Page 15 of His Infernal Purr
I hold still, allowing him to adjust, fighting against the primal urge to claim and take. “Okay?”
“More than okay,” he assures me, rolling his hips experimentally and drawing a groan from both of us. “Definitely more than okay.”
I begin to move, establishing a rhythm that has him clinging to my shoulders, head thrown back in abandon. My wings curve forward instinctively, creating a cocoon around us, shuttingout the world until there’s nothing but Finn and the pleasure building between us.
“You’re magnificent,” I tell him, the words escaping without conscious thought. “So perfect.”
He opens his eyes, meeting my gaze with surprising intensity despite his pleasure. “So are you,” he pants. “Your eyes—they’re glowing.”
I hadn’t realized, but I can feel the heat behind them now—my demonic nature responding to the intensity of the moment.
“Does that frighten you?” I ask, slowing my movements.
“No,” he replies immediately, hands tightening on my shoulders. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful like this.”
His words break something open inside me—some barrier I didn’t know existed. I capture his mouth in a desperate kiss as I increase the pace, driving us both toward completion.
“Morax,” he gasps against my lips, “I’m close—I’m—”
“Yes,” I growl, wrapping a hand around him to stroke in time with my thrusts. “Let me see you.”
His release hits him with stunning force, body arching, face transformed with pleasure as he cries out my name. The sight of him undone, combined with the rhythmic tightening around me, triggers my own climax—a wave of pleasure so intense my wings flare fully extended, knocking a lamp off the nightstand with a crash neither of us notices.
In the aftermath, we lie tangled together, his head on my chest, my wings draped around us like a blanket. His breathing gradually slows, one hand idly tracing patterns on my skin.
“That was…” he begins, then stops, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Acceptable?” I suggest again, unable to resist.
He laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “I was going to say ‘mind-blowing’ or ‘earth-shattering’ or ‘supernatural in the best possible way,’ but sure, ‘acceptable’ works too.”
I tighten my arm around him, something protective and possessive stirring within me. “Next time will be even better.”
“There’s a ‘better’ than that?” he asks incredulously.
“I have many talents you’ve yet to experience,” I inform him with appropriate demonic arrogance.
He props himself up on an elbow to look at me, his expression suddenly serious despite his tousled hair and flushed cheeks. “So there will be a next time? This wasn’t just a one-night thing to satisfy your curiosity about humans?”
The vulnerability in his question catches me off guard. “Is that what you thought this was?”
He shrugs, looking away. “I don’t know. You’re a Duke of Hell. I’m just a veterinarian with too many bills and a talent for finding weird strays. Doesn’t exactly seem like a long-term match.”
I reach up to turn his face back to mine, holding his gaze steadily. “Finn Hughes, I did not engage in elaborate courtship rituals and risk federal imprisonment for a ‘one-night thing.’ My intentions are… considerably more substantial.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” I pull him down for a gentle kiss. “Though I can’t promise I won’t continue to steal inappropriate gifts to demonstrate my affection.”
He groans, dropping his head to my chest. “Please don’t. I can’t bail you out of supernatural jail.”
“I would never be caught,” I assure him haughtily.
“That’s not the point,” he mumbles against my skin, but I can feel him smiling.
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, his heartbeat steady against mine, my wings occasionally twitching in contentment.
“Morax?” he says softly, already sounding half-asleep.
