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As if he had done this to a thousand women before.
As if he did not have a soul.
When he began to move, she arched beneath him, digging her hands into his arms to pull him down on top of her. But he didn’t give her what she wanted. He drew out almost all the way and then pushed back in, slower than before, a little deeper but still not all the way.
Every stroke shoved her closer to the edge. His chest rubbed against her nipples, sending little zings of pleasure down to where they were joined. She buried her face in his neck and gripped his hips, wanting him to move faster, deeper, harder.
But he kept up the torturously slow rhythm.
He kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers, soft and demanding all at once. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. She was so close to the edge that she didn’t know how she would survive.
He grabbed one of her hands and forced it to his mouth as he continued to move in and out of her, torturously slow. “Play with your clit, angel.”
Her face grew warm as she slid her fingers down between her thighs. She gasped, embarrassed by the pleasure and the wetness. He stopped moving and withdrew her hand, licked the tip of her finger. She moaned softly as he replaced her hand on herself.
“Harder,” he said.
She rubbed the bud harder, faster.
“You’re so hot, angel,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust. “So fucking hot. I could stay inside you all night. All fucking night.”
She moaned against his neck as another zing of pleasure shot through her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she arched against him, meeting his hard thrusts. She was so close, so close.
“That feels so fucking good. I know you’re close, I can feel you squeezing. It’s so fucking tight. Come on my cock, angel. It’s time to come.”
Her body obeyed, the orgasm hit her fast and hard. Her hips bucked up and she screamed against his neck as his cock slid so deep inside her she wildly thought she’d never get him out.
Then she couldn’t think anymore as pleasure took over and the room spun. His movements grew rough, wild. He wrapped one hand over her hip and pulled her leg to his waist as he slammed into her over and over, jerky and uncontrolled. His grunts became deeper, yet he didn’t slow down.
He stiffened above her, and she knew he was close.
He threw his head back, his neck muscles corded. In that moment, she could see the demon in him, and he was beautiful. She wrapped her hand around his neck, drawing him closer for another hard kiss as he finally came.
When they both stilled, he bit her neck. Then he licked the sting away and kissed the spot.
“What was that?” she rasped.
He shook his head. “Nothing, angel. I’m just marking you. Remember? It’s what demons do.”
He pulled out of her and took off the condom, leaving the bed to dispose of it in the bathroom.
When he returned, his eyes were heavy behind the demon mask. He pulled it off, and she glanced away. She didn’t want to see his face and ruin the magic of what had just happened. It was better if they stayed strangers. He slid into bed behind her and pulled her back against his chest.
Oh, God. What had she done?
She started to get up, but his arms tightened around her. His breath tickled the back of her neck. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I should go find my friends before they leave. They’re my ride home.”
“Oh, angel,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sadness. “You’ll stay here tonight. I’m not done with you.”
He was already stirring again, lengthening against the back of her thigh, and her body hummed with anticipation, ready for round two.
She had no idea how she’d gotten herself into this mess. She was always so cautious, always planning ahead, and yet here she was in a stranger’s bed, wanting more than she should. She wanted to stay with him, wanted to explore the depths of his eyes and the texture of the hair on his chest. She wanted to wrap her hand around his hardening cock again and taste him when he came.
But what if Anna was looking for her? Or worse, Ash? He definitely wouldn’t want her after finding her in bed with someone else.
On one hand, she felt guilty for betraying her own convictions. But on the other, she couldn’t help but be pulled in by his presence, captivated by the thrill of their embrace and the pleasure it brought her. She wanted more—more of the thrill, more of the pleasure, more of the passion.
