Heart pounding, I gripped the sheets and clung on tight when he thrusted deep inside me with an intensity that left me reeling. His hunger for me lit that fire inside me again, and another ache of need pulsed between my legs.
He wound his fingers around my hair and yanked back my head. Stars dotted my eyes. I’d never been more turned on in my life. Before, we’d just had sex. This was something else entirely. He was claiming me, putting his mark on me. This was fucking and making love all mixed up as one.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he panted, tightening his grip on my hair.
“I’m yours, Az,” I whispered back.
His thrusts deepened, his cock sliding against my slick walls. I moaned as he slammed against the back of me. I wanted more. I was so close. I could barely stand another second without more of him inside of me. Tightening around him, I rocked back my hips.
Az let out a roar that shook the entire room. He came inside of me, and the tremors of his release tipped me over the edge. My climax shuddered through me, harder than the last. Ears roaring, I gripped the sheets and held on until it passed.
We both slumped against the bed, tangled together. His heartbeat pounded against my ear when I rested my cheek on his chest.
“So,” I whispered after a moment had passed. “I guess I’m going back to New York with you.”
He chuckled. “You better. Or I might have to spank you.”
My cheeks burned. “I wouldn’t mind a little spanking.”
“Mia.”
I shifted my head to meet his gaze. “Yes?”
“I meant what I said. Never do something like this again.”
“Alright,” I whispered. “I won’t. I just have to ask one question.”
His fingers traced soft circles along my back. “Of course you do. Go ahead.”
I slid my hand up his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was steady and sure, unlike my own. Now that my focus was back on New York, the overwhelming nerves had come back to me. If only everything else could be as easy as this.
“What are we going to do about Lucifer?”
“Well.” He sighed. “First, no one is going to Hell.”
“And second?”
“I don’t know what the second part is yet,” he admitted.
“That is not very reassuring, you know.”
“I know.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll return to New York. We’ll make a plan. And then we’ll go from there.”
I nodded, understanding at once what he meant. “One day at a time.”
“One fight at a time.”
27
“Mia.” Caim swept me up into his arms, and his dark hair tickled my cheek. “You’re never allowed to leave like that again. Do you hear me?”
“I’m sorry,” I eked out as he crushed me against his chest. “I was just trying to do the right thing and save you from the flamey burning place.”
He chuckled, a familiar sound that warmed my heart. “Well, your little stunt did one thing. It convinced Az to fight back. So, maybe it was the right thing to do after all.”
“From what I heard, you weren’t very keen to fight either.” Slowly, he lowered me to my feet.
He ruffled his hair. “You’re right. And that’s not like me. But I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. Only a temporary lapse in judgement, that’s all. It isn’t in our blood to give up. No matter what this world throws at us, we have to keep fighting.”
