
Ren’s breaths are shallow as he grits out, “I want your cunt. Right now. I want to lick every drop of arousal from you. I want to feel you come on my tongue, and on my fingers. Then, we’re going to the party so everyone can enjoy the beautiful cake you made. And after, I’m taking you home and I’m fucking you with my cock. All night long,” he enunciates clearly.
Mouth dry and blood coursing straight to my pussy, I’m already nodding before he’s finished. “Yes. To all of it.”
And like he just needed to prove that my panties could in fact get wetter, Ren growls, “Take my hoodie off, Maisie. I don’t want it to get in the way of me enjoying my meal.”
My shaky fingers fumble with his hem, my clit aching for his touch. I’m already whimpering, on the edge of begging him to just start touching me now.
Sensing I’m going to take too long, Ren takes over and strips off his hoodie in one swift motion before tossing it to the side and stepping between my spread legs.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say huskily, my hands automatically reaching out to map him.
Dressed in only his black sleeveless undershirt, he looks more delectable than the last time I saw him like this.Smooth red skin over toned muscles, rippling abs pressed against tight fabric, and a gaze so scorching I fear he might melt me.
I swallow back my drool and squirm on the counter, searching for any kind of friction.
“Oh, angel,” Ren growls, rolling his hips against me, his hard length pressing right where I need him.
A whimper climbs up my throat and I lock my legs around his waist.
He leans down and takes my jaw in one hand, opening my mouth for him. Ren grunts possessively before licking into my mouth in the most deliciously filthy way that has my insides all gooey for him.
Once upon a time, I thought I was giving Ren lessons, but I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve never had my body overtaken by someone in this way.
I’m consumed by Ren, possessed.
My fingers claw at him for more, his arms, his back, his hair, his horns, as I writhe desperately on the counter.
Ren wrenches his mouth away from mine, but goes back for one hard kiss again before he sinks down to his knees in front of me.
“You’re going to have to be very good for me, angel. No one can see me down here, so we’re going to pretend you’re just sitting on the counter, taking a break. We don’t want anyone to interrupt us, do we? And I sure as fuck don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”
“I can be good. I promise,” I choke out, my entire body strung so tight I’m afraid I might snap soon.
Ren smiles approvingly and moves his glasses higher up his nose as he sits back on his heels to stare up at me. His expression morphs into something lethal when he sees the state of my underwear. “Oh, my. These panties are drenched. Is that all for me, angel?”
