Chapter 22
Joseline
Tobias freezes, his eyes locked so intently with mine that it feels like he's reaching into my soul, searching for something.
Sincerity? Fear?A complete lack of self preservation?
Then, his fingers slowly untangle from my hair, but he doesn't move away. He stays just as close, our chests touching.
“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” His voice is a low growl that vibrates through every inch of me.
“I know what I’m asking,” I assure him, even though I’m not sure at all. Yes, I’m eager to see what’s hidden beneath his clothes—what’s hiding behind that mask—but everythingelse…
I’m not even sure what there is to be afraid of, aside from the demon standing in front of me. Flack from the band? Concerts being even more awkward than they already are? Actually getting hurt?
The unknown has my stomach turning.
I swallow hard, trying to think logically, but it’s all lost to the heartbeat pounding between my thighs.
“Tell me you want me to stay,” he demands.
“I want you to stay.” My answer comes too easily. I'm surprised I don’t have a snarky comment ready, but the moment is too sincere, too vulnerable for sarcasm. If I piss him off, he’ll leave, and that’s the last thing I want. For now, I want him to stay right here.
“That whatever happens tonight has no consequence,” he goes on. “And after I leave, it’ll be like nothing happened.”
Great, the demon wants a one-night stand. I can handle that; it’s not like I’m looking for anything more.Especially not with this asshole.
“I'd be disappointed if you felt otherwise.” I put on my smuggest smile.
He chuckles darkly and takes a step back, putting space between us. My stomach lurches. For a moment, I think he might leave. He's watching me, intensity burning in his eyes, like he's at war with himself.
Then he reaches for his mask, and my heart slams into my throat.
As he pulls it off, I hold my breath, drinking in every inch of skin that’s exposed. It’s navy blue and purple, swirling together like a starless night sky. Black hairfalls over his eyes, his pointed ears and angular features making him look almost ethereal. Silver piercings in his eyebrow and lip shine against his skin, and dark horns appear, curling toward the back of his head.
Somehow, he looks nothing and everything like I imagined.
And goddamn is he fine.
My shock must be evident on my face because a knowing smile lifts the corner of his mouth.
“Last chance,” he warns, tossing his mask aside.
My insides squirm as I study his stunning features, wondering what the rest of him looks like. At the thought, my pussy flutters, and I know I’m done for.
“I want you to stay,” I repeat, my voice not much more than a whisper. “Just tonight. Just for a while.”
On my next breath, Tobias’ mouth crashes against mine, his lips moving eagerly like his last thread of restraint has just snapped. He chases my tongue with his and my knees go weak. His movements are sure, purposeful, perfect. Like he knows exactly what it'll take to make me lose my mind.
My body is on fire, and we’re still wearing all our clothes.
Fuck. I want to be naked right now.
My hands snake up over his shoulders, locking behind his neck. He dips to grab me by the thighs, and before I can protest, he lifts me with ease. I scream against his mouth when the floor disappears from beneath me. I’m not light and not delusional enough to think otherwise. But this demon just lifted me like it was… easy?
And now I’m certain I’m so wet that it’s soaking into the front of his shirt, but if he notices he doesn’t say anything. He walks me over to the bed and lays me down with impossible grace. His muscle-packed body settles between my thighs and I whimper.
“It’s fair to warn you,” he says, dropping to kiss his way around my throat. “My cock is probably a little different than what you’re used to.”
