Henry growled, pain eating at him with sharp teeth. “Leave demon filth, leave,” Heru said, a smile on his face.
Henry took a deep breath and slowly walked away, leaving his heart in that room.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chloe rolled over at the sound of the door closing. She blinked in the darkened room and smiled up at the man who had so quickly changed her world.
She’d dreamt that she told him she loved him. She’d had two versions of the same dream.
In one version he slowly smiled at her, then made love to her, and afterwards he confessed that he too loved her. It was overly romantic, but hey, it was a dream.
However, the other version had been more like a nightmare. She’d told him she loved him and all the ice she’d ever seen in him cemented until frost formed over his words. He’d pushed her away brutally, shutting her out of his life for good.
He came and sat down on the bed next to her. His hand ran through her hair and gripped it gently, tilting her head towards him.
“I want you.”
Chloe shivered at his voice. It was deep and raspy. She nodded at him and he tossed the cover off her body.
He hesitated as he saw her naked body, then stepped back and started tearing off his clothes. His movements were hurried, impatient.
“Is everything okay?” Chloe was almost afraid to ask because that same gut feeling was there. Telling her something bad was going to happen. But to who and when? She had no idea, and the waiting was killing her.
He lay down beside her and kissed the top of her breast. “No,” he breathed against her, his breath puckering her nipple. “I haven’t seen you...I needed to see you.”
Her breath quickened at his words. His tongue traced her nipple then sucked her deeply into his mouth. Hot pleasure zapped through her body like electricity. She drove her fingers into his hair and threw away the hair tie that bound it. Dark hair fell around her in waves.
His hands shaped her breasts roughly and her sex pulsed in answer. He kissed his way down her stomach, over her hips and thighs. Slowly he opened her legs, pushing his big body between them.
Chloe panted as he pressed soft kisses followed by gentle bites up one thigh, then the other, never touching where she wanted him the most.
“I love being down here.” His voice was guttural. “Your smell, your taste. The way you come apart as I tongue you. I could do it all day.”
One thick finger slid inside her. Chloe’s nipples hardened even more. In and out, he stroked. Tempting and filling her with something that was a reminder of something much longer and thicker that she wanted so desperately.
“Tyrian, please,” she moaned. His tongue passed lightly over her folds, then dove in with a dexterous move. He licked her bud once before pulling away.
“What, my sweet? Don’t you like it when I suck you? When I prepare you for my cock?”
Chloe let out a ragged breath, her body tense as a bowstring. “So much, Ty. Please take me, just take me.” She was so empty inside.
He chuckled against her wet flesh, the sound purely masculine. “I think not yet, Chloe. I would taste you first. Make your pussy wet and open for me.” Chloe moaned at his words. Her body flooding with sparks of pleasure.
His finger dragged out of her flesh before thrusting back in. A moment later his lips kissed her bud, the touch so gentle it was like a feather caressing her. She writhed against him, thrusting her sex against his lips. Yet he only teased her more and more.
Sweat beaded her forehead. She breathed like she was running a mile, and all the while his caresses were so gentle and light against her.
“Tyrian!”
He lapped at her once, teasing her bundle of nerves with what could be. “What, my sweet Chloe?”
“Please, let me come. Please.” Sweat formed on her brow, her hips trembled against him.
He sucked a lip in to his mouth and Chloe’s body tightened with pleasure, cream coating the finger he slowly thrust inside her. Finally, slowly his tongue caressed her bud. He licked her lazily, excruciatingly slow. His fingers squeezed and released her inner thigh like a cat kneading.
His touch built her up to a trembling, unimaginable precipice.
They created a rhythm. His slow licking, her hips arching against him, his finger
thrusting inside her.
“Tyrian, Tyrian,” she chanted, her head spilling side to side. Suddenly, his tongue worked faster.
Chloe screamed as only he could make her do. Waves crashed inside her, her body strung tight, and then snapped. Her harsh cries echoed in the room as her hips rolled against him, as intense pleasure flooded through her.
He gentled his tongue, easing her back down to earth where she panted for air. He gave one last lingering lick then pulled away.
“You are beautiful.” His husky voice sent shivers over her. “Come here,” he said, and picked her up.
He wrapped her legs around his waist, set her core above his rigid cock, then pressed her down onto him.
“Perfect. Wet and open, just for me.” Chloe tried to say something, but couldn’t form words. As he entered that last inch inside her, she moaned, writhing against him.
He did all the work. Lifting her and dragging her back down over his hard rod. She
memorized the feel of him, the way he spread her open until she felt split in half. The way he hit her so deep, pressing against the center of her nerves where only he could reach.
Chloe dragged her eyes open. Sitting face to face with him brought the intimacy of the moment that much closer. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her, and he brought her down on him harder, faster.
Chloe swung her hair out, baring her neck. In a husky whisper she said, “Take from me.”
My love. His eyes flared hot, his wet lips parted and she saw the white glint of fangs.
Her core contracted at the sight. He cupped her neck gently with one strong hand and slowly leaned down to her. He kissed her skin reverently, his tongue darting out to taste.
“Lovely,” he breathed. Chloe flexed her hips against him, riding his cock, loving the way her core rubbed against his groin, heightening the pleasure even more.
A sharp press teased along her skin and she stilled, her breath freezing so she could feel every moment of it. He sank in slowly, by centimeters until his lips pressed hotly against her neck. She felt the full drugging pool as sure as she felt his cock pumping in and out.
Suddenly his grip on her tightened and became hard and thrilling. He swung them
around, planting her back against the bed. His hips hammered into her, dragging through her sensitive tissues with mindless ecstasy. His hands curled in her hair as he drank and drank.
Chloe scratched at his back, feeling trapped and utterly pleasured, and knew she drew blood. One hand reached down, cupped her ass, and lifted her into his thrusts. Her release came rushing. Her vision blanked and all she knew was that her body shuddered and he was groaning, his cock growing thicker inside her. Hot sprays jetted inside her, coating her walls and mixing with her own release.
She didn’t want it to end. Wanted it never to stop. His thrusts slowed, her sheathe drawing every drop from him, and she felt him twitching inside her. His breath shuddered as he withdrew from her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the wounds he’d made.
Her heart felt like a balloon filled so full it was about to pop. She tightened her hold around him and whispered, “I love you.”
His body stiffened over hers. Chloe froze too as she realized what she’d done. He pulled back and she had to let go even as coldness settled in where his warmth had been. He stood at the edge of the bed, his expression inscrutable.