We’d be going home tomorrow, and once we reached Hell, our time together would be over. I squeezed my eyes closed, praying for mercy, begging the gods to give us this one night without repercussions.
Just give me this one night, then I promise I’ll give him up. I’ll walk way and never come back. I’ll give him up forever.
It was what I had to do. There was nothing else that would guarantee Lothar wouldn’t get hurt. Lucifer said there would be dire consequences if he learned the truth. I had to protect him. That was more important than my feelings.
All I asked for, was tonight.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Roxy
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Lothar’s kisses were wild as he carried me up the last two flights of stairs and into my room. He kicked the door shut behind us, his beast vibrating in his chest as he strode across the room. He lowered me to the bed, coming down and covering me with his huge frame, so I was pinned to the mattress.
“Tell me you want me?” he growled against my skin.
As out of control as I was, I still had enough presence of mind to be careful. “I want you, I do, Lothar,” I said, nipping at his jaw and lifting my hips, desperate for more friction. “We’ll make each other feel good, but no…no sex.”
He snarled a little. “Whatever you want, Rox.” But when he spoke, there was no anger or disappointment in his voice. He cupped my jaw, sliding his thumb below my lower lip, then kissed me gently and lifted his head. “I just need to make you come, baby. That’s all I need. Promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
I was addicted to his mouth, to the way he kissed me. The long and slow, the wild and out of control, and the quick pressing of lips like the one he’d just given me. I curled my arms around his neck and pulled him back down for another, moaning against his mouth from how good it felt to be close to him, to taste his lips and feel his warmth pressed against me. I savored every moment, memorizing every touch, every sound to remember later.
His hand slid down my side, and he squeezed my waist, then gripped a handful of my oversized shirt and tugged it higher. His hand trailed up my thigh before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. My breath shook in anticipation. He didn’t make me wait, he slid his hand down the front and I cried out against his mouth when he touched my needy flesh, gliding one of his thick fingers across my slickness.
I spread my legs for him, asking for more, and he growled against my throat.
“Love how fucking wet you get, Rox.” He nipped my jaw as he slid one finger inside me.
I arched against the mattress and gasped. Gods, it felt too good. “Please…”
“Another finger, kitten?”
I whimpered and nodded. “More.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside me, and I lifted my hips when he thrust deep, desperate for more. “Faster. Oh gods, more.”
His thumb swiped over my clit, again, and again, leaving me gasping. “More?”
I couldn’t get enough, nothing was enough. I whimpered. “Yes.”
He withdrew his fingers, and when he slid back in, he’d added a third, and I cried out, my thighs shaking as he fucked me with them, fast and deep.
“You love that, don’t you, kitten? You love feeling so fucking full you can barely catch your breath. That’s how my cock would feel inside you. I’d stretch this pussy to its limits. I’d hit you so deep, you’d see fucking stars.”
He shoved my shirt up the rest of the way and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, then grazed the sensitive nub with his fangs. I broke then, my pussy clamping down hard around his fingers, and I cried out, coming hard for him.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he growled out. “Tell me.”
I gasped, shaking my head, still recovering, still riding the waves of pleasure.
“You’re telling me one thing, but this curvy, tight little body is telling me something else,” he growled. “Let go, baby.”
“I c-can’t,” I rasped, pleading with him to stop this before it was too late.
“Give in to me, kitten,” he demanded.
