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His lips twitched into a smile as his hand wrapped around hers, his grip firm and warm. For a moment, she forgot everything else as they walked together toward the door leading out to the casino floor.
He took a keycard from his pocket.
He had a room at the hotel.
Her heart raced while they waited for an elevator. She was both trembling in anticipation and filled with trepidation as the doors opened and they stepped inside.
Was she really going to do this?
She sneaked a glance at him, at his strong jaw and the muscles that strained his shirt and his big hands. Anticipation zinged through her.
Yes, she was really doing this.
The elevator ride lasted forever and not long enough, the space between them crackling with electricity. He said nothing, and other than his hand around hers, he didn’t touch her again until they were safely inside his room. Then he pushed her up against the closed door and fastened his mouth over hers, hungry as if he’d been dying for a taste of her all night. He held her still while he commanded her mouth, and all she could do was stand there and melt under the siege.
When she was breathless, he finally released her face and gripped her hips, hauling her hard against him as if to imprint himself on her skin. She dug her fingers into the sinewy muscles of his forearms and wrapped her leg around him, pulling him even closer so there would be no space between them. His kiss alone was enough reason to stay—he was wild and hot, just as she imagined.
He broke away from her mouth to trail his lips down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access to the sensitive skin. He bit down gently, eliciting a husky moan that startled her. She didn’t make sounds like that, but he seemed to like it. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up like she didn’t weigh over two hundred pounds.
She squeaked in surprise. “Oh my God. Put me down. You’ll hurt yourself.”
His dark, amused chuckle sent shivers racing over her skin. “I want both your legs around me.”
She tried to obey, but the dress was too tight. Embarrassment stung her cheeks. “Uh, I can’t. My dress—”
With a frustrated growl, he set her down long enough to reach around her. But instead of the zipper sound she expected, the fabric tore. She gasped into his mouth as the dress fell off her, ripped nearly in two. Then he had her in his arms again, and her legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He lay her down and hovered over her, his eyes locked onto hers. He still wore the demon mask, and the illicitness of it sent a thrill through her.
His thumb stroked over her lower lip. “I’m only asking this once. Are you sure?”
She nodded. She was going to combust if he didn’t keep touching her. She reached up to pull him down for another kiss, their lips meeting in a fierce battle of tongues. His hands roamed over her body, leaving trails of fire. He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down.
For once, she wasn’t self-conscious about her belly or her muffin top or her jiggly thighs. How could she be when he worshiped her with his hands and mouth like she was a goddess?
As they broke away for air, he murmured in her ear, “You’re mine now.”
She nodded again, her eyes wide as she watched him rise from the bed. He took his time unlacing the shirt at his collar and shrugged it off, revealing a thickly muscled chest. Dark tattoos snaked from his powerful shoulders, down both arms to his wrists. He tossed the shirt aside before nudging off his boots.
When he reached to take off the mask, she sat up and grabbed his hand. “Leave it. Please.”
He leaned down, his lips hovering above hers. “Does the angel want to be fucked by the demon?”
A chill scraped down her spine. Her nipples hardened, poking through the thin lace of her bra. “Yes.”
He left the mask in place and held her gaze as he unzipped his pants. She watched with amazement as he pushed them down his powerful thighs and kicked them away. His cock was thick and long, and her mouth watered at the sight of it. On impulse, she reached out, wrapped her hand around the heavy length of him, and squeezed. She had no idea where the boldness came from, but she liked feeling the power of him, the heat. Liked that she was in full control of this demon of a man, and they both knew it.
She stroked her hand up, squeezed, and then down again, watching his face. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, his jaw tight with tension. She leaned forward to lick the hollow of his throat. His deep groan sent a rush of wetness between her thighs.
He gripped her head and kissed her hard. She wrapped her hand more tightly around him, moving up and down, then twisted her wrist to glide over the silky skin of his tip and back down once more.
With a growl, he caught her wrist. “Fuck, you’re a naughty angel.” His voice was ragged. “Not like that. I’m not coming in your hand. I want inside you.”
He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and ripped it open with his teeth. She licked her lips, watching as he roughly rolled it on.
He positioned himself above her and leaned down to kiss her, his tongue tangled with hers as his knees pressed her legs apart. When he finally broke the kiss and positioned himself at her entrance, she let out a choked cry. He was so big. He pushed the head of his cock inside and paused. She looked up at him, trying desperately to catch her breath.
“I’m going to fuck you slow,” he growled. “Because you’re tight. And sweet. And I want to feel every inch of you. But when I’m close to coming, I’m going to shove myself in deep and fast.” He thrust forward, and a whimper escaped her as her body accepted him. “And I’m going to come. Because I’m your demon, and that’s what a demon does—he fucks and fucks you hard until he comes. And then he does it all over again.”
She closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing even. He was right. She hated it, and yet she loved it. She hated herself for liking what he was doing to her, but she loved the way he spoke of it.
