My heart thuds wildly with each step he takes.
I lift my chin. “Never.”
His lips crash down against mine in an earth-shattering kiss that has my toes curling and my pulse rushing.
Azrael Carrera may be the devil, but he’s mine.
And more importantly, I’m his.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Azrael
She’s slain me.
Torched the demons and ground them to ash.
She’s obliterated every wall I ever constructed and left nothing but rubble. A destruction by a force so powerful that I never understood until now.
Love.
I can see it in her eyes; I can feel it in her touch. Fate has collided us, but it’s our two souls that combine us.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, providing the knowledge I’m already aware of. She owns me.
The groan that rumbles up my chest is forced out in a powerful kiss as I tug her toward me and slam her back against the wall with the desperation infiltrating my being. She pulls on my hair; the pinch ignites my pure carnal need to own her too. I claim her with my tongue, devouring her taste.
Her fingers fumble with my belt, and I draw back,breathless, to meet her lust-filled eyes. Jesus, she’s beautiful. The most stunning woman to walk this land.
“Mine,” she pants, then slams her lips against mine in a scorching kiss of ownership and passion, the perfect combination.
Her soft hand wraps around my cock, and I tilt my head back, detaching our lips, and my eyes roll. The moment my tip slides inside her warmth, she grips my chin and hauls me back to her, but I want more. I want to show her how much this means to me, how much I want this as much as she does, more so, if that is possible. Not to fuck her against a wall when I want to show her what I’m capable of providing for her. I can be the man she wants, if only for a short while.
I lift her and walk us over to the bed; I cradle the back of her head as I place her on the mattress. She giggles, and I rejoice in the sound; her blue eyes sparkle with excitement, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. I sit back on my heels to take her in fully; the red dress is shoved up around her waist, exposing her cock-stuffed pussy. Fuck, that’s hot. My cock twitches inside her.
“Have you any idea how hot you look stuffed with my cock, Hevan?”
She shakes her head; her lip is still firmly grasped between her teeth.
“So fucking hot.” I spear into her for emphasis.
Something silver on the bedside dresser catches my eye, and a thought springs to mind when I realize what it is.
I grab hold of it, and she looks at me with curiosity as I inch her dress down her body to rest below her tits.
Then I pull the silver cap of the red lipstick off with my teeth and spit it out. I can feel the heat of Hevan’s stare on me while I take my time to write the first letter of my name across her chest and over the faint lines of the cut I createdwith the glass. Each stroke of the lipstick brings a sense of euphoria, and when I stare down at my name branding her skin, intoxication sends my vision hazy.
The power of my name has never appeared as apt as it does in this moment.
“The devil has marked you as his, Hevan. Do you succumb to the demon in his hell?”
Am I asking to keep her instead of demanding it?
For her to welcome my world as hers?
Every move I’ve made has been silently forged with that in mind, and it appears I’ve been completely unaware of my own plans.
Her striking-blue orbs hold me hostage, the silence painful.
