He slips the tip into me and rolls his hips.I squirm underneath him, trying to force him deeper. A low whine echoes between us, and he chuckles.
“You brought this on yourself,” I gasp. “Why amIthe one being punished?”
He picks his head up, and sparks crackle across his skin. “Touché. Should I reward you instead?”
I nod my head, my breath coming in sharp gasps. If he doesn’t move soon, I’ll shatter into a million pieces, left bereft and wanting. I don’t think I’ve craved anything more in my life.
He hums, then pulls away, and I let out a choked sob. As he crawls off the bed, I reach between my legs once more. Touching myself again won’t ease the ache swirling inside me. It’ll have to be enough if he’s hellbent on edging me. Because I don’t thinkthis is anything other than that. He won’t truly walk away. He’s finally convinced me that no matter what happens, he’ll be there. It’s a scary enough thought, I shove it from my mind and focus on my fingers inching toward my clit.
He grabs my wrist and my gaze snaps to his. He shakes his head, then growls, “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
I tip my chin up, which is awkward enough while lying down. “Make me wait and I’ll take care of it myself.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and a hint of possessiveness flashes in his black eyes. Purple bleeds into them, washing away the edge.
“If you insist, I’ll be forced to do something drastic.” He leans over me and presses a kiss to my inner wrist. “You’ve been warned.”
He places my hand above my head, his gaze traveling down my body, and he licks his bottom lip. He drops his hold and turns on his heel. When he prowls toward the nightstand, I reach between my legs again. Thunder rumbles and the lights flicker around us. He’s still digging around in a drawer, and I bite my lip.
Just before my fingers brush my clit, shadows seize my wrists and force both my hands above my head. They wrap around my ankles, leaving me spreadeagle on the bed. No, not shadows—storm clouds. He’s using his magic to keep me in line.
“Well played, sir,” I whisper as I tug at the restraints. They’re buried into the mattress with little give.
He spins around, holding up a strip of fabric. “Didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?”
I attempt to shrug yet end up flopping awkwardly as the magic restraints tighten around my wrists. He tilts his head and scans my body. A thrill runs down my spine, and heat pools in my gut. I swallow hard, trying to stay still. My skin tingles in anticipation, though he makes no move to touch me.
He lets the fabric brush along my leg, and goosebumps erupt across my flesh. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I glance at his hard cock. “I’ve got an inkling.”
He chuckles, and I jolt when the end of the strip sweeps between my legs. After two orgasms, I thought I’d be drained and ready for a shower. Instead, I’m clinging to the edge of a cliff, desperate for him to take me.I hate to admit it, but Percy was right—demons are exceptional in the sack.
As he towers over me, his horns poking from his dark hair, I should be intimidated. With Dimitri, though, I feel safer than I ever have. It’s as if I’m right where I’m supposed to be, and that scares me more than anything else.
A crack of lightning snaps my focus back to him. “What’s the fabric for?”
“I thought about blindfolding you. Except I’m particular to watching those stunningly exquisite eyes roll back in your head when you come all over my cock.” He drops the cloth on my stomach, then smirks. “I do believe you’ve waited long enough.”
More dark clouds gather along the ceiling and the lights wink out, plunging us into darkness. A nervous laugh leaves me, and I flinch when his fingers trail along my leg. Lightning flickers through the room, escalating the higher he moves up my body. With every flash, I get a clearer view of him, his cracked skin revealing the deep purple underneath. His forked tongue has retreated, and I almost ask for it again. When his wings burst from his back, though, a shudder hits me hard.
“As much as I like you spread out for me, I need—” He grabs my waist and flips me onto my stomach. He tugs until my feet hit the floor and I tilt my head to the side.The clouds around my wrists embed into the bed once more, keeping me in place.
“Dimitri,” I growl, and he chuckles, leaning over me.
“You wanted a reward, but your teasing drove me to the brink, spitfire. So scream all you want. In fact, I prefer it,especially if it’s my name. I’ll be having my fun now. Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
He straightens and waits—for my compliance, my consent, my desire to continue. If I told him to stop, that it was too much, I have no doubt he would. He’d cradle me against him, probably apologizing for going too far. Except this isn’t too far. It’s not nearly far enough. It plays into every fantasy I’ve had since I realized what I wanted.
I shuffle my feet apart, and something slithers underneath my belly. I pick my head up, trying to see, and he slides his fingers in my hair and forces my face into the mattress.
“Don’t worry about that. Just a little magic to keep you right where I want you. Ready, spitfire?”
There’s no waiting for an answer this time. He plunges into me, and a muffled scream erupts around us. Pleasure courses over me as he thrusts into me hard and fast. My orgasm careens closer, then hovers just out of reach. I push back as much as the restraints allow, and he groans. When I clench around his length, he slows. I cry out, this time in frustration.
He grazes his fingers along my skin as if he’s memorizing every dip, every hollow, every mark. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then my cheek. When he releases my hair, I turn my head and inhale deeply. Gone is the desperation—the claiming of my body—from seconds ago.
He whispers promises into my flesh—vows of devotion and desire. A whimper escapes me, though whether it’s his words or the shallow thrusts, I’m not sure. Maybe both.
