Malcolm chuckles softly, helping me undo the clasp before shimmying out of his own pants. Then we're skin to skin, and I'm overwhelmed by the heat of him, the undeniable buzz of his tattoos against my flesh.
"Elysia," he breathes, lining himself up between my thighs. "Are you sure about this?"
In answer, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until his cock is pressed against my entrance. "I've never been more sure of anything."
With a groan, Malcolm pushes into me, slowly, carefully. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, and for a moment, we're perfectly still, savoring the feeling while my pussy adjusts to his size.
Then Malcolm begins to move, and coherent thought becomes impossible. There's only the pressure building low in my stomach, the sparks of pleasure radiating from every point of contact between us. My wings unfurl of their own accord, spreading across the bed as waves of ecstasy wash over me.
Malcolm sets a slow, torturous pace, his hips rolling against mine in a sensual rhythm. I cling to him, nails raking down his back as I lift my hips to match his movements. The pain in mywings fades to a dull throb, overcome by the pleasure coursing through my body.
"Malcolm," I plead, arching into him. "Faster, please..."
He obliges, picking up the pace. The room fills with the sound of our gasps and moans, accentuated by the crackling energy of Malcolm's tattoos. They glow brighter with each thrust, casting shadows on the walls.
Malcolm's lips find my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear. I throw my head back, giving him better access as he pounds into me. It’s too much. I’m going to come again.
"Elysia," Malcolm groans against my skin. "You’re so fucking tight."
His words send a shiver down my spine. I wrap my legs more sturdily around his waist, urging him deeper. "Come with me," I pant. "Don't stop until we come together."
Malcolm's thrusts become more erratic as he nears his peak. He slips a hand between us, his fingers finding just the right spot to send me spiraling over the edge. I cry out as pleasure takes over, my wings spreading wide and trembling with the force of my release mixing with his. Malcolm empties himself inside of me, using my pussy to milk himself until there’s nothing left.
He collapses beside me, immediately pulling my body tight against his as we find our way back to reality.
We lie tangled in sheets that smell of lust and lightning, my head on his chest as he traces patterns on my bare shoulder. Shadow appears from wherever she'd been hiding during the chaos, jumping onto the bed with an accusing meow.
Malcolm chuckles, the sound rumbling under my ear. "Oh, now you show up?"
"She has good timing," I say, reaching out to scratch behind her velvety ears. "We’re safe now."
But even as I say it, I know it's not true. The bodies on the floor, the demons who will come looking for their missing soldiers, the fundamental wrongness of what we are to each other—none of that has changed. We're in more danger now than ever.
Malcolm's arms tighten around me, as if sensing my thoughts. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"I know." And I do know, with a certainty that should frighten me. This man who was meant to be my executioner has become my protector, feeling more like a sanctuary than a member of Hell. "But what about you? They'll know it was you who killed them."
"Let them come." His voice is hard. "I've killed for duty before. Now I'll kill for something that matters."
I push up on an elbow to look at him, studying the fierce protectiveness in his expression. "We barely know each other."
"I know enough." He cups my face in his hand, thumb stroking my cheek. "I know you're stronger than anyone who tried to break you. I know you see beauty in things others would call monstrous. I know that when you smile, it feels like a sunrise in my chest."
Tears burn behind my eyes at the raw honesty in his voice. I’m careful as I lean toward his lips, making sure I don’t stretch my back too far and re-injure my slow-healing wings. "And when did you decide to become a poet?" I tease, then press a soft kiss to his lips.
"About the time a fallen angel came crashing into my life." His smile fades slightly, and his tone changes. "We should leave. Tonight. I have a safe house in the mountains where?—"
"Tomorrow," I whisper against his lips. "Let's have tonight. No one will come looking for them until late tomorrow anyway. We’ve got time."
He hesitates, searching my eyes for reassurance, then nods. "Tomorrow then."
I settle back against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Shadow curls up against my hip, purring contentedly. Outside, a wolf howls at the rising moon, wild and free andunafraid.
Perhaps that's what we are now—wild things, breaking free of the cages Heaven and Hell built for us.
I drift off to sleep in the arms of my demon, feeling like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
Chapter 6
