He hovered there, his own smirk holding his lips hostage at the sight of her writhing in his grasp.
“I should really fuck some manners into that mouth,” he growled.
She breathed a laugh. “I hope you do.”
He finally kissed her, and when warmth bloomed in his chest, he nearly lost control.
Fucking Deianira Bronfell…
She consumed his thoughts, his heart, his every fantasy. Somehow… Somehow, he’d been on two dates with her and was already fumbling for air.
She grasped his belt, pulling the buckle free, and his fist slammed into the wall by her head when she moved her fingers over his length.
“Have you been this needing of me since I grabbed your belt?” Her mouth brushed his jaw, and Sam cursed the air.
“Yeah, baby,” he told her. “That’s all you.”
He kissed her again, grabbing for her skirt and pushing it up to her waist. His hand trickled over her bare ass, realizing that she had worn that fucking thong, and he gripped her flesh so tightly that she moaned into his mouth. Fuck, every part of her made him wild. He loved the way he could grab her thickness and it would fill up his hands.
His thumb caught the band of her thong, and he pulled it down, nearly making her trip as she tried to pull her feet out. Sam stuffed the underwear in his pocket, and then he bent to grasp her under her ass and lift her higher on the wall. Ana gasped but held onto his shoulders. And when he slid inside her, Ana cried out while Sam cursed a little louder than he should have.
“Fuck, Ana,” he groaned at the feeling her tightness surrounding him. Fucking Death, she was made for him. He couldn’t get over how she felt, how he could have stayed inside her for hours and never grown tired of it—
The door rattled.
They froze, breaths holding together as they watched the shadow at the bottom of the door. But as Ana muttered a curse under her breath, Sam simply chuckled under his breath, smiling against her, and he started moving slowly in and out of her. The shadow on the other side of the door moved away, probably just one of the guests knocking into it.
“Sam…”
He clapped his hand over her mouth, their eyes meeting, and as he moved, filling her up to the hilt, he watched her chest fall jaggedly, her head tilting back.
“Shhh, wicked girl,” he whispered in her ear. “You can wake the dead tonight… But right now I need you to be very…veryquiet…” His teeth caught her, tongue licking over her pulse point, and he hiked her legs higher, pulling his hand away from her mouth.
“Let me fuck you slow,” he said. “I want your legs numb when I’m finished with you.”
With every push of him inside her, her mouth sagged open and she stared at the ceiling with pleasure and denial over her features. She was straining to keep herself from crying out. Her toes curled, thighs shaking and tightening around him to the point that he too began to strain at holding himself from spilling over.
“Fuck, baby,” he managed breathlessly. She pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin at denying herself, and she began to whimper. He smiled into her neck at the noise of it, and he grabbed her jaw, pushing her cheeks together in response.
“I love hearing that denial in the back of your throat,” he breathed. He thrust into her hard, making a high-pitch noise leave her as her back jolted against the wall, and he threw his hand over her mouth again. “Surrender to me, temptress,” he whispered, watching visible chills rise on her skin. “You surrender to me, and only me, after today.” Their eyes met, and he focused on that glint of power in her dilated pupils as he finished with, “You’re mine, baby.”
With every thrust after, Ana seemed to limp and let herself go. She scratched his chest, neck, and forearms as she spilled over him, tears crawling down her cheeks. She was a chaotic mess of release and silence, and when he finally released inside her, he, too, couldn’t stop shaking.
He only realized he was still holding his hand over her mouth when Ana’s nails gently scratched his wrist, and he let her go. Heavy breaths left her as though she’d been unable to breathe for a bit, and her feet hit the ground as he slipped out of her, continuing to hold her waist. He kissed her softly, again and again, until Ana’s quiet chuckle against his lips made him pull back, and his own smile lifted despite himself.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “I just…” She looked up at the ceiling, seeming to shake her head at herself. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. But I literally can’t feel my legs, so if you could just keep holding up me a minute while the blood comes back, that would be great.”
Sam actually laughed this time. He couldn’t stop it from coming out. And not his usual coy laughter. This laughter met his eyes and lifted the weight off his chest, his shoulders… and for a moment, he forgot he was not supposed to be enjoying this like this. Enjoying breaking someone’s heart and bringing them crumbling down, yes. But not… notactuallylaughing.
Ana stared at him, her eyes softening, and she stared at him like she couldn’t discern if he were real or not. “You can laugh,” she said in disbelief.
He shook his head. “That’s not what that was.”
“Holy Death, the brooding, dangerous asshole of a demon can laugh,” she repeated, her smile wide. “I’m telling everyone. We’re ruining that mysterious reputation.”
“Ana—“
