“Yes,” I pleaded. His fingers stroked my clit slowly to drive me insane.
“Does she need to be filled by her demon?”
God. “Col,” I moaned as he shoved a finger inside of me. He cursed under his breath, pulling back to watch me as he brought me to my peak. In and out. Over and over. He held my hair tightly in his fist, keeping me in place.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he cooed as he added another finger, stretching me. I cried out his name, and my hand fell, gripping his shoulders. He shoved his knee higher between my legs, giving me support. Good, because I was about to collapse from pleasure. He began trailing kisses up and down my neck once more, the palm of his hand rubbing my clit. His harsh breath, his muscles, his skin, his scent. The window. It was all too much.
I was gone. “Oh,Col!”
“Yes, baby. That’s it,” he praised, pulling out of me and repositioning us. I didn’t even have time to suck in a breath before he plunged his thick cock into my spasming core. I screamed his name as my legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him as my climax surged. He didn’t let up. He didn’t give me a chance to recover.
He justfucked.
My skin slapped against his as the wet sounds our bodies made echoed throughout the room. His hands tightened on my ass, and my legs quivered around him. I sought out his lips infrenzied desperation as I tried to hold on to him. He was fucking me without an ounce of control, slamming into me over and over.
His grunts matched my moans, kisses became labored breaths. I dropped my head back against the glass, and my eyes fluttered closed.
“Look at you, my angel. My men are down in the yard, and you're against this window, taking every inch of my cock,” he grunted, bringing a single hand to my throat. “So fucking beautiful, Karina.”
“I—ah!”
He hummed in approval before ducking down, taking my nipple into his mouth. Pleasure coursed through me like lightning. His arms tightened around me, protecting me. Tears formed in my eyes as I looked to the ceiling. My Col was inside of me, his arms around me, his walls destroyed. He offered himself to me, scars, mistakes, darkness and all. His cock was hitting the same spot over and over, and my body began to shake as another climax began to build.
“I love you,” I breathed, holding his head near my heart. I didn’t care if he didn’t say it back. I needed to say it while he was inside me. He knew I loved him, but I needed the words to be in the air before I left.
Before everything changed.
He yanked away from me, rising to his full height as his thrusts slowed. I said it again, a breathless whisper. My demon groaned my name as he kissed me. He kissed me softly at first, and then it grew into something more intense, his body telling me what he couldn’t. It was all-consuming. It was ground-breaking. It was my light clashing, blending with his darkness, creating something words couldn’t describe.
He loved me.
We both knew it, but he didn’t have the strength to admit it. Not yet. Perhaps not ever, and I couldn’t blame him for that. Because in the end, words were just words. His body was telling me everything that I needed to know.
“You are the only one,” he rasped as I came undone for him, my back arched against the window, my nails digging into his shoulders.
You are the only one.
Maybe that was his “I love you.”
Collin growled, his fingers digging into me as he thrust this cock into me three more times as he spilled inside me, holding my eyes. “You filled with me. That’s all I want. Every day for the rest of my days, Karina.”
“Look at me,” he demanded, warmth lingered on the tail end of his voice. I turned to him, smiling as he cupped my face.
Collin had an image to protect, especially out in public. He had to come off as the harsh, unrelenting, cold man he had always been in the underworld. That was what he was known for, and that was how it would stay. He was only soft when it came to me. He told me that, out in public, from now on, he would have to be a bit cold to me until he had complete loyalty.
If his enemies found out about me…
I shuddered at the thought.
I could play the part. For now.
We were at the airstrip in Chicago. He ordered me a jet for the short flight down to St. Louis, and he would be taking his jet to New York. Xander was with us, standing off to the side by Col’s Audi, his eyes scanning each member of the flight crew as they entered the plane.
It was small, but comfortable.
Collin and I stood at the base of the stairs.
“Who owns you?” His voice was harsh, but it was only for show.
