He growls in response and pushes me down, then covers my body with his. He renews his efforts to find every sensitive spot. His fingers brush my sides, making me shudder. I run my hands up his chest, then hook them behind his head. His lips melt into mine and I lose myself in his kiss.
Whatever happens after, at least I'll have this. I've spent my entire life toeing the line of being a good witch. I did myspellwork and attended coven meetings and followed the rules. Until I didn't. Until I decided to use a book I wasn't supposed to use. And summon a demon I wasn't supposed to summon. And form a connection I wasn't supposed to form.
I rip my mouth away, gasping for air. It's like he's stolen it from my lungs—my being, my soul, my very essence. Doesn't matter since I don't need to breathe. He'll be my sustenance. At least for now.
He kisses his way down my neck. There's a snap and my shirt disappears. I wonder whether he sent it into a void or my laundry basket. The thought vanishes under his touch. My mind empties as I run my hands up his sides, his shirt bunching as I do. The sharp tang of sulfur wafts past my nose and suddenly there's warm skin under my fingers.
I dig my nails into his dark flesh, and he seizes my wrists with his shadows. My arms end up over my head and a giggle spills from me. He growls and I notice the half-moon indents I left behind. They glow a deep orange as if the fire burning within him wants to escape. The marks dissolve slowly until only smooth obsidian skin remains.
“Do it again,” he demands huskily.
He grinds his hips into me and I whimper. His hold on my wrists doesn't loosen, making it impossible for me to obey his command.
“Omen,” I whine, yanking once more, and he chuckles.
“Something you need, little witch?”
I wiggle underneath him and he drops his lower half, pinning me in place. “If you keep teasing me…”
He snickers and his wings descend over us. I wrap my legs around his waist, desperately trying to get closer. The spark he's ignited inside me flares to life, my desire fanning the flames until I'm stuck in an inferno. He drags his fingertips along my flesh and my eyes flutter closed.
Omen murmurs something I can't quite hear. My whimpers drown out his words. It doesn't really matter. His touch is more than enough. He's driving me to the brink of oblivion and we don't even have our pants off yet.
I gasp when his lips wrap around my nipple and his tongue flicks the hardening bud. I spear my fingers into his hair when he switches to the other one. Horns form under my hands and I grip them tightly. He tries to pull away and I arch into his mouth. His chuckle rumbles through my chest.
“Greedy little witch, I see,” he murmurs.
I force his head back and narrow my gaze. “I've waited long enough for this. Stop. Teasing. Me.”
A single eyebrow pops up, and he licks his lips. “But I'm having so much fun. Have you been fantasizing about me?” The horns disappear from my hands. “Have you been dreaming about my cock?”
“You have a dirty mouth,” I wheeze.
His shadow fingers slide up my body, and I track their progress until I lose sight. They wrap around my throat. I may not be able to see them, but I can feel their warmth. Tiny licks of heat emanate from them, forcing a low moan from me.
“I'm a demon. There are plenty of dirty things I can do with my mouth.”
He makes good on his words, nipping his way down my body until he reaches my stomach. I lift my hips, silently begging him to do something,anything.He plays with the waistband, tucking a claw underneath and skimming across my skin. It wouldn't take much to slice clean through the material. My bottom lip slips between my teeth as I fixate on his movements.
His black eyes flash red and the material rips away from my body. More of his shadows brush my leggings away, leaving me bare underneath him. His own pants vanish, and I lick my lips.
I've spent the last six months with his cock starring in my dreams. The bars piercing through the top and wrapping around the shaft must have hurt. Maybe they're made of his magical shadows. Except they look hard. The thought has a giggle catching in my throat.
I reach out and run my finger along the metal by his tip. He sucks in a sharp breath and I smirk.
“Careful, witch. You're playing with fire. Literally.”
“I'm not afraid of getting burned.”
He snorts and I swear flames wick across his chest. One hand grips my waist and the other runs up my thigh. His gaze bores into mine and I swallow hard. I jolt when he swipes a finger between my legs and gathers the wetness. My eyes flutter shut as he strokes me into a frenzy. I'm not used to someone worshiping me the way he is.
He buries his face into my neck as his tip nudges against me. He slips in and I gasp, my back arching. Every time he touches me, I feel something stronger—deeper—somewhere in my soul. Everything is heightened beyond what I'm used to. It has to be because he's a demon. He brings out a side of me I didn't realize. My pleasure builds as his hands, his shadows, and his mouth glide across my skin. His length slips deeper and a moan echoes around us and I realize it's coming from me.
I dig my heels into his lower back, desperate to pull him closer. He rests his forehead against mine, twin flames flickering in his eyes.
“Please,” I whisper.
His low growl resonates through the air as he thrusts into me. My mouth parts and he seals our lips together. Every single bar sends shockwaves through my body as he pulls out slowly. Already I'm on the brink of an orgasm. I lock my ankles, and he surges into me once more.
