Page 75 of The Demon Court

No, not the bed. The mirror.

The cold glass hit her spine, making her arch into him with a hiss of surprise. And then her breasts were pressed against his chest, cushioned by all that hard plane of muscle, and it made her mind scramble.

He leaned down, and she closed her eyes, ready for the kiss that would sear her very soul. Except he didn’t kiss her. He whispered against her mouth, “Why now?”

“Does it matter?”

“More than you think.”

Because she had no choice. Because she wanted to fuck him, and she didn’t at the same time. Because she was ready and not and if she didn’t do this, then she feared what else would happen, so why was he overthinking this?

Selene couldn’t say any of that. Instead, she looked up into his eyes and she cracked that icy lake inside her mind wide open.

Weeks of lust, desire, passion, and need flooded out through her body. It filled the room, and she funneled it all toward him.

The cords of his neck suddenly stood out in stark relief. He stiffened against her, then let out another groan that echoed in the bed chamber. Lust leaned into her then, his lips against her neck as he rolled his hips against hers.

She felt him rub against her core and the sizzle of heat that spiked through her body promised an orgasm that would change her life. Breathing heavily, she couldn’t think of anything other than the size of that cock and what he was going to do to her.

One last thing. One last attempt to make sure he wouldn’t say no.

Selene grabbed the back of his neck, tugging him so he had to look her in the eye while he drowned in weeks of her lust all at once. She dragged her mouth against his, nipped his bottom lip, and whispered, “I want you.”

The look in his eyes when he pulled back was... soft. Like she’d said something that no one else ever had before.

“You really do, don’t you?” he murmured, before drawing her back to his lips.

She sighed into him and felt herself crack open yet again. For all that she’d prepared to build a wall between them, she had forgotten how he’d already wiggled into her heart.

ChapterTwenty-Five

He had a very hard time believing she wanted this. Selene had argued from the moment she’d stepped through his doors that she had no intent on sleeping with him. Or even looking at him, really. Or anything else that even remotely seemed close to this.

But she kissed like she wanted him. He could taste it, feel it swirling all around them and sinking into his skin until he could think of nothing else. She kissed like she’d been denying herself for too long and all those walls had crumbled.

He groaned into her mouth. How long had it been since someone set him on fire just from a kiss? Sex had become rather clinical in the last few centuries. He knew every spot of a woman to touch, every nerve ending to stroke, every soft place to grab that made them all squirm in his arms. But with her, it didn’t matter how much he knew.

Lust wanted to know what made her make those little sighs. Maybe it was the same spot or touch as countless women, but he’d never heard her make those noises.

And then her hand touched his chest. Her delicate fingers stroked his skin, and he nearly came apart. She’d never touched him like this before. Never even suggested she wanted to.

He should have known this the evening she’d helped him out of his clothing and she’d followed the red welt down his back. That moment had been... sublime. For both of them.

She dug her nails into his chest and drew them down. Hard. Hard enough that he leaned back with a hiss, at the same time, a flare of desire shot up from the base of his spine.

He hardened, painfully, staring down at those half-lidded eyes that lazily looked back. “You said you liked a little pain,” she whispered. “I’d rather give these to you than that stupid corset.”

“It’s not stupid,” he growled, cupping the back of her neck and bending her spine until she was trapped between his body and the mirror. “Some people think it’s fashionable.”

“Then I think they’re stupid, too.”

He put his hand over hers, keeping their gazes locked together as he dragged her nails down his chest. “Do it again.”

The low hum in the depths of her throat made his cock jerk in his pants and he realized he was dangerously close to coming already. How did she do that? It took him hours to find his release these days, and she’d turned him into a newly changed spirit who had never had a woman touch him. She was nothing special, he told himself, even as he licked his way up her throat. Nothing special, but she turned him inside out.

Perhaps it was the waves of lust that rolled between them. Lust that she swore she didn’t feel for him, and yet now he couldn’t think through the haze of her desire. It flavored his tongue, but he didn’t want to taste her lust. He wanted to taste her.

Lust leaned down to kiss her, clinging to her lips with his, before he wrenched them away with a snarl. “If we do this, there is no going back.”

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