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He couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t fight the drive to take her this way. It wasn’t simply about the promise he’d just made her, or even about the years of pent-up need now escaping his system. It was the frustration he felt at being held at an emotional distance.
She had too many walls between them, too many boundaries. She might have acknowledged him as her anchor, but she hadn’t properly acknowledged just what place that gave him in her life. He hated not feeling as important to her as she was to him. Time he could give her. But all this distance? No, that had to go.
Her hands balled up into fists, she arched into his thrusts, letting out these smoky fucking moans that squeezed his balls. “Levi.”
“You need to come already, don’t you?”
Her only response was a deep groan of assent. Moments later, she fractured beneath him. The force of her orgasm seemed to wrench at her spine, making it curve like a bow. She screamed, her inner muscles clenching him so goddamn tight.
Levi didn’t ease up on his thrusts. He kept on powering into her, focused on ravaging and destroying her so completely that all her barriers would drop; so completely that she’d feel mastered, owned, consumed.
She soon came again, violent tremors wracking her body. And that was when his demon decided it wanted its turn.
Piper hissed in pain as power grabbed a handful of her hair and snatched up her head just as the air cooled. Fucking ow. She saw then that Levi’s eyes had bled to black—his entity had taken the wheel. She swallowed at the sheer coldness in that inhuman gaze.
Moments earlier, she’d felt sapped of energy. Her orgasms—so intense and devastating—had pretty much drained her. But finding herself facing his demon snapped her back to full alertness. Her own entity stirred, watching it closely, liking the power it exuded.
“Yes, take a good, long look at who you belong to, little nightmare,” it said, its voice empty of emotion. “Accept that you are mine. His.”
She felt her brow crease. “I already have.”
“There is acknowledgment, and there is acceptance. You will give us both.”
She blinked as the invisible weight lifted from her wrists. “Is—”
The demon withdrew its cock, telekinetically flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her to her knees, and slammed back inside her.
The breath gusted out of her lungs. “Fuck.”
Power pressed down on the spot between her shoulder blades, holding her still. Then the demon was jackhammering into her, its thrusts so savage and animalistic and impersonal they were almost cruel. Perverse as it might be, she freaking loved it.
Levi had been rough, but there was something almost unnerving about how aggressively the demon pounded into her. Like it was poised on the brink of exploding into violence. Which her entity totally dug.
The demon’s hands slid under her body and grabbed her breasts. They weren’t gentle. Nor were the teeth that trailed bites along her upper back. The burning stings of pain pushed all kinds of hot buttons, and she soon came with yet another scream.
The entity didn’t stop. It kept on fucking in and out of her, even as she pretty much went limp in its grip. Sometimes Levi took over, but then the demon would be back. Both boldly rammed into her body like it was there purely for their use.
She hadn’t thought she could come again, but she did. The explosive orgasm wrecked her from the inside out, shattering her into a billion pieces, sending her defenses crumbling into rubble. It was only then that Levi slammed his cock home one last time and emptied himself inside her.
She slumped to the floor, shuddering and fighting for breath, her brain clapping out. She barely registered Levi rearranging them both so that he lay on his back with her inelegantly sprawled over his chest.
He traced the bumps of her spine with his fingertips. “No more distance.”
Her eyelids fluttered open as she remembered his demon’s words …
There is acknowledgment, and there is acceptance.
And Piper realized the entity was right. She hadn’t fully accepted either Levi or his demon into her life. Not in an emotional sense. She’d thought she had, but she’d been wrong.
It was one thing to temporarily hold back from the bond, it was another to hold her own anchor at an emotional arm’s length. “No more distance,” she agreed.
His hand gave her hip a little squeeze. “Good. And no freaking out because we had sex. We’re anchors, we’re adults, we enjoyed each other. Nothing wrong with that.”
She’d known plenty of psi-mates who’d slept together once. Sometimes only for comfort, sometimes out of an attraction they thought it dumb to spend the rest of their lives fighting when they could instead burn it out at the beginning. It hadn’t ruined their anchor relationship, because they hadn’t made a big deal out of it. She could be just as mature about this. She could.
