Page 73 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

I pushed myself away from her for a brief moment to take off the rest of my clothes and watch her reaction as she took me in. Everything about her intensified; her widened eyes, the dilated pupils, the spiked breathing and parted lips when I stroked up and down my dick. My name fell from her lips in a whisper, her gaze desperate as it flicked from my hand to my face and back again. It was a heady feeling to have a perfect creature like her look at you like you were a god.

I didn't know what I wanted to do first. I was desperate to experience what it felt like to be inside of her. At the same time though, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to kiss and bite my way over her entire body, worship every inch of the girl I'd been obsessing over.

My gaze flicked all over her face. ”What have you done to me? I can't decide whether you're an angel or a devil. All I know is that I want you with every piece of my soul."

Her lips trembled. "Stellan, please…," she whispered.

I began to kiss a path from her ankle up to her hip, taking a small break to pull down her shorts as I went. I growled as I made it to the apex of her thighs and realized that she wasn’t wearing underwear. I wasn’t going to think about why.

Nudging at her clit with my nose, I groaned and hardened to the point of pain from her scent and the gasp that filled the silence.

I teased her with my tongue, drawing out a soft cry before sliding up her body. We kissed then.

Finally.

Hard and deep, long strokes of my tongue against hers, and I demanded more.

I was frantic as I pulled off the rest of her clothes, taking small sips of her lips between every piece of clothing like I'd die without her taste. Her skin glowed under the light of the one lamp I had shining in the room. She was the most fucking gorgeous creation that I'd ever seen...even covered in blood. I made a mental note to ask her about that later.

“Beautiful.”

I wasn't sure how someone could be strong and perfectly soft all at the same time, but she was. Her body was every wet dream embodied. Curves. Breasts with tight pink tips and legs I wanted wrapped around my waist. Immediately.

Her thighs parted for me and I pressed down on her. I hovered over her mouth, our eyes locked together, and I just breathed her in.

I was a junkie, fresh out of rehab, who had just gotten my first hit. I rocked against the soft heat of her sex, pushing my dick against her clit until she was a squirming, writhing mess beneath me.

Aurora's gasp was loud when I dipped to take her nipple in my mouth, and I smiled, hoping her screams would fill the hallway and torture every fucker in this building who'd been dying for her.

I licked at her nipple before sucking on it. She pulled my hair, and gasped my name again. Each time she called my name it spurred my need to drown in her softness and bring about the insistent pleas that followed. I bit down, resisting the urge to make it hurt.

That could come...later.

Leaving her breast wet from my tongue and red and swollen from my teeth, I went back to her lips, desperate to have another hit.

"Say I can have you," I murmured, not sure why I was so insistent to get her permission now when I'd almost taken her just a few days ago without it.

"Yes. Take me. I'm yours," she responded, and I swore my heart skipped a fucking beat. I didn't know if I actually could have stopped at this point, not when I finally had her like this.

Everything sped up then, my pulse as my hand skimmed down her stomach, to her thighs, finally dipping into her perfect heat. She was dripping for me. I muffled her cry with my lips. Stroking deep lashes with her tongue, she clawed my back and I moaned at the bite of the pain. It felt like it was holding me here, taking the edge off the sorrow I held onto every day.

I pulled away so I could watch her tremble around my fingers.

“Come on, baby,” I hissed into the crook of her shoulder, looking at where we were joined. I'd fucked too many girls to count, but this was without a doubt the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, watching her come undone for me.

She was in her most raw, primal state, all the walls she kept up decimated in her search for pleasure.

Her skin was flushed with sweat now, her head thrown back as she arched into me. Then suddenly she was calling my name as her orgasm hit, and I fell, wondering if I'd ever find a way to come back from this.

I pulled my fingers out, and then my cock was pressing against her entrance. I should have gone slow. I believed her when she said she was a virgin. I should have savored the gift she was giving me.

But all I could think about was making her mine.

I pushed in hard and fast, and a soft scream pulled from her throat.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She was soft and tight, choking my dick. She moaned again, a lick of pain in the sound.

"Aurora," I whispered, and she squeezed her eyes closed for a second longer before finally opening up, a tear falling down her face that should have made me feel guilt, but only made me feel pride. Only I would ever have this moment. Only I would ever be her first.

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