“You’re so soft and smooth here.” Wonder lacing her voice, Marabella caressed the head of his cock.
“Sweets, it’s never a good idea to use the word soft when describing a dick.”
She rolled her eyes. “I meant it in a nice way.”
He grunted. Without warning, she bent forward and engulfed him in her mouth in one lush downstroke. He choked on a strangled groan.
Lifting her head, she offered him an unbelievably phony look of concern. “Sorry, am I not doing this right?”
“Little minx. Don’t you know it’s dangerous playing with a demon?”
An indecipherable shadow passed over her eyes. “Actually, I do.”
“But you’re going to anyway, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes. I can’t help myself, Sam. I want you too much.”
She wasn’t the only one suffering from that particular dilemma. Wishing he possessed enough strength and sense for them both, he coaxed her attention back to his waiting cock. With a hungry moan, she slid the head past her lips. He gathered the curtain of her hair in his fist so he could better watch her bobbing motions. A shiver trembled through her, and she arched toward his hand in a telling way. There was undeniable submissiveness in the gesture. It only fired his strange possessiveness into overdrive.
“Look at me while you’re sucking my cock.”
She immediately obeyed, and unwarranted pride flowed through him. He attempted to ignore it before ultimately admitting defeat. So her submissiveness pleased him. It didn’t mean a damn thing. It certainly didn’t mean he envisioned her belonging to him. Of taking care of her. Because he sure as hell didn’t know how to take care of anyone but himself. And half the time he did a shitty job of that.
Her suction grew more intense, her cheeks hollowing. Desperate noises hummed from the back of her throat, the vibration a sexy torment. A warning tingle buzzed at the base of his spine. He was seconds away from coming, but he didn’t want to do it in her mouth. Gently cupping her chin, he disengaged and stroked his shaft. Once. Twice. That was all it took for him to shoot off, streaking her delectable breasts with his seed. He shuddered and groaned, the orgasm sucking the very life force from his limbs. A moment later, Marabella snuggled contentedly against him, either unmindful or uncaring of the mess he’d made of her.
He only wished he could be as equally oblivious to the fact he’d just deliberately marked her like some primitive claiming.
Chapter Sixteen
Filtered sunlight streamed through the closed blinds in Marabella’s bedroom. Blinking against the intrusion, she peeked toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. Seven thirty. If she planned to make it to the Alliance headquarters and get back in time to open shop before ten, she had to get her butt up and moving. Stretching her arms over her head, she indulged in a lazy yawn. The mattress dipped and a pair of hands slid around her rib cage, pulling her snug against the warm, naked body that’d just settled next to her.
Sam. A lush heat wave spread through her as she remembered their sexy interlude on the couch last night. The ecstasy he’d brought her to—it was crazy to think such a thing was even possible. And then witnessing that same intensity play out across his face while she pleasured him with her mouth? Oh yeah, she could easily get addicted to that. To him.
His hands ghosted upward and massaged her breasts. It was shocking how effortlessly he worked her nipples into stiff peaks. Then again, should she be surprised? He’d proved time and again his slightest touch had the ability to turn her body into a quivering, desperate mass of nerve endings. Easing his thigh between hers, he coaxed her legs wider. The position felt odd, and she wasn’t entirely certain of his intention for maneuvering her into it. But then his cock nudged with definitive purpose at her entrance.
“Sam?” She tried to wiggle around to look at him, but he banded his arm around her waist.
“Shhh.” He took her hand and directed it between her legs. “Guide me inside you.”
She encountered his latex-sheathed cock and frowned. “You’re wearing a condom.”
“I walked down to the corner drugstore the second the sun came up.”
“What if someone had seen you?” She sighed. “That wasn’t very smart, you know.”
“No one saw me. But you’re right. Apparently a raging case of horniness has killed off my remaining brain cells.”
Much as she wanted to be angry about him endangering his cover, it was difficult to stay focused on anything but the teasing glide of his shaft within her grip. Biting her lip, she explored his length.
His ragged breath tickled her ear. “Put me inside you, Bella.”
Shifting the angle of her hips, she grasped him at the base of his shaft and bore down. The inner folds of her labia parted for his cockhead, and he surged deeper, stretching her tight on his thick girth. His possession of her body shot a decadent spiral of excitement through her. She shivered, and his fingertips grazed the goose bumps dotting her arms before seeking the hand still wedged between their joined bodies and repositioning it so that their laced fingers hovered on her clit. She knew what he wanted her to do, even understood now why he’d chosen to take her from behind. It was easier to comply with his wishes when she didn’t have to look him in the eye.
Grateful that he’d saved her from that awkwardness, she caressed her sensitized clit. His bold fingers displayed no hesitation in assisting her motions. That, combined with the slow in-and-out plunging of his cock, soon banished any traces of embarrassment about pleasuring herself in front of Sam. She gave full rein to the hedonistic sensations sweeping over her and moved her body in concert with his. Their rhythm was sensual—like an exquisitely choreographed dance. She’d never felt so connected with someone. So free and uninhibited.
Sam shifted onto his back, momentarily breaking the spell of unity between them. She floundered for a moment, uncertain what to do, but he gave her no time to ponder the intricacies of his new position as he turned her to face him and aligned her pussy with his cock again. With one smooth thrust, he was buried deep. Much deeper than he’d been before. She gasped, and he tunneled his fingers through her hair, hauling her forward to meet his devouring kiss.
And that was exactly what it felt like. A ravishment. A total conquering of her body and soul. The irony of that thought wasn’t lost on her, but the ramifications of giving herself completely to a demon who collected souls for a living fell to the back of her mind as Sam’s tongue plundered her mouth. He battered all of her defenses until the only existence left in her world was him. One hand loosened from her hair and grasped her hip, pulling her into the demanding force of his thrusts. She opened her eyes and became ensnared in the dark intensity of his gaze.
“Come for me, Bella. Now.”
The emotional tidal wave that crashed into her was nearly as overwhelming as the orgasm that followed suit. In that moment, as her body broke apart, so did her heart. Any prayer she’d harbored of safeguarding that particular organ from Sam’s stealthy pilfering disintegrated before her eyes.
She’d fallen in love with him—the last person on earth she stood to have a future with.
He pumped inside her one last time, his fingers digging into her skin as he gave a hoarse groan. Fascinated, she watched him come. Like last night, she was struck by how beautiful he was in the throes of pleasure. It was probably the only time he truly lowered his guard.
Unable to resist, she stroked his jaw, the soft bristles from his growth of beard a tantalizing rasp beneath the pads of her fingers. She skipped her fingertips down the warm column of his throat and kissed the spot where his pulse beat erratically. Venturing farther south, she traced her lips over the network of silvery scars patterning his broad shoulders and chest. She gave one particularly nasty scar a gentle kiss. “How did you really get these? And don’t tell me a cat. I didn’t believe it the first time you handed me that lie.”