Page 83 of Touched By Sin
When he fists my hair to keep me frozen, I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Fucking look at me!” Daemon jostles me, then pulls me in closer. His breath is hot on my lips, his anger stoking my own. “Look. At. Me.”
I reluctantly open my eyes, gasping when he dives down and kisses me hard. Our teeth clash, and our breaths become one as he drinks my moans from my lips like nectar.
My son is not meant for you.
I break away from Deamon’s kiss but barely manage a breath before his lips are back on mine, dragging me beneath his waves. I resurface, whispering, “Who are you meant for?”
The statement has bothered me ever since his father whispered the words in my ear like a taunting lullaby. The icy air frosts over, and Daemon turns to stone in my arms before slowly leaning back and flicking his eyes between mine. I hold my breath, scared of what he’s about to say. My hands fall away from his shirt when he turns around and walks away without another backward glance, the silvery moon reflecting off his inky, black hair and feathers.
I take chase, lifting my skirt off the damp ground. “Wait.”
He doesn’t. He keeps walking, his shoulders tense, the air crackling around him. I pull him to a stop, and when he wrenches his arm free and turns to walk, I round him, blocking his path. “Can you stop running away?”
The muscle in his jaw clenches, his eyes burning with flames while he tries his damnedest not to throttle me.
“Who are you meant for?”
“No one!”
“That’s not what your father told me.”
“He will tell you anything to secure his kingdom. If he can auction you off to his brother to secure the entirety of the kingdom, he will do it in a heartbeat.”
“That’s not true.”
“No?” He steps closer, tall and imposing. “What do you know about my father?”
“I’m still here with you, aren’t I?”
“For how long?”
My back connects with a tree trunk, and he wastes no time cornering me.
“I don’t understand why you’re so bothered, Daemon. They can only use me as a weapon against your father if you let them.”
“You don’t understand why I’m bothered?” There’s an indent in the skin between his eyebrows. “How can you say that shit?” Reaching up, he trails his calloused fingers down the column of my neck, over my racing pulse, and back up into my long hair. As he leans down, I push up on my tiptoes and we hover, lips brushing with every breath. “When you escaped Eden, you tilted my fucking world on its axis.”
“Don’t,” I whisper as he tightens his grip on my hair.
“Why not?”
I wet my bottom lip, and he snatches it up with his teeth.
“Tell me,” he breathes out.
Pulling him down to me by his neck and diving my tongue into his mouth, I tug on his soft, raven hair.Fuck,every time he kisses me, he chips away at my heart, collecting piece after piece.
He grabs my waist, hoisting me up against the tree and guiding my legs around his waist. Behind him, his wings erupt, blocking out the moon’s silver glow. I come alive, breathing him in with every swipe of my tongue. His calloused fingers drag up my thighs and pool my skirt around my waist before squeezing my ass and spreading me apart. He rocks against me until I break away from his lips, breathing heavily.
“I’m scared, Daemon,” I whisper.
“Good.” His scorching lips descend on my neck, kissing and nibbling. Then his mouth returns to mine to steal his name from my lips. With my hands buried in his raven hair, I freeze as he lowers his wing, and I catch a glimpse of the door behind him. He notices the shift in the air and blocks it out with his worried eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I tap him on the shoulder in a silent command to let me down, and he sets me on my feet, then follows my line of sight. “What are you looking at?“
“Can you not see that?” I whisper, slowly stepping toward the floating door.
