Skye scratched down his back, halting every thought in his mind.“Move,” she demanded.
He hated himself for it, but he obeyed, thrusting into her and giving in to his obsession.
They moved together, in tandem, as if magnetized and repelled all at once, a rhythm that they’d been practicing since the moment Skye infiltrated his dreams.The tension of having been bracing himself for the disaster she’d inevitably bring unfurled in each thrust, like he was fucking her out of his system.
Her eyes fluttered, and her gasps turned into moans as he changed angles, picked up speed, and fucked into her.
She was so fucking wet and tight, and her breasts swayed against his chest as the vanity thumped against the wall.She flung her head back.The lace choker necklace with its black diamond in the center of her throat shifted left and right.
“Where are your wings?”he asked, panting.“Your tail and horns?”
She narrowed her eyes and rolled her hips, grinding against him.“You aren’t touching my wings.”
Remi squeezed her hips so she couldn’t rub her clit against his pubic bone.“Why not?I know how you like it.”
Skye rolled her eyes.“No, you don’t.Nothing in those dreams was real.Not the way I looked.Not the way I sounded.”
Remi glared at her.Shedidlook different.She hadn’t had the tattoo on her thigh, and she sounded far better too.The moans he pulled from her felt like a victory because he knew she was trying to conceal them.She certainly felt better than anything he remembered.His hold on her loosened.Sickening dread rolled through him at the reminder that he was nothing but a game to her.
She sensed his weakness and pulled back, raising a triumphant eyebrow.“Definitely not my orgasms either.”
His chest rumbled with a feral growl.Rage thrummed through him.That sounded like a fucking challenge.
“You’re going to eat your words when you come on my cock,” he said under his breath.
“Doubtf—” Her snarky word was cut off by an intake of air as Remi thumbed her clit and bent his knees a little so he was striking her g-spot.He focused all his attention on forcing the woman—the demoness—he was in a losing war with to come hard enough that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight.
He watched as she tried to modulate her face, pretending that he wasn’t giving her the exact rhythm and touch that he’d memorized from those dreams.
Skye sucked in a breath and threw her head back, baring her neck.The silky line of her throat called to him.He nuzzled his face into the place between her shoulder and her ear, mouthing at the sweet skin.Her scent filled his senses.The sweet and slightly bitter burnt marshmallows.
“That feel good, baby?”Remi taunted, a vicious delight racing through his veins.“I can feel your pussy milking me.Your body shaking.”
She didn’t answer, only clawed her fingernails into his shoulders, hard enough there’d be half-crescent moons indenting his skin.
He sucked on her ear.“Just imagine if I could get my fingers tickling the underside of your wings.”Skye’s next moan was almost a hiccup.“Think of how hard you’d come.”
Her pussy clenched around him, and he had to grit his teeth against coming from the sheer pleasure rocketing through him.
He’d been losing the war between them, but this battle he’d win.He’d have Skye coming on his cock and eating her words.“No comebacks?No snappy remarks?Maybe this is all you needed.To get fucked and fall in line.You need me.You need this.”
“I don’t,” she said.A red ring blinked in and out within her irises, like she was fighting it.
“You do,” he said and grabbed both of her wrists and tugged them behind her body, needing more control over her.“Admit it, Skye.Admit you need me.Admit that what you did to me is different from your other deals.”
She fought him half-heartedly, laughing all the while.A sadistic smirk spread across her face.“Is that what you need?”Her voice had a sweet, patronizing lilt.“To know you’re special to me?Because Mommy didn’t love you enough?”
Anger burned in his chest.“Shut up.”He couldn’t cover her mouth with his hands, so he slammed his lips to hers to keep her from spewing her venom.Their fucking turned back into a punishment, their bodies the battleground for the hatred boiling within them.
She squeezed his hips with her thighs, and her tongue twined with his, fighting for domination.She tasted sweet like a poison you didn’t know you’d consumed until you were gasping for your last breath.
Skye bit his lip, hard, and when Remi hissed in pain and pulled back, her mouth found his ear, and she whispered, “You’re not special.You’re not any different to me.Your soul, his soul, it’s all just currency to me.”
“Liar,” Remi said.“He’s not the one who’s about to make you come.”He released her wrists and found her clit once more, finding the exact tempo he’d used to make her come in his dreams.
Her sadistic smirk melted, and red filled her irises completely.
“Fu-u-ck you,” she hurled the words at him, but they were broken by a sigh of pleasure.She squeezed her eyes shut like she couldn’t let him see that he was winning, see the demon magic coming to the surface.
