A Nephilim is burning. How the hell did the Nephilim get here?
And right in front of it, on his knees with his back toward me, is Oziel.
Oziel’s body is on fire too; blue flames lick at his skin. Unlike the Nephilim, Oziel isn’t burning. No, his flames cling to him, waiting for their next move, as if he is their master. I suppose he is. I’ve seen many facets of my husband, but never have I seen him look so…like a demon.
Perhaps I should be scared. My pulse races, but not out of fear. Out of a carnal need residing deep in my soul.
“Oziel.”
My voice is the hammer that shatters the glass. Oziel’s flames leave him, replaced by his familiar shadows. He stands, turning slowly. His once pristine suit is slightly charred and untucked. What are normally gold eyes are a bright, crimson red. His body is pulled to mine. It’s not so much a walk as it is a glide.
“Isabelle,” he purrs, his voice not entirely his own because he doesn’t seem to be in control of himself. Too gruff and deep, a sound that goes straight to my clit.
I’m enjoying this far too much. Probably not the reaction I should have to my husband just single-handedly taking down a Nephilim—and I still don’t know how it got in here.
“I’m here. I’m safe. You’re safe.” I speak the words to know they are true.
Oziel closes the space between us, reaching for me, his hand going around my neck in a tight grip and pulling me to his chest. I don’t argue, just let myself be pulled. Maybe he needs to feel me just as much as I need to feel him.
“Oziel, I—” My words are swallowed by his lips.Harsh, punishing lips claim my mouth. I’ve no other option but to submit.
The moment my lips part, Oziel’s tongue possesses my mouth. I moan, or he does. I’m not certain anymore. I kiss him back with just as much frenzy, realizing for the first time just how truly fearful I was of losing him. I never wanted to get this hung up on some guy.
But Oziel has proven himself not to besomeguy.
He’s a demon king. He’s crude, rough and frequently infuriating. But he’s also passionate, loyal, and gentle when he wants to be. He knows my darkness, but instead of running away from it, he embraces it. Letsmeembrace it. I’ve never been a conventional woman, always attracted to the wrong thing, but Oziel doesn’t feel wrong.
He feels right.
“I want you, Wife.” His deep purr makes me shiver.
My body is already hot with need for him. Oziel still isn’t himself. He’s dirty and bloody. More demon than I have ever seen him, and yet I’ve never wanted him more. I think he needs me to feel grounded and to gain back his self-control. There’s still so much pent-up energy within him, begging to be let out. Begging for an outlet.
“Take me.” My voice is breathy, far needier than I intend. That seems to please Oziel. The corners of his lips pull into a sinister smile, and I know this man is about to ruin me. He squeezes my neck, and I gasp, arching into his touch.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down and licking a line from my ear to my neck. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but wetness pools between my thighs. With hishead still close to my neck, he shouts for the guards behind us, the ones I nearly forgot were here. “Dispose of the body.” His demand is met with affirmatives from his guards.
Oziel pays them little mind. His shadows wrap around us, caressing my skin like silk. The world around us fades away, and everything goes quiet. A moment later, the shadows disperse, leaving us completely, and Oziel stumbles, clearly using up the last of his reserve power. We’re no longer in the ballroom, but rather the shower chambers. No one else is in here, which is good because, while Oziel may be fine with public sex, I’m not certain I’m there yet.
“Such a fucking beautiful dress,” he says before flicking his hand and removing my dress without touching me. Perhaps he had a little more shadow magic left in him.
“Nice trick,” I say breathlessly.
Oziel does the same to himself, and soon he stands before me in all his naked glory. His body tightens, and my gaze lowers to his hard cock pressing against his stomach. His eyes drink me in, and he circles me like a lion stalking a little lamb. A shiver goes down my spine because Oziel’s monster is out. And his focus is on one thing and one thing only:
Me.
Chapter 30
Isabelle
The next moment, my back hits the wall, knocking the breath out of me. Pain shoots down my spine from the force of it, but I barely register it because Oziel’s lips are on mine. He’s claiming me from the inside out, searing his presence into my body, as if every minute not kissing me is torturous for him.
A low hum from the shower heads above is the only warning before warm water douses us, heating my body to an almost uncomfortable level. Oziel wraps my hair around his hand, tugging me back. The pull is the perfect amount of pain and pleasure I crave, and the bastard knows it. How this demon knows what my body needs after such a short amount of time, I’ll never know. It was as if he was made for my pleasure and I his.
“I thought I lost you.” His voice is gruff and not entirely his own. He’s far more demon than he is man, still not in control of his body. If I were a smart woman, I’d do anything in my power to push him away. But myfucking horny body can’t stand the thought of leaving him right now.
“You didn’t lose me, Oziel. I’m right here.” My hand reaches up to caress his cheek, and the other one moves to stroke his horn. A lustful sigh leaves his lips, eyes closing as he leans into my touch. This is dangerous territory. We both know how this is going to end. With me leaving him once my role here is done. It’s what I want…
