I’m so ready for more.
“We don’t need a condom,” I blurt out. My face heats immediately when he quirks a single brow.
“Condom?”
“Protection…”
“I know what a condom is, Sunshine.” Amusement flickers in his eyes. “But we don’t need protection. Demons don’t create life the same way others do. And we don’t carry disease.”
Oh.
I swallow. Would it be awkward to ask follow-up questions to that? Probably. Definitely a conversation for later.
Yep. Later.
I arch into his touch as he draws a slow circle that makes my breath hitch and my thoughts scatter.
“I need you,” I say, the words slipping out before I can second-guess them.
“Patience is a virtue,” he replies softly.
I let out a breathless laugh. “You’re a demon prince. I didn’t think virtues were high on the list.”
His mouth curves, fond and dark all at once. “Only when something matters.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “And you matter,” he adds.
His hard length replaces his hand and, as the tip runs through my folds, I gasp and arch up into him. He groans, the sound sending tingles down my spine, settling in my belly. When his crown sinks into me, I bite down so hard on my lip I taste blood. The stretch is delicious. He pauses, not moving as he breathes through his nose, his eyes shut momentarily.
I reach up and brush my thumb over his cheek and move my hips slightly, testing the stretch.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“You’re doing so good,” he says as he presses deeper.
He obviously doesn’t know that I’m going to combust right here on his bed. Magic is zipping through me, the bond that I always feel between us tightening. I’m not going to last to feel him fully inside before I shatter into a million pieces. I grip his shoulders, my legs wrapping around him, hips rising off the bed.
“Kael…”
Our breaths mingle, the sounds he makes mixing with my own. He kisses me, licking into my mouth as though he’s starving for me. Then he starts moving, thrusting in and out, the pace picking up as we both adjust to the sensations.
“This was worth the wait,” he gasps. “So fucking worth it.”
It doesn’t take long before we are both coming. He collapses on top of me, his weight the best feeling in the world, his wings cocooning us together, as he presses soft kisses all over my face.
“I’m yours, Lindsay. Forever.”
FORTY-FIVE
LINDSAY
I wake before he does.
For a moment, I stay still, tucked against his side, listening to the slow, even rhythm of Kael’s breathing. In sleep, he looks younger somehow. Less guarded. His wings are tucked close, shadows resting instead of watching, and for the first time since I’ve known him, nothing about him feels dangerous.
Careful not to wake him, I slip from the bed and pad toward the bathroom.
When I come back, the room is washed in early morning light, pale and cool against the stone. Kael hasn’t moved. One arm is flung where I was, fingers curled like he expects to find me there when he wakes.
My chest tightens.
