I gasped when he bent down to flick his tongue over my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. My body arched off the bed, unable to contain itself any longer.
He felt unyielding yet surprisingly gentle at the same time, an intoxicating combination that made me want more. I clung to him tightly, every nerve ending alive with sensation as he continued to pound into me, our skin slapping together in rhythm with his rapid breaths.
Luce pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in forcefully, hitting my sweet spot once more before withdrawing again teasingly. I bit down on my lip to stifle a scream that threatened to escape as pleasure coursed through me in waves, each one stronger than the last.
Luce curled his fingers around my wrists, his grip firm but not painful, holding me in place as he leaned down and claimed my lips in a possessive kiss.
As I began to shatter beneath him, I clung to him tighter than ever before. The taste of him on my tongue only served to heighten the sensation; bitter and sweet all at once. My moansturned into gasps for air when he finally gave in too. His fingers dug into my wrists, leaving bruises that spoke of our passion.
In response, I bit down on his bottom lip, tasting blood and desire mixed together as he groaned into my mouth.
Luce's chest heaved against mine as he rolled off me with a contented sigh.
Damn. That had been amazing.
“I guess you can call me Rissa,” I said as he panted.
He looked over at me and snorted. “Okay.”
5
LUCE
I laynext to Rissa on the plush king-sized bed, our bodies still glistening with sweat. In that moment, nothing mattered except the magnificent woman in my arms. Even though we’d just finished, I wanted to start all over again.
"I'm starving," Rissa said.
"Well then, let's see what I can put together?" I jumped up from the bed, my muscles flexing as I stretched.
Rissa watched me with a satisfied smirk, her green gaze raking over my body appreciatively. I couldn't help but feel a definite rise in interest.
She laughed and licked her lips. “Down, boy. Food first.”
"Let's see what’s on offer."
While I’m a power among daemons, I've picked up hobbies over the millennia. Cooking is important, especially when people keep trying to poison you, one of the Council’s favorite maneuvers.
Besides, there was something deeply satisfying about the thought of Rissa letting herself be provided for, even in this small way. Lowering her guard a bit.
I pulled the pair of loose linen pants back on, not bothering with underwear or a shirt, and padded barefoot down the short hallway. Rissa followed close behind, her footfall silent against the smooth stone floor.
The kitchen was compact but well-equipped, with gleaming copper pots hanging above a large farmhouse sink. Bundles of dried herbs dangled from rough-hewn wooden beams, perfuming the air with their earthy scent. The curved wall glowed, illuminating the space with a warm light.
I ran my hand along the cool marble countertop, taking stock of our supplies. "Not bad for a prison cell," I remarked dryly.
She rolled her eyes but couldn't quite suppress a smile. It felt good to slip back into casual banter.
I ducked my head into the fridge, rummaging through the unimaginatively stocked shelves. "Looks like we've got the makings for a vegetable frittata here. Spinach, mushrooms, goat cheese..."
"Sounds fancy." Rissa's tone was teasing as she moved to peer over my shoulder. "But I like meat."
"I can probably help you there, after we eat." I flashed her a grin, grabbing a carton of eggs and nudging the fridge door shut with my hip. "I make killer scrambled eggs, too. They’ll keep your strength up."
She laughed, a rare, unguarded sound that made my chest tighten. "Fair enough. Pass me a knife, I’ll chop."
We moved around the tiny kitchen in a clumsy dance, bumping elbows and reaching across each other for utensils. It should have been awkward, but somehow, it felt almost comfortable. Familiar, even.
I cracked eggs into a bowl as Rissa chopped veggies with deft, precise strokes. She wielded the knife like an extension of herself, all coiled grace and focused intensity. It was mesmerizing to watch.
