Page 18 of Surrendering Hope (The Hope Legacy)

He frowns. “Who’s Ant?”

“My demon contact.”

He grabs my chin. “I’ve been gone a few days and you start mixing with demons?”

I shrug. “Desperate times, desperate measures. He’s close to Lucifer, who also wants to get rid of whatever is inside you.”

“By the gods, you’ve formed an alliance with the devil. You will cease working with him now. We cannot trust Lucifer. He is the King of Hell for a reason; he’s charming, manipulative, cunning, and will use you for his own end.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Your description seems reminiscent of someone else when I first met him.”

“And look where that led you,” he says, grinding into me again.

My legs wrap around his waist, holding him to me. “Enough talk, dream you is too judgmental. I will use every resource at my disposal to get you back.”

He drops my wrists, grabs my hips and flips me over to my stomach. He puts his lips on the curve of my back, causing little jolts of electricity to shoot down my spine. His hands caress my hips, before he peels his boxer briefs from my body, giving my ass little nips which make my breathing pick up speed. “Don’t torture me, Archan, please.” A hand wraps around my stomach. He draws me up onto my hands and knees and pushes my legs further apart.

“Please what?” he whispers against my ear as his fingers explore my core. My hips move shamelessly.

“Please, fuck me.”

He chuckles. “Your begging needs some work.”

“That’s all you’re getting, take it or leave it,” I snap.

“Take it,” he mumbles, sliding a finger inside me, making me gasp and moan. “Open your legs wider, Natia,” he says. Pushing my inner thighs further apart, I comply and I’m rewarded with a long lick along my folds.

“God, yes,” I mutter, as my legs shake with need.

With a firm hand on my neck, he pushes my face down to lie on the furs. He grabs both of my hands and twists them to my back. Pressure on the base of my spine causes me to arch my back, giving him greater access to my core. His tongue delves deeper and the beginning of a climax makes me squirm.

“Don’t stop,” I plead as he chuckles and draws back. I twist my head to glare at him.

“I prefer to feel you coming all over my cock,” he grins as he slides himself against me.

“I know you love to drive me in-” He slams into me, causing me to hitch in a breath and my core to spasm, I’m hanging on the precipice. I wriggle my trapped hands to get purchase to move, the smallest movement will tip me over. My breathing speeds up, and body flushes. I’ve never been on the edge for so long. Seconds feel like hours before he slides out and slams back into me in perfect timing to keep me chasing my pleasure. He repeats this until it becomes almost painful and I’m panting with need.

His hand comes around my throat and with a firm grip on my wrists, he draws me up so my back is flush with his hot chest. He releases my wrists, and his hand travels to caress my breasts, but he doesn’t move inside me. I tighten my inner muscles trying to force the climax. He twists my head to his. “Don’t you dare come,” he growls against my lips. Why the hell am I doing this to myself?

He thrusts several times, slow enough that the building pressure has me almost crying. “Being in you is pure heaven,” he whispers.

“Pure heaven is you giving me what I need, now,” I whisper-yell, clenching around him in desperation. His grip tightens around my throat in warning.

“You will come when I say, and not before,” he commands.

“Bossy asshole,” I grin as his eyes flash. Oops, don’t think that’s going to get me what I want. Fine, I’ll help myself. My hand glides lower, he grabs my wrist.

“Naughty girl,” he mumbles, his voice gruff. A wicked smile crosses my lips. My free hand wraps around my breast, his gaze lowers, watching me as I roll my nipple between my fingers, bringing it to a hard point. I repeat the process with the other, little ripples of pleasure zap to my core, my head tips back to rest on his shoulder. He throbs inside of me. It’s sweet torture. I release my breast and reach back to grab his hair and drag his lips to mine, need and frustration pouring from me like a tsunami. He grunts into my mouth and jerks his hips as he loses control. His hand skims across my stomach before he reaches my core. He circles my sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, and pinches it. My spine arches as spasms of pleasure and pain spread to my fingers and toes, and my nerves light up in an explosion. He keeps me pinned to him as he jerks his hips faster, extending my climax and sending me spiraling into a second one, which triggers his own release with a roar of completion against my mouth.

Breathing hard, he pulls me to the side and twists to lay me next to the log fire, keeping us joined with his leg slung over mine. His lips touch my shoulder and neck with butterfly kisses.

I glance around the room, noting the copious wood. Cotton wool snow drifts in the dark against the windows. “Where are we?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at his twinkling eyes.

“A log cabin, somewhere in the Alps.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve been reading my journal again.”

He grins. “No, I read it once and memorized it.”

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