“I knew you’d come back to me.”
“You sure you didn’t like the other me better?”
Samael shook some more, but this time it was with suppressed laughter. “Well,” he said, lifting his head, “youwerecute, with all the blushing and trembling.”
I poked my finger into his ribs. He leaned his head against mine, and then he was hauling me back toward the armchair, sitting down until I was straddling him, pressing kisses to his mouth.
My face was wet. So was Samael’s. I lifted my head, staring into his eyes.
“I want you to know that even without the earrings, the bracelet, even our bond… I would’ve fought my way back to you.”
“Oh, witchling, I never had any doubt. Although it killed something in me to see you look at me with fear in your eyes.”
“Some part of me knew you weren’t a true threat to me. Or the way they’d programmed me would’ve ensured I would’ve run straight to Lucifer when you appeared in my dreams.”
I rose up on my knees until I was leaning over him, my strong, determined bondmate.
Pure love shone down our bond, and I realized just what Lucifer had done by clamping that metal cuff around my wrist. Not being able to communicate with Samael was hell, and there were only so many hours I could sleep each night.
“Forget it for now,” Samael murmured, fisting his hand in my hair and bringing my head closer to his. “And be with me.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. His lips caressed mine, and I opened my mouth for him. His other arm wrapped around my back, holding me in place for him. Still so pushy, this demon of mine.
But I wouldn’t have him any other way.
His mouth left mine to press kisses down my neck, lingering on the places that made me shiver against him.
In the blink of an eye, I was naked. I jolted, and the movement made me rub against him.
He let out a hoarse laugh, his tongue circling one of my nipples. My hands found his hair, and I held him to me, tendrils of sensation spreading throughout my body. God, I’d missed this. Missedhim.
One strong hand drifted down, caressing over my stomach muscles. Those muscles clenched when his clever hand found my wet center. A groan left his mouth, and he turned his attention to my other nipple, his fingers dancing along my slit. He found the spots that drove me wild, never lingering where I wanted him the most.
“You’re still a tease,” I groaned, and felt him smile against my breast.
“I live to drive you wild, little witch.”
“Uh huh.” Two could play at that game. I lifted my hips, wrapping my hand around him and feeling him throb. I held him to my entrance, slowly sliding down.
He hadn’t expected the move, and his head fell back with a hiss.
“Gods, woman, the feel of you around me. You’re so hot and wet andmine.” He grasped my hips and thrust up into me, this angle allowing him to easily hit my g-spot while I ground down on him.
My mouth found his neck this time, and I felt the sudden urge to mark him. To prove that I was still alive. Still here. And he was still mine.
It wouldn’t carry over to the real world, would be gone when he woke up, but I needed it anyway. I bit down and he let out a rough growl, his hand pressing my head closer, urging me on.
“More,” he demanded, and I sucked and bit, never tearing his skin, but marking him in a way that made me feel feral.
Then he was lifting me, no longer content to let me take the lead. He pulled out of me, and I whimpered, making him let out a rough laugh.
Within a couple of seconds, my ass hit the chair, and he pushed my legs wide. The armchair seemed to melt around my body, until my legs were splayed open over the arms, and Samael was eye-level with the wet heat of me.
I let out an embarrassed groan and his eyes met mine. “Perhaps you can blush after all.”
I wiggled, attempting to close my legs–at least a little–but Samael’s hands clamped around my thighs.
“Uh-uh.”
