“No.” I enveloped her neck with my hand and dragged her down to claim her luscious mouth. “You’re the only woman for me from now on and the only one I’ve ever desired kissing.”
Sparks flickered from the tips of her fingers again. “Really?”
“Yes.” I grabbed her hand, holding it against my stomach to stop her stroking as I resisted rolling her over and sinking my fangs into her shoulder to pin her as I took her again. “It’s too soon for you. Tomorrow.”
She sighed in disappointment, but she dropped her chin to my chest again and rested her hand there. “How can you be so sure I’m your only?”
I traced the marks on her neck, unable to suppress a smug smile of possession as I gazed at them. “This is one way. Demons do not bite another without staking a claim on them. Their instincts are against doing such a thing unless it is with their Chosen. This is another.” I took her hand and brushed her thumb over the fresh bead of semen forming on the head of my cock. She frowned in confusion as she stared at it before looking at me again. “Male demons don’t produce sperm until the first time they are with their Chosen. Then they produce it every time thereafter. There is no denying what you are, not to me anyway.”
I brushed my hand over the bite she’d left on my neck. “And you have also marked me.”
Her gaze fell on where she’d punctured my skin. “It had felt so… I just had to,” she finished.
“The demon in you did. It was instinctual. You also recognize me as yours.”
Her eyes flew to mine. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m surprised they’re not healing on you already. The revenirs marks on you healed so quickly.”
“The marks of a Chosen take longer to heal. They do eventually fade, but a demon marks their Chosen on a near daily basis. It is believed a combination of our saliva mixing with our Chosen’s flesh keeps the marks open for longer.”
“Why do they take longer to heal?”
“So they can be seen by all,” I replied.
“So there is something demonic in my saliva too?”
I couldn’t help but grin at her. “I’d say when it comes to your Chosen, you are very demonic.” I pulled her forward to kiss her. She looked dazed, but smiled seductively when I released her.
“So if male demons don’t produce sperm, what about female demons? What happens with them when they find their Chosen?” she asked.
“Both sexes can enjoy sex with another before finding their Chosen.”
Her eyes darkened, and her fingers dug into my chest. Perhaps there was far more demon within her than I’d realized as I recognized the possessiveness burning in her eyes.
“Not as much as they do with their Chosen.Nowhere near as much.” I’d never experienced anything like what had just transpired between us, and it had altered me in some way I didn’t fully understand. As soon as I thought she was ready, I would be inside her again. “I’d heard sex was more pleasurable with one’s Chosen, but I’d never imagined howmuchmore until you.”
“You don’t have to say that,” she murmured.
“I’m saying it because I mean it.” Drawing her mouth close for another kiss, I ran my tongue over her swollen lips before tearing myself away. “I’ve never experienced anything like what just transpired between us.”
“Neither have I,” she said in a breathy whisper that had me shooting rock hard again. “Back to female demons.”
“The females do not produce eggs until they meet their Chosen. Their cycles are far different from humans as they only produce an egg once every ten to fifteen years. It is rare for a female to conceive. However, a male demon can always scent when his mate is fertile, and they often stay cloistered for the entire month of her fertile cycle.”
She released a harsh breath. “A whole month?”
I felt the increased beat of her heart as her fingers traced over my chest, and her gaze fell onto my lips. Her growing excitement beat against me. She was going to test the boundaries of my self-restraint to its very limits before this night was over.
“Yes.”
“So, Lucifer must have been in some kind of mortal stage when he conceived a child,” she said.
“Yes. As far as I know, there is no sex or reproduction for angels.”
“I see. Well, I can say I have been perfectly normal for a human when it comes to reproduction, as far as I know. I got my period when I was thirteen and get it every month like clockwork. I had it last week.” I ran my fingers through her hair as she spoke. “Can I get pregnant by you?”
My hand stilled on her as I realized what I could have done by spilling within her. I’d never considered having a child before. With the rare times my ancestors had found their Chosen, I had never expected to find mine. All I’d sought was to claim my throne.
Now, the idea of having a child was before me and the idea of it being with River caused a strange longing in my chest. However, such a thing at this time could prove disastrous to all of us.
