I wandered into the kitchen and poured a glass of water while he had his mind-to-mind conversations with his people.
When I came out, his eyes were still cool. “I have arranged for Asmodeus to stay outside the witch’s hospital room. If Gloria learns she has identified her, she could take revenge.”
My heart flipped in my chest and I took a few steps closer to him. I wanted to reach out, but he looked strangely remote. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” I studied his face. “What’s your problem, Samael?”
“There is no problem.”
“Uh-huh. Play another tune, demon–”
I gasped as he was suddenly in front of me. He’d moved so fast he was a blur.
“Perhaps I need to remind my witchling who she belongs to,” he purred.
His mouth slammed down on mine, and his hands reached for my jeans, deftly undoing the button.
His tongue was in my mouth, and one of his hands slid into my jeans. His laugh was low and satisfied.
“Already ready for me, little witch?”
I tensed, my hands rising to push him away. “Piss me off, and you won’t get any, Samael.”
He pulled my jeans off and I slapped at him as he tore my t-shirt in half.
I was furious, annoyed, and hopelessly aroused.
My bra disappeared, and his fingers plucked my nipple while his hand slid down and shot me to a vicious orgasm. I blinked.
“What the–”
He hoisted me into his arms, pushed me against the wall, and thrust inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as his pelvic bone slid against my clit and I gasped as he twisted his hips, fucking me like I was his salvation.
He wound his hand into my hair, angling my head until I was looking up into his eyes.
“Who do you belong to?”
I showed him my teeth. He snarled back.
A thrust that stabbed into me, making my thighs quiver. I was so close…
“Who?”
“You,” I cried out, my hands sliding beneath his wings to claw desperately at his back.
He buried his head in my neck and pumped his hips, I writhed, arching my back, straining against him. With a series of deep thrusts, my climax tore through me and I quaked in his arms.
He growled out his pleasure as I stared unseeingly over his back.
Holy god.
Samael took one step and stumbled. I clutched onto him and the sudden breeze told me he’d used his wings to catch himself. He gently lowered me onto the sofa, stepping away, and I caught his hand, pulling him back to me.
“Not that I didn’t just have a lot of fun, but would you like to tell me what that was about?”
“I’m sorry. I was rough.”
“Don’t apologize for mind-blowing sex. But clearly something’s bothering you, Samael.”
He opened his mouth and I scowled at him. “You would never let me lie to you, so don’t piss me off by doing it to me.”
