Hunger swept into his gaze, and I shivered at his feral expression.
“I wish to feed from you more than I wish to take my next breath. But I won’t rush you, Danica. Now that you have accepted that you’re mine, I want to savor the experience. When I feed from you, there will be no reservations left in your busy brain. You will want to feed me because it’s something you crave, not because you’re worried I will feed from someone else.”
I sighed. “I guess I can understand that.”
“Good.” His adjusted his angle and I groaned as he hit just the right spot. Then I was spinning through the air and I blinked. I was suddenly sitting on top of him.
“Ride me, witchling.”
Challenge accepted.
I lifted my hips and we both sighed as I dropped back down, taking him inside me once more. Lust sparked in his gaze as it swept over my body, lingering on the place where we were joined before returning to my face.
He pulled me close and took my mouth, his hands sliding down to my hips, fingers squeezing as he urged me on. His lips found my neck, and one hand slid down to brush lightly against my clit.
I clenched around him and we both groaned. He thickened inside me, both of us on the edge.
He flicked my clit again. Once. Twice.
My climax washed over me, and he lifted his hips, thrusting up before he followed me over. I slumped against him, my breath coming in harsh pants.
He wrapped his arms around me and made a sound somewhere between a purr of satisfaction and a growl of contentment.
I could have fallen asleep right there, but Samael kissed my forehead and gently lifted me off him. I blinked up at him, and he pulled me to my feet. “I have something to show you.”
I raised one eyebrow at him and gestured at myself. The underwear he’d torn from me was caught around one of my heels— still on my foot. My other heel was gone, my bra was in pieces, and my dress was nowhere to be seen.
“I think you showed me plenty.”
He sent me a wicked grin and I couldn’t help but grin back, as if we were two conspirators who’d gotten away with something they shouldn’t have. “I’ll get dressed–”
“We’re not going far.”
He pulled one of the soft throws from the sofa, wrapping it around me.
I was officially curious now. I followed him through the living room and into his office. I’d thought the door on the left led to another bathroom, but he threw it open and gestured for me to go in.
I took a moment to focus on our bond. His expression was blank, but beneath it he was… nervous.
I walked into the room and frowned. “I don’t understand.”
The room was almost a twin to his office, only with a slightly smaller desk. A state-of-the-art computer gleamed silver on that desk, and a collection of filing cabinets stood against one wall. A door on the opposite side led to a bathroom, which also opened back out to the living room.
“I know you have your own office. But sometimes, you might want to do some paperwork here. Or get some research done on the weekend. You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. The room was sitting empty.”
He gave a languid shrug, as if unconcerned, but I could still sense his nervousness, warring with frustration and… trepidation? The demon was worried this would freak me out.
“When did you do this?”
“This afternoon.”
Of course. Samael merely had to snap his fingers and he’d have a gorgeous office set up within a few hours.
He’d seen me working on his sofa, laptop balanced on my lap, and he’d immediately decided to offer me something better.
My heart melted and I opened my mouth, unsure exactly what to say.
He merely nodded at my silence and turned to walk away.
