To repay my little love bite, he leans down and runs his lips over my neck, scrapes the tips of his fangs against my skin. Back bowing, I arch off the bed and find his horns, pull him closer. Heat simmers beneath my skin, and magick sparks sharp and bright between us—glittering gold and embers, running through my veins like starlight.
Shimmering in theairlike starlight.
Just like back in the hotel, it’s as if the magick of our bond has been made tangible. A hundred golden threads tying us together.
I reach for my own magick and try to catch the end of one, try to tug it to see what will happen.
Callum groans.
“Did that… hurt?”
“No,” he says, still with a bit of a groan in his voice. “Do it again.”
I obey and watch his pupils dilate, almost taking over the crimson of his eyes.
“What is that?” he asks, fingers flexing on my hips, claws pricking against my skin. “What are you doing?”
“Just playing with these a little.” I raise one hand and run my fingers through the golden filaments surrounding us, marveling at them.
Callum marvels, too, even as his hands start exploring again. Mapping my waist, the curve of my spine, running higher over my back until he finds what he’s looking for.
He fiddles with the clasp of my bra for a few frustrated seconds before a warning growl rumbles in his chest.
“Figuring it out back there?”
Another growl, and I have to stifle a giggle. “If you don’t want it torn off, you’re going to have to help me.”
“No tearing, please,” I say as I reach behind my back and undo the clasp. “I don’t have any spares in my bag.”
Callum finishes the job, sliding it the rest of the way off me and tossing it over the side of the bed.
And then he lunges.
Arms wrapped around me, he uses one powerful beat of his wings to push us the rest of the way up the bed, until I’m nestled against the mound of soft, plush pillows. It feels like heaven, and even more heavenly is the demon above me who claims my lips, wedges himself between my spread thighs, lays his whole body on top of me as he kisses me thoroughly.
While he does, he grinds his hips against me, lets me feel how hard he is for me already.
It makes me crazed.
It makes me arch into him, meet his thrust with the press of my hips, angling so he hits just right, runs the length of himself over me until I moan into his mouth. The sound spurs him on, and he presses me deeper into the mattress, thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and all the sensation has a warm wave of pleasure rising deep from the bottom of my belly.
It’s all happening so fast.
Too fast, probably, but I manage to tear my lips from his and slow us down for at least a moment.
“Is there… is there anything…”
His eyes seek mine, his brow furrows, and he finds his words through breath coming as hard and fast as mine. “What are you trying to ask me, star?”
“Is there anything else you like? Right now, I mean. Is there anything… intimate, that we’re missing? Anything demons do that humans don’t?”
His gaze softens, and the small smile that turns up the corners of his lips makes my heart lurch.
“This is wonderful.”
I start to protest, and he lays a finger against my lips.
“This is wonderful, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. But maybe someday you’ll let me claim you in the demon way.”
