Page 7 of Where Demons Hide

“Tell me you’re naked under here,” he breathes against the back of my neck, making the tiny hairs there stand on end. His presence washes away my insecurities.

“Touch me and see.”

His hard cock throbs against my back, making my body arch into his. He reaches between my legs and spreads my thighs. Slowly. Deliberately. Purposefully. He guides the thick head of his erection along my soaking wet slit. Teasing. Taunting. Until I’m whimpering with need.

“Now, tell me what I want to hear,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that I feel all the way to my core.

I’ll tell him anything he wants if he’ll just bury his cock inside me right now.

“I want you.”

He rocks his hips back and forth. Every stroke along my slit gets me wetter. He digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips, stilling me and spreading me open with the tip of his cock. I’ve been waiting for his touch all day, and now I’m barely hanging on.

“I want to hear you say it. All of it.”

I bow my back, driving him in deeper, and his breath shudders. Mine does, too.

“Please, Callisto. I want you to fuck me.” I need it. I need to know he wants me as much as I crave him.

In one swift motion, he flips me onto my back, climbs between my legs and takes a handful of my hair in his fist. A combination of anger, sadness, and feral need flashes through his copper eyes when he looks down at me.

“You did exactly as I asked.” He brings his mouth to my neck. “My beautiful angel.” His teeth nip my skin. “My good and perfect girl.” Then, he shoves inside me, painful and quick. “No one touches you but me.”And there it is—everything I need.

“Just you.” I’m breathless. My hands clench the sheets as I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. Deeper.

He thrusts harder, forcing my head back when he pulls my hair. “You like that, angel? You like the way the devil fucks you?”

“Yes,” I moan, even though I have no idea what he means. I only know for whatever reason, he needs this. To take. To claim. Like a man possessed. My body is his sanctuary. He has demons to unleash, and I need this as much as he does.

He slows to long, steady strokes. The veins in his neck strain, like he’s holding himself together by scraps of control. His eyes squeeze closed and a growl rumbles in his chest. “Fuck, I don’t want to come. You feel too fucking good.”

He’s so incredibly sexy like this. Raw. Primal. Unhinged. I writhe underneath him. Ache for him. Clench my fingertips in his shoulderblades and pull him deeper. He might not want to come, but I need him to. I love seeing him break, feeling him throb inside of me.

I can’t wait anymore. It’s too much. The sensations, the emotions of the past couple of hours, the time and distance that no longer exist between us. My body trembles with the high of complete and utter pleasure. He slows to a near halt and peers down at me, his gaze dark and burning.

“Please,” I pant, my voice a ragged whisper.

“I fucking love it when you beg.”

And I love it when he makes me.

He shifts his weight, pushing my legs up and my knees to my chest, filling me. Wholly. Fully. Completely. His hard body grinds my clit and God, it feels good. Too good. I can’t stop it. The waves come crashing over me. My body trembles.

His body jerks as he drops his forehead against mine, holding still while he comes inside me. “I’m never fucking letting you go.”

I run my hands over his hair, down the nape of his neck. His skin is slick with sweat. His body still pulses inside mine. I bring my mouth to his and smile against his lips. “Good.”

He rolls off of me onto his back, then pulls my body to his. Curled up against him, wrapped in the security of his arms, that’s where I feel safest. This is where I feel home. The ragged tempo of his breathing slows to a steady, calming rhythm, but his heart still races in his chest. Like his mind hasn’t caught up with his body enough to leave him at peace.

I trace my fingertips along his jaw, and my heart breaks at how perfect he is. “Do you think I’m normal?”

He pulls me closer, naked skin against naked skin. “Not even close. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

He brushes his lips over the top of my head. “You should get some sleep.”

“Why?”

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