“Please,” I finally managed. “I need you inside me.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. I heard the lube cap again, then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me.
“Breathe,” he instructed, and I did, relaxing as he pushed forward slowly, inexorably.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,I thought as he filled me, stretching me beyond what his fingers had prepared me for. It burned, but in the most delicious way, making me gasp and clutch at the sheets.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay,” I assured him, pushing back to take him deeper. “Don’t hold back.”
A growl rumbled through him, vibrating against my back. “Careful what you ask for.”
Then he began to move, and coherent thought fled. His thrusts started slow and deep, letting me adjust to his size, but soon picked up pace as my body welcomed him. One of his hands gripped my hip, the other braced beside my head, his powerful body covering mine completely.
The feeling was indescribable—being so thoroughly possessed by him, filled and surrounded and claimed. Each thrust hit something inside me that sent sparks through my veins, making me cry out his name.
“That’s it,” he growled in my ear. “Let me hear you.”
I was beyond shame, beyond restraint, moaning and begging as he drove into me. The headboard slammed against the wall with the force of his thrusts, and distantly I worried about structural damage to his perfectly maintained home.
His rhythm faltered slightly, and he groaned. “I’m close, Sam.”
“Me too,” I gasped. “Touch me, please.”
His hand snaked beneath me, wrapping around my aching cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. It was too much—the dual sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came with a shout, spilling over his fingers and the sheets.
My body tightened around him, and with a roar that literally shook the lampshade, Malphas followed, driving deep one final time as he found his release. I felt the heat of it inside me, impossibly warm, like his essence.
For a long moment, we stayed locked together, both panting. Then carefully, so carefully, he withdrew and rolled to the side,gathering me against his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath my ear, gradually slowing to a more normal pace.
“Well,” I said when I finally found my voice, “that was worth getting a flooded apartment for.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Glad to hear my plumbing skills are appreciated.”
I propped myself up to look at him. His eyes had returned to that intriguing mix of red and hazel, and his expression was softer than I’d ever seen it.
“So,” I said, tracing patterns on his chest, “was that Malphas or Gary?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you think Gary would fuck you hard enough to make the pictures fall off the walls?”
I glanced over to see that, indeed, a framed landscape print was now hanging crookedly. “Good point. Though I bet Gary is very attentive to his partners’ needs.”
“We both are,” Malphas said, suddenly serious. “Whatever this is—this Gary situation—it’s changing me. But some things are still purely Malphas.” His hand cupped my face. “The way I want you? That’s all demon.”
I turned to kiss his palm. “Good. Because I kind of have a thing for the demon side.” I paused, then added with a grin, “Though I also appreciate a man who can fix a leaky faucet.”
He laughed again, pulling me closer. “Lucky you. You’ve got both.”
As I settled against him, pleasantly sore and thoroughly satisfied, I couldn’t help thinking that yes—I was very lucky indeed. My life had taken the strangest possible turn, and somehow landed me in bed with a demon prince who could rock my world and then make me breakfast in the morning.
“I should check on your bathroom tomorrow,” he murmured sleepily. “I think the shower door needs to be replaced entirely.”
Chapter 6
One week into living with Malphas, I discovered his dirty little secret.
No, not the fact that he was literally from hell. That was old news. I’m talking about his unholy love affair with Home Depot.
