“Sweet victory,” he laughed against my throat, covering my skin in kisses that made me hot all over and liquid between my thighs.
“Fil,” I began.
“Shit,” he breathed, pulling back, cold rushing against my heated skin. “I went too far.”
“No,” I hurried to disagree. “Not far enough, actually.”
The vivid blue of his eyes darkened to a steely, hungry hue, and an answering throb went through my core.
“We need to have a conversation first,” he said with that gravel in his voice again. “I could stay like this forever, kiss you until we’re both drugged on them. But I need it to be us, just us.I need us to be exclusive. I can’t handle the thought of you with anyone else, and I know you need others, need the connection of more than one person and—”
I silenced him with a brief kiss, the taste of him teasing my senses with fruity wine and sweet citrus. “I did,” I agreed with a sad smile. “It helped, gave me my power, but after—well, I don’t want that anymore. I had to find other ways to take my power back. I can’t stand to have anyone touch me.”
He let go of me so quickly that I fell for him, there and then. That quickly, he let go of me even though I felt his reluctance through the bond.
I caught his hands and returned them to my hips. “Your touch doesn’t make me want to scream, Fil. It makes me want more.”
“Angel,” he said with a note of warning.
A smile crossed my face. “What if I want you right here?”
I watched his eyes dilate, rolled my hips a little until I felt the hardness of him against me.
“Anything you want, angel,” he breathed as heat gathered in the bond between us, his eyes a little wide. “We’re out in the open, though.”
I kissed him again, deeper this time, the taste of him waking up all my senses. “No one will see. We’ll be quiet.”
13
JESSIA
“Inever dreamed,” Devil blurted as I unfastened his jeans and reached inside, slowly stroking his cock as I pulled it out. I stared greedily at the fat tip, at the vein that snaked down his length, gliding my hand over every ridge and groove until he tipped his head back with a groan. “Never dreamed I’d have this.”
I pressed my lips to his Adam’s apple, to the thrumming pulse in his neck. The fact he’d exposed his throat wasn’t lost on me. I rewarded the trust by scattering kisses everywhere, relishing both the taste of his skin and his choppy breathing.
“Now we can have this everyday,” I said, imprinting the words on his skin. “Every day, Fil.”
“Fuck knows what I did to deserve this, or to deserve an angel like you. But I’ll never let you go.”
I’ll never let you go.Pierce had said that so many times, but never with that soft adoration in his voice, never as a promise and not a threat.
“I know,” I replied, pulling up my dress. I’d gone with the slinky black one after all, because ChaCha was always right, and I found myself glad that it was so easy to slide up my hips. “It’s the same for me, Fil. You’re my mate, and I willneverlet you go.”
I meant it as a promise, the same way he did, but a little threat slipped into my voice. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was that that made him smile, that made him squeeze my hips as I lined up the head of his cock with my entrance and sank down slowly.
His groan was so loud that it started a bird from the tallest branches of the tree, and I laughed.
“Not so loud,” I said, threading my fingers in his hair and bringing his face to mine for a deep kiss, letting his noises shudder down my tongue, letting him taste the moans I couldn’t suppress as I took him inside me, inch by slow inch.
“Shit,” he gasped. “I should have asked if you’re healed, if this is even alright, if—”
“Fil,” I said against his mouth. “I’m fine. I healed weeks ago.” The damage to me had been tame, compared to what those monsters did to my friends. “And I want this.”
To emphasise how much I really did want him, I rolled my hips and took him deeper.
“Slowly,” he hissed, a vein pulling taut in his neck. “Be careful, Jessia. You might be healed, but you’re still going to be careful.”
I circled my hips, sensations blooming through me until my eyelids dropped to half-mast. “I am?”
