My hands did some roaming of their own, tracing down Sagitta’s back and resting on his hips. He wasn’t as outwardlymuscular as me, but he was no flabby wimp, either. I felt the sinewy muscle beneath his shirt clear as day—firm and subtle, almost feline.
Sagitta pulled away from the kiss, breathless and flushed.
“As much as I love making out in the kitchen, maybe we should take this elsewhere?” he suggested.
I could’ve kept going. Hell, I could’ve boned down right there against the fridge. But I was at Sagitta’s whim.
“You’re the expert,” I teased.
He grunted and tightened his grip on my drawstrings. “Let it be clear that I’ve never fucked a demon out of a client before. So no, I’m not an expert.”
I shuddered. It was wonderfully, unexpectedly hot to hear him talk dirty.
“You’re gonna...?” I was too dazed to say the rest.
His black eyes flashed. “Would you like that?”
I nodded, dizzy with anticipation. With him, I was down for literally anything. I had never felt so open-minded with a partner before. I trusted him. I wanted to please him. Hell, I’d get on all fours and walk around like a dog if he preferred that.
“I do,” I rasped. “I’d like anything you do to me.”
Sagitta huffed. As his hand trailed down my cheek, his thumb brushed against my lips in a way that made my cock ache.
“Are you always this willing to hand over your agency?” he asked. “Maybe that’s why you were an easy target for that demon.”
I arched a brow. “Hey, just because I’m obedient for you doesn’t mean I’m like this for everyone.”
Sagitta’s mouth quirked in amusement. “You weren’t obedient when I told you to grab the black book.”
“You’re really gonna bring that up now?”
His hands slipped beneath my hoodie. “You could’ve avoided possession if you’d listened to me, is all I’m saying.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
I grinned. “How ‘bout you avoidthis?”
I dug my fingers into his hips, ready to flip him around so our positions were reversed, but Sagitta was faster. He nimbly ducked away, slipped behind me, and yanked back my hood.
“Ow! Hey!” I cried.
“You were saying?”
I wriggled out of his hold and lunged at him with a playful growl. He ducked and weaved, showing off his fluid agility and years of practical combat experience. He made me feel slow and weak, which was both annoying and impressive.
“Do you want to fight, or do you want to fuck?” Sagitta asked.
“Now that you got me riled up? Kinda both.”
“Then come and get me.”
Sagitta leapt away, showing off that feline grace as he taunted me to hunt him down. My apartment was small, so there wasn’t much space to tussle, but it still kindled a fire in me.
As I ran for him, I heard a flamboyant shriek of delight in my head.
“How sweet. The boys are play-fighting! Oh, I just love to see it!” Faust crooned.
