Karina brought me back to the here and now, with her in my arms. The last few days had been so perfect.Too perfect.The darkness in me didn’t trust it—this feeling she created inside me.
“Hmm?”
“Take care of it for me,” she whispered.
“Of what?”
“My heart.”
Fuck everything else.
My lips collided with hers in that next instant, the urge to consume her whole possessing me.
She froze for a second—scratch that—half a second before she melted against me. Her arms snaked up to my neck, pulling me closer to her. My hands dropped to her ass, squeezed her flesh. A groan came from me as the need to claim her became stronger. Her lips fought against mine for dominance, and mytongue danced with hers, her taste overthrowing all other logic. I pressed my aching erection against her, letting her know just fucking crazy she made me.
“Say ‘yes’ again for me, baby,” I demanded, trailing bites and kissed down the column of her neck. “Angel, give your demon consent.”
“Always,” she rasped, her nails gliding over my head. “Yes.”
Chapter Seventeen
Kay
My demon slammed me against the nearest wall, a needy growl releasing from his throat. "Say it again,” he begged into my neck, his teeth latching onto my skin. I welcomed the sting, hissing as I arched into him.
“Yes, Col,” I breathed, my hands running over his head.
“Fuck,” he growled, coming back up to claim my mouth. He bent, shoving the fabric of my dress up as his hands found my ass. He lifted me, and my legs wrapped around him without a second thought as his tongue danced with mine. His rock-hard erection pressed into my bare core, earning a plea from me, sending waves of heat up my spine.
“You want this cock, baby?” he rasped against my lips.
I whimpered for him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I began to move up and down, using my thighs. The fabric of his slacks rubbed against my clit. The number of times I'd came on this man’s pants—I needed to buy him new ones. He aided me in my search for pleasure, his forehead against mine as we watched our bodies.
“Say it, Karina.”
There was a new kind of desperation in his voice that caused me to halt my movements. I pulled back to look at him, and I sucked in a breath. His eyes were filled with anguish, those ice walls fully melted, allowing me to see my Col for the first time in years.
“Hi there, handsome,” I croaked, my heart crying out in victory as my hands cupped his face.
His hips pressed me into the wall, holding me there as his hands buried themselves in my hair so he could stare into me. That beautiful, tormented face looked at me, studied me, as if he was trying to memorize this moment, to brand it into his memory forever. “I can’t—I won’t. I hurt you, Karina. I—” he said furiously, stumbling over his words.
I knew that anger wasn’t toward me.
“I want this, Col. I want you. There is nowhere I would rather be,” I whispered, kissing him again. He pulled away, unsure. “Take me, Collin,” I said, stroking his cheekbone as my other hand snaked in between us, my eyes never leaving his.
The anger in his eyes diminished as I shoved my hand inside his slacks, fisting him for the first time. I moaned at the size of him. He was thick, soft to the touch, and yet hard as steel…everything I'd imagined. “I am so wet for you, Col. You're the only man who can get me wet. You make me ache for you,” I rasped as I stroked him.
His pupils dilated, his jaw hardened, his fingers gripping my hair tighter as he fought himself. I placed soft, quick kisses all over his face before finding his ear.
“Claim me, Col. I’m yours.”
With a growl, he released my hair, bringing my mouth to his as I continued to stroke his length.
He moaned in my mouth—raw.Real. My pussy quivered at the sound.
Our tongues danced, finding a new rhythm—our rhythm—as his hand yanked down the top of my dress, freeing my heavy breasts. My nipples were peaked and ready for him. A rough hand covered my left breast, squeezing roughly as he shuddered, thrusting his hips up as my hand fucked him. Twisting, stroking. My thumb swiped over his head, the bead of his arousal soaking it. I spread it over him, lubing his cock up before stroking him slowly. With a groan, he released my mouth and drove for my chest, his lips wrapping around a nipple.
“Ahh,” I breathed, wrapping an arm around his neck. He alternated back and forth between my breasts, showering them with attention, kisses, and nibbles.
