Lor’s shoulders slump with relief.
“Yes,” she replies. “Exactly that.”
“Sure, Lor.” I click my tongue against my teeth. “Whatever you need to tell yourself. Just as long as you don’t expect me to stop showing up and bringing you ice cream and going on rides together,” I say with a wink, ensuring she knows she won’t be rid of me that easily.
Lor scoffs. “I think you mean invading my space, stealing the wrong kind of ice cream, and stalking me.”
I grin.Oh, how good it feels to be seen.
Lor rolls her eyes, twisting her mouth to hold in a laugh I’m dying to hear.
Then our gazes connect again and I let the smile slip from my face as I take her in. Tangled silver hair and shirt askew with kiss-swollen lips and a hickey on her neck. She’s divine perfection, and I haveone shotwith her. To convince her we’re more than “just this once.”
My demon perks up, ready to win over our goddess, and I let my demonic urges to the forefront, allowing them to peek out more than usual. Lor’s eyes widen at the look on my face as I lean over her, invading her space again.
I run my nose up her neck, closing my eyes and inhaling her clean, lightly floral scent deep into my lungs, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her collarbone. Then I stand, ignore her surprised shriek when I scoop her into my arms, and march to her bedroom.
Lor wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her, and her mouth latches onto my neck. She tortures me with her tongue, the most delicious curl of heat building in my abdomen fromher teasing. I grunt when she nips my jaw, then feel the satisfied smirk of her lips against my neck. She wants to play?
Excellent.
I toss her onto the bed, admiring her boobs bouncing in her tight crop top, then I quickly follow. I snag her thin shorts with one finger and call to my power, singing a line straight down and tearing the remnants from her skin. Lor’s shriek is one of outrage this time.
“What the fuck did you just do?” she yells, her eyes burning with indignation and no small amount of desire.
I cackle. She’s perfect.
Lor’s lip lifts in a snarl and she narrows her eyes, but I’m faster. I cover her body with mine and steal her lips in another kiss. The rigid set of her muscles softens beneath me, though she spears a hand into my hair and fists it. I welcome the sting, and I don’t hide it as an appreciative moan rumbles up my throat.
“Heathen,” Lor says, her lips whispering against mine.
“Demon,” I correct, pulling back to take in the gorgeous, disheveled state of her beneath me.
Her lips are parted, and red marks line her throat and collarbone. Her hair is a riot of silver across the sheets, and her breasts heave with every breath she sucks in. I trail the back of my knuckles along the curve of her jaw and she shivers, a hint of insecurity stealing into her gaze.
I can’t have that. Insecurity has no place here inside my stunning creature.
“You’re more beautiful than I have words for,” I say.
Lor scoffs and turns her head away, but I catch the faint pink creeping into her cheeks. I trace my fingers down her neck, across her chest to the neckline of her shirt. I start to heat my finger again as I pull at it, ready to burn her tiny top off like I did her shorts, when she swats my hand away.
“Nuh-uh,” she says, a scowl thinning her pretty lips. “No ripping. I like this top.”
Great, now my demon wants to steal it for himself.
I move both hands to the hem and slip it over her head, then shove the urge to pocket it into the recesses of my mind. Her breasts spill free; she wasn’t wearing a bra, and now she’s clad in only tiny black panties.
My dick strains against the seam of my pants, begging to set free, but I hold back. If she’s being truthful about only once, I’m going to make the most of it. This will be the best sex of her life.
Lor reaches for my pants, but I back up. I slide her up the bed as I lower myself down her body, dropping kisses and sucking a mark into the side of one breast before rolling my tongue around her nipple. Lor’s hands tangle in my hair again as she gasps, arching into my mouth. I grin against her, plumping her other breast in my palm as I tease. I want to taste every inch of this woman for as long as she’ll let me.
I turn my head and snag the inside of her wrist with my lips, sucking and licking that too as I make my way down to her navel.
“Fuck,” Lor hisses, her muscles tensing beneath me.
I drag my nose along the crease where her thigh meets her lower stomach, then slip her panties down her legs. Her skin is the softest I’ve ever felt, and I never want to stop touching her. Her hands fist in the sheets, one next to her head and the other by her hip, like she wants to reach for me again but won’t let herself.
We’ll just have to see about that.
