Page 22 of Eat, Slay, Love

I obey, relishing in the power that has this man so preternaturally still, tense, the string of an instrument pulled tight and ready to snap. “You too,” I ask him. “I want to watch.”

Eyes flashing, he reaches behind his neck and drags his shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside like an afterthought. The sight of him hits me square in the gut—broad shoulders, a carved chest, abs that stop just shy of absurd and land firmly in lethal. Ripped in a way that looks less gym membership and more immortal anatomy. “Take me out,” he orders. “Use that mess between your legs to get me nice and hard.”

I reach for the hem of his sweatpants and tug it down, hooking the elastic under his balls, and now I’m definitely sure there are hearts in my eyes.

“Go on,” he murmurs. “Make it wet.”

I reach down and palm a handful of where I’m soaked and use it to stroke the length of him. Once, then twice.

The groan he lets out is unearthly. He takes a step back and takes over, taking himself in his hand, thick and long.

I almost fall over.

“Like what you see?” he jokes.

A little too much, I think. I’m embarrassingly wet and shockingly close.

“Left hand on your nipple. Pinch it—yeah, just like that,” he instructs, his arm leisurely pumping. “Right hand circle your clit. Good. Slower.”

I make an embarrassing noise. “Squeeze yourself tighter,” I implore him. “I want to see you lose control.”

“Baby, not sure you could take that.” His knuckles turn white as he follows my directions. The head of him flushes a deep red.

“Baby, I just slayed a demon,” I remind him, my middle finger dipping in and circling again. His nostrils flare. “I can handle half of one.”

He laughs without humor. “Lean back on one hand,” he orders. “Spread your knees. Spread yourself with your fingers and show me the tight little thing I’m about to destroy.”

Making a ‘v’ of my fingers, I do, and Jonah loses his mind.

“You’re driving me insane,” he groans. Still working himself with his hand, gaze hot and laser-focused between my legs, he rages on. “In the twenty-four hours I’ve known you, you’ve tried to kill me twice, saved my life, and almost died in the process. And now I’m looking at that pretty pink pussy and thinking it belongs to me. What the hell is wrong with me?”

I lie all the way back to the ground and spread even wider. “Punish me, then.”

“Brat,” he growls, and with supernatural speed, he’s suddenly on top of me, one hand around my throat, the other hand aligning his shaft to my entrance. My cunt parts like silk around the hot, broad head of him. “Word?” he grunts.

“Red,” I breathe, and he crams himself in.

My moan stretches long and helpless as his answering groan rolls up from somewhere deep and dangerous.

“Fuck,” I cry, at the same time he drops his head and slurs, “Mayari,” into my neck.

He lets me adjust to the size of him before he starts to move, tight and controlled, rhythmic, short thrusts. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?” he pants over me, throwing my leg over his shoulder and turning his head to drop a kiss on my calf.

The spot he’s currently hitting has all my magic dancing across my nerve endings, so it takes me a moment to answer. “Because I’m fucking delightful.”

“That, and more,” he agrees. His eyes and hands roam all over my body while he rides my pussy. “What’s happening?”

“I’m getting the best dicking down of my l⁠—”

“No,” he says with a chuckle, adjusting his knees so he can toss both my legs over his shoulders. He angles his head down to watch where he moves in and out of me, possessed, for a moment, before speaking again. “I feel something radiating off of you. Like energy. Is that your magic?”

I try with all my might to focus, but there’s a new spot he’s rubbing that no one has ever found. “I think so. It feels like it’s dancing. All over. Through my limbs.”

“Hmm,” he says. “Have you ever tried to redirect it? Move it?”

“No,” I say, but I have. I did with the blond demon. I redirected energy into my hands and pushed it out. “Maybe.”

“Try,” Jonah presses. He stops moving and leans his massive torso over me, folding me in half. “Try to shift it right here,” he says, gently pinching and rolling my nipple between two fingers.