“Just a few months ago, if someone had told me I’d fall in love with you, I would’ve told them to get their head checked,” I muttered.
“I’m not sure if that’s complimentary.”
I ignored that. “And now… I miss you when you’re not around. I had to actively fight with myself not to come to this tower every damn day.”
“Danica–”
“I want to fall asleep next to you, and fight with you, and fuck you, and complain to my friends when you’re being your usual, overly possessive self. I want to be yours. But only if you’re mine, too.”
Strong hands gripped my shoulders, turning me, and Samael’s mouth crashed down on mine. He buried his hand in my hair and the world faded away as I lost myself in the feel of him surrounding me. My demon. Mine.
“Is that a yes?” I mumbled against his mouth.
“Say it again,” he ordered, and I rolled my eyes. Bossy demon.
“I love you.”
He let out a groan and then he was lifting me in his arms, stalking through the doorway, into his penthouse, and through to his bedroom, where he slowly laid me down on his bed. He handled me so gently, it was as if he thought I was suddenly breakable.
“This doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do all the time.”
“Quiet.” He nibbled on my lower lip.
“And I’m not going to give up my career for you.”
He laughed. “Of course not.” He pulled back long enough to strip off his clothes and my mouth went dry. I forced myself to raise my gaze to his face in an attempt to get my point across.
“I’m serious, Samael.”
“I know.” He let out a frustrated groan as he pulled my shirt and tank-top over my head. “So many clothes in my way.” His gaze got stuck on my breasts and the next groan that left him was a different sound entirely.
“I wantyou, little witch. Not a woman who will do everything I say without question. Although that might be an interesting experience for a few days.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and he laughed, nuzzling my breasts. He unhooked my bra with deft movements, and a dark possessiveness slid into his eyes.
“I’ve had centuries of women doing as I said,” he told me. “None of them could hold my attention for more than a few weeks. You? You will be mine forever.”
I must be crazy, because the idea of being with the demon forever no longer scared the crap out of me. Well, only a little.
He tweaked one of my nipples, teasing it to a hard peak. “I don’t know exactly when I fell in love with you. I suspect I fought it almost as hard as you did. But I am in love with you. Desperately.”
The words sent a thrill down my spine, but the way he lowered his mouth to my breasts sent a deeper, darker thrill through my core. I gasped and he murmured something I couldn’t catch. He ran his tongue over my nipple, then gently used his teeth to tease and play.
My thighs clenched, my stomach muscles tightened, and I shifted restlessly, every nerve in my body on edge.
“I want you inside me,” I murmured.
“You won’t rush me, little witch.”
I let out a breathless laugh as he slowly kissed his way down my body. He paid special attention to the sensitive spots that made me moan, while also learning about new spots which seemed to delight him.
“Show me,” I ordered.
He didn’t ask what I was talking about. His wings appeared, a dark curtain above us and I lifted one hand, stroking soft feathers. He moved further down my body, pushing my legs open as he lowered his head.
The sight of his dark head between my thighs, the obsidian wings jutting out of his wide, muscled shoulders, while his strong hands caught my hips, holding me still for him…
I lifted my hips, craving him.
