And judging by the way his breathing changed slightly near my neck,he was losing composure too. Good. I tilted my head back just enough to look at him properly. “You know, this would probably be less overwhelming if you weren’t built like a supernatural problem.”
His mouth brushed the side of my throat softly.
“That sounded like flirting.”
“It was criticism.”
“You’re terrible at criticism.”
Then his teeth grazed lightly beneath my jaw and every coherent thought in my brain died. Okay, that was unfair. My fingers tightened instinctively against his coat while his hand spread across my stomach, holding me firmly against him like he’d already decided letting me go again wasn’t happening tonight.
“You are catastrophically distracting,” he murmured quietly against my skin.
“That sounds familiar.”
“My brother was absolutely correct.”
“The worst sentence you’ve ever spoken.”
A low laugh escaped him softly against my throat before he turned me around.Fast enough that I barely caught my balance before his hands landed firmly at my hips again. Squeezing painfully enough for me to forget all our distance. His gaze dropped briefly toward my mouth before lifting back to my eyes again.
“Tell me to stop.”
The words came low and rough enough to send heat straight through me.I stared at him for one second longer. Then stepped closer until my body pressed directly against his again to feel him properly.
“No.”
Something in his expression snapped completely after that.His hand slid sharply into my hair before he kissed me hard enoughto push me backward against the edge of the wardrobe again. Messy this time. More desperate. Like every ounce of tension between us had finally become impossible to contain.
I kissed him back just as hard because honestly? I’d been losing my mind too.
His body pressed fully against mine while one of my hands grabbed his collar hard enough to pull him even closer. The kiss deepened instantly after that, all heat and frustration and weeks of almost-touching finally collapsing into something dangerous.
The room felt too warm. Or maybe that was just him.My demon made a rough sound low in his throat when I pulled at his hair again, and the reaction alone nearly ruined me. Then his hands slid lower, gripping my thighs hard enough to lift me effortlessly against him.
The movement startled a breathless sound out of me. His eyes darkened instantly at the noise.
“Oh,” he said softly. “You like that.”
“That sounded smug.”
“You’re sitting in my hands right now.”
God.
I hated him.
Unfortunately I needed him painfully now. My legs tightened instinctively around his waist while his grip stayed firm against my thighs, holding me perfectly against him like the position belonged there naturally. And the tension between us became significantly worse.Because now every tiny movement mattered. Every breath. Every shift is closer. Every rough kiss. Hisforehead pressed briefly against mine while both of us tried and failed to breathe normally.
“This,” he murmured quietly, “is significantly harder than I imagined.”
“You’re literally a demon prince.”
“Yes.”
“You’re supposed to have self-control.”
“That was before I dreamt about you climbing into my lap painfully for weeks .”
