Page 7 of Ex-Mas
Me too.
Forever Christmas may have driven me insane, but it’s nothing compared to how I felt when I thought I’d never touch her again. I can’t deny that I still want her, but as that fucking song loops around and begins playing again, I remember where we are and how we got here.
My hand falls to her hip. Demon or not, I’m still weak when it comes to this. Toher. I won’t fuck her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with my new toy. Playing is the only thing keeping my sanity in place. “Did you think of me when they fucked you?”
I lower myself so she can feel how hard I am for her, how much damage I could do if I chose. It’s not just fear in her eyes anymore, though. It’s lust too.
“No. I might’ve gotten off if I had.”
I scrape my teeth against her pulse point, relishing the way it makes her breathing hitch. Maybe she hates me too. Maybe she wishes she could disappear and never see me again, but right now? She wants me inside of her.
Are her toes curling the way they used to? Will she whimper the way she did when I’d tug her nipple between my teeth? Will she scream my name as she comes in that way that always shoves me right toward the edge?
I don’t want to wait to find out.
I grind myself into her again, telling myself it’s okay to lose this battle. Just for a little while, just to prove a point.
“Adrian,” she gasps, struggling against my grip on her arms as her legs wrap around me. “What are you doing?”
WhatamI doing?
That’s a question for sane men, not demons who’ve lost their mind a hundred times over. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, and yet I can’t stop my body from wanting to become one with hers.
She’s mine. She’s always been mine, and now that I have her in reach again, I never want to stop touching her. “Say my name again.”
It’s been so long since I’ve heard it. No one calls me Adrian here in Hell — they call me Christmas just to piss me off — but hearing my name fall from her lips as I can smell her arousal makes me forget everything else.
“Adrian,” she repeats, breathless and wide-eyed. “You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I practically growl, my cock pulsing against her pussy like it’s trying to rip through our clothes. The funny thing is, it can. It can do whatever I want it to, but I’m too frustrated to think clearly. “Do you want me, too?”
I need to stop talking, but the look in her eyes has me captive.
“I’m scared, Ade. Can we wait?”
“Just... say it,” I breathe. “Admit you want me too.”
“I never stopped. I was never mad at you, never hated you. I had my future stolen from me that night just like you did.”
Fuck.
I press my forehead against hers and grind again, losing the battle inside completely at her words. “Then let me have you, Lysandra. You know I’ll take good care of you.”
She huffs like she’s not sure anymore, but her legs tighten around me. “I guess, since you’re practically begging for it.”
Still a little shit.
Chuckling, I make our clothes disappear in a blink and stare down at her body, her nipple bars begging for my teeth so desperately, I cave and give them a tug. “Begging? I think I need to teach you what begging means.”
“That’s okay, I quit trying to learn useless skills years ago.” Yet as she realizes that I have no intention to stop, her heart skips a beat. I can hear it. “Adrian, don’t hurt me, okay? Whatever is in the contract, I’ll do it. But I cannot die listening to this fucking song on repeat.”
“I did.” Pulling back, I rise to my knees and stare down at her, rope now restraining each of her limbs as I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke. “Fuck, you’re still just asbeautiful as the night I met you. Maybe even more.”
Her pussy is shining like a fucking beacon for my cock, but now there’s palpable terror coming off of her. She really thinks I’m going to kill her right here, right now, just like this.
“Is that another joke about my age?”
“Nah. Not this time.”
