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I blink a few times, trying to break away from his gaze, but something about him grips me tightly, refusing to let me go. “I don’t know.”
His jaw tightens as he turns expressionless toward my response. I don’t know what he was expecting for me to say. It clearly wasn’t this.
“I never expected to...enjoy my life now as much as I do. Kase and Dante...Micah—”
“But Raven,” he says, cutting me off, filling his thoughts with assumptions. Closing his eyes, he inhales a breath through his nose. “You’re my soulmate.”
“And neither of us has control over our souls. Hell does. The devils do. That’s not something that will change for me. I’ve accepted it.” My voice comes out a whisper. “At least this way I don’t have to suffer. I mean, as long as you don’t go dying on me and I can finish this bullshit deal with Lucian.”
“Raven, I...” He falls silent for a moment, sharing airspace with me.
I wish with everything in me that he’d open his eyes and look at me. Let me try to read him. Having recollection of a life I can’t and am not sure I’ll ever truly know or understand sounds the worst. I know I’m the reason he fell from grace and gave his essence to me—and the knowledge is already nearly impossible to accept—I just don’t know how to handle all of this. A part of me knows that I shouldn’t allow myself so close. If I get too close, how the fuck will I end his life when the time comes? Fuck. Another much louder, selfish part of me wants to say screw it all to Hell—quite literally—and to embrace this flawed, reckless desire suddenly coursing through every fiber of my being. I mean, who in their right mind can look at their soulmate and resist such a connection? I’m not a believer in love at first sight but I’m too old to deny something so obvious and true in front of me. At least, according to my soul...and my horny-ass vagina. Why can’t she just be cool with the excellent, mind-blowing fucking she gets now? The greedy bitch. She’s a sin enough herself that she could rule her own kingdom in Hell.
“Raven, how will I live my eternity with you in the arms of others? This is my eternal punishment, isn’t it? God’s given my soulmate to others.” He’s no longer talking to me. I don’t think he’s talking to the Higher Power either. “I deserve this. To think I almost lost you because of my own greed and selfishness.”
“You were an asshole psycho,” I tease, smirking. Sliding my hand into his soft hair, I guide his face closer to mine.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, fluttering his lashes to gaze into my eyes. “I’m sorry for everything. For how we met. For nearly getting you and me killed. For thinking I could save you from the men you clearly don’t need saving from.”
“You don’t need to apologize. You had your reasons the same as I had mine. I’m just happy you’re not a dickhead anymore.” I wet my lips, turning my attention to his mouth.
“What about a psycho?” His voice lightens with his comment.
I release a breathless laugh. “You know I apparently have a thing for them.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to sacrifice virgins in your honor.” The corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. “I’ll do anything for another reminder of how sweet and soft your lips are. What they feel like against mine.”
“I prefer vengeance on twisted sickos, to be honest,” I say, “but maybe tomorrow. Right now, I think you deserve to get something you want as much as I do.”
Leaning in, I brush my lips to his, kissing him slowly, sensually, exploring and tasting his mouth. He slides his hand around my waist and pulls my body flush to his until our legs tangle and our pelvises meet, sending passion through my core. Our kiss sparks a dozen sensations across my body as if my soul remembers his closeness despite the absence of our past life in my mind. Before everything terrible that happened in this life, I would’ve slowed down, feeling his body awaken with desire. I would’ve eased away and smiled, saving the pent up desire for another time. My reserve would’ve forced me to make him wait for any sort of progression in a physical relationship.
But now?
I’m too damn old.
I don’t need to live by these self-imposed standards all set on the notion of maybe waiting is what I’m supposed to do. Some would call me easy, slutty, or a frustrating woman who can only think with what’s between my legs as if there is something wrong with enjoying all the fucking. Maybe that’s why I’m going to Hell. What the fuck ever. At least I’m having fun. I’m fully prepared to have all the sinful dick for eternity. That’s currently my idea of paradise.
And I’m ready to discover exactly what Elias and our bonded souls have in store.
Hooking my fingers to his shirt, I wait for him to ease up, so I can drag it over his head. I undress myself next, taking control of the moment. I’m not used to having this sort of power, taking whatever I want. Elias moans and caresses his fingers over my boob, playing with my nipple. I kiss him harder with the sensation and roll onto him, straddling his waist between my thighs. Rocking my hips, I grind on him, watching the lust sharpen his handsome features. Arching forward, I run my fingers over the edges of his chest tattoo. It’s my first time seeing the skull with wings, and I can’t help thinking how fitting it is. A barbell glints in the light, pierced through his nipple, and I graze my finger over it, wondering how sensitive it feels for him. His breathing quickens under my intensity, and I bite my lip and smile, bowing the rest of the way to his chest to lick my way down.
“Raven, I want you. I want you so fucking bad, but what if someone comes in? There isn’t a lock on the door.” Elias massages his fingers into my hair, gathering the wild strands in his hand. He holds it out of the way, his voice deep and breathy. “They’ll do something crazy if we don’t stop.”
“They’re busy. Even if they come looking, the worst that will happen is they might ask to join or watch.” I shimmy my way lower, kissing his taut stomach.
Fuck, his body is hot. I don’t know what I was expecting—because the previous men in my life never looked like this—but it wasn’t this. He might carry himself like a dead man walking, but he’s built with the body of a devil despite being slightly thinner.
“That’s fucking weird,” he murmurs, groaning under his breath.
I slow down as my mouth grazes the waist of his jeans. “Want me to stop?”
“And risk you turning to one of them to finish? Hell no. You’re my soulmate. If you say we’re good, I believe you.” Elias leans up, curling his torso. He pulls me to his face and crashes his mouth to mine, sucking my bottom lip hard enough to bruise before pulling away. “But turn your ass around. You’re going to fucking sit on my face. If they barge in, there is no way in Hell they’re going to catch you on your knees.”
I clench my body at the thought. Elias’s unexpected dominant side turns me on, and I don’t argue, giving him what he wants. He undresses me in a mad rush like our clothes are our enemies. One second I’m trying to unbutton his jeans, and in the next, he tugs me backwards to his face and tastes exactly what he does to me. And damn. I thought my devils acted starved for me—Elias licks and sucks my clit like he’s famished and I’m the only one who can satisfy his cravings.
I moan as he pinches my hips, rocking my body forward and back, going wild with his tongue. His passion sets me off. I grab at his jeans and nearly rip the button off. Unzipping his pants, I slide my hand into his boxers and lace my fingers around his hard-on. He hums between my legs, sending a burst of vibrations over my skin. I clench him between my thighs and gasp, reaching my peak, my whole body exploding with my orgasm.
But he doesn’t stop or give me a break. I can barely concentrate to lick my lips and suck his cock into my mouth. It’s the only thing to slow him down before he leaves my clit tender and aching from all his eager attention. Bobbing my head, I deep throat him, inhaling as I take his length all the way into my mouth, feeling him in my throat. I cup my hand around his balls, stroking them with my thumb.
