The rightness of their bodies together pulsed through his entire being.Divine bliss.The ache in his heart, the nagging need to be as close as possible to her, was finally sated.
That rightness sung in his veins, a melody that was at once familiar but altogether foreign.A memory of something he’d never experienced, but his body knew.His heart knew.The empty pit where his soul used to reside was filled and made whole by her touch, her gasps, her eyes locked on his as they turned red with need and desire.
I’d give you everything I have.My soul if I had it.Do you want my heart?It’s already yours.Take everything.I don’t need anything as long as I have you.
He couldn’t speak the words aloud, too lost in her touch.In her fingernails digging into his back, and her tongue twining with his, and his cock buried deep inside her warm wetness.
“Skye, baby,” Remi choked out.He was close.He could feel it moving through his body.The pleasure building inside him.He reached down, snaking a hand between them until his middle finger found her clit and circled, gentle and easy.Her body clenched and quivered around his cock.
The red of her powers overtook her eyes, and the sparkle of magic blinked around them.
“Yes,” she said, chanting the word until her face scrunched up and she spasmed around him, moaning his name as her body squeezed his dick, the little tremors inducing his own orgasm.His brain was mush, filled only with the mantra ofmine, mine, mineechoing in his head.
“Yours,” Skye whispered, kissing his face after Remi collapsed on top of her.He must have been saying it out loud.“Yours,” she repeated, staring into his eyes.It felt like a promise.
Remi tightened his arms around her body.He wasn’t ever going to be able to let her go.She filled in the cracks, the missing pieces of him.She was part of his very being.He’d never be free of her.He never wanted to be free again.
He swallowed down the words that wanted to burst free, and instead, tried to sigh out the tension of holding back the truth twisting through him.Remi kissed her forehead.“All mine.”
It was the truth.Just not the whole truth.
The afternoon sun shone through the slits of the blinds, making shapes on the bed and Remi’s face, casting him in a golden light.
Skye laid on her stomach and nuzzled her head into the pillow that her arm propped up, staring at the beautiful man beside her.
His chest rose and fell, soft and slow, as he slept.He had one arm thrown over his eyes, making a long line of his body.His tattoos twisted down from his neck, over his arms, along his chest, but he’d left most of his stomach un-inked.She knew he had a huge piece of work on his back, a portrait of his brother, but the ink on his arms seemed more random.Various animals and mythological creatures dotted his arms.The quality of some better than others.The words “Fuck You” were inked in thick black letters on his inner forearm.Maybe it should have been garish and crude, but it was just so Remi that it wasn’t.
He was just so pretty it took all of Skye’s strength not to lean over and bite the delicate skin on the underside of his bicep, to run her nose through the dark tuft of armpit hair, to sink her teeth into his vulnerable ribs.She didn’t know why she was like this, why the more perfect and beautiful someone was, the more she wanted to squeeze and squish and destroy them, inhale them, consume them.
It was just the demon way.And she’d never felt so destructive as she did when she was with Remi.
Maybe he felt the dark need in her thoughts, the way she ached to claw into his flesh, as his self-preservation instincts had him shifting his arm off his face and his eyelids fluttering open.The ice-blue of his eyes pierced through her.
Though, he must have been unaware—hadn’t sensed the way she salivated with the horrible urge to ruin him—since with sleepy eyes, he smiled at her and scooted closer.
He slung an arm around her body and pulled her into his, worming his head onto her pillow.
“Morning,” he said, raspy, even more raspy than usual.He’d worn out his vocal cords with the songs he’d sung while trying to appease the crowd.
“Shhh,” she said, pressing a fingertip to his lips.“Don’t talk.You need to rest your voice.”
He sighed and nipped at her finger before whispering, “Fine.”
His eyes were still closed, and he rested their foreheads together.His fingers skated up and down her naked back, sending tingles through her body.His touch was light, but something about the rhythmic caress was heavy and grounding at the same time.
“Why do you hide your wings?”Remi asked.
“You’re talking,” Skye said admonishingly but with a smile in her voice.
“I’m a rock star.I don’t follow rules,” he whispered, and his thumb brushed over the base of her shoulder blades where her wings would sprout.
“When I’m in Hell, it takes more magic to hide them than to just let them out, but when I’m on Earth, it’s the opposite,” Skye said.
“So the night outside the bar?”
“I used my magic to appear as a full demon.It saves time to show the people I’m trying to make deals with that I’m magical, rather than spending hours convincing them.That’s why I sift people to my bedroom in Hell too.”
Remi wrinkled his nose.“So you take everyone to your bedroom?”
