My body vibrated with need, and I was barely reining in my powers. Everything in me called to Diablos. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to physically and mentally take it if he left me. Still, I wouldn't back away. I couldn't. I wouldn't turn away from Diablos and leave him again. It was painful in the past, but now it would be so much worse, even if there was a chance it would all lead to me breaking apart.
I would choose him.
I always chose him. When I distanced myself, I believed it was the best thing I could do for him. But that was the fucking problem, wasn’t it? I made the decision alone. I never spoke with him or asked him how he felt. I never told him how I felt. Now, I needed to choose him, not in the way I thought was best for him but in the waywethought was best.
We quickly checked in and went to our room when we reached the hotel. Di told me about the room he had chosen beforehand, and when we entered, I smiled because his choice was so him.
The room’s name was Sun-Room, and even though it was night already, I could imagine the sun shining over the enormous king-size bed through the windows in the morning. The room was inviting, with warm colors and a breathtaking view. On the left was a large marble bathroom with a separate shower and bathtub. The thought of using it together made my pulse race.
“This is better than the photos.”
“Yes, it is beautiful.”
Diablos went to the window and gazed at the night sky, so I went behind him and wrapped him in my arms. He twisted in my arms, and my attention immediately went to his lips. I didn’t restrain myself. I had no reason to. Gently, I kissed his lips and reveled in the feeling of rightfulness.
My heart melted.
We still had a lot to talk about. But in this instant, my body was laser-focused on his. Pouring all my emotions into the kiss was all I could do. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Grabbing his hand, I led him to the bed. Looming over him, I trailed kisses from his throat to his lips.
“Dagon,” he moaned.
I silenced him with another kiss. I couldn’t get enough. The more I touched him, the stronger the need in me grew.
When he reached for my T-shirt, I stopped him.
“Di.” How do I say this so he'd understands? “There's nothing in this world that I want more than feeling you deep inside me or reveling in the feeling of being inside you. But I want to do it when you know… something about me.”
I hoped he could understand. I wanted to have him in every way, but not before he knew the whole truth. I wouldn’t take advantage of him like this. Luckily, he didn’t ask me anything. The compassion in his eyes was something I was grateful for.
I almost choked, realizing he always knew when to push me and when to offer space.He knew me.More than that, he trusted me. I would be damned if I let him down ever again.
“Okay,” he croaked.
That was all that we said to each other. No more words. Only he, me, and our bodies expressing what our lips couldn’t. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. I nibbled and sucked at his lips, gently grazing with my teeth, eliciting moan after moan from him.
I was quickly getting addicted to the sounds he made. He was driving me wild with a desire for more. I needed to leave marks on his body. I wanted to touch his body with my bare hands, trace every curve, learn every part of him. I slid my hands under his shirt and groaned.
“Can I take it off?” I asked.
“Yes. Yes.”
Eager and far less patient than I would've liked, I yanked his shirt off. I couldn't take my eyes off his chest, his body. Undoing his belt, button, and zipper, I pulled off his jeans. Diablos tried to hide his stomach, but I wasn’t having any of it. Before he could stop me, I lowered my head and started kissing his stomach. He didn't have a six-pack, and fuck, he was better for it. He was real. He was Di. He was gorgeous.
Stopping at his nipple, I swirled my tongue around and took my time. I sucked until the moans leaving him turned into pure sin.
I could feel him vibrate with need. The same could be said for me.
“Dagon,” I loved my name on his lips, “I need more.”
“Tell me. Tell me, what do you need?”
“I need to touch you.” When I didn’t stop kissing him, he pushed me and commanded, “Now.”
I loved how consumed by lust he was. He removed my shirt, and his hands started tracing my back. I groaned at the feeling, but suddenly, he froze. I was about to ask him what was wrong when the realization kicked in.
My eyes widened. Fuck. How did I forget about this?
I barely felt the hesitant tracing of Diablos’s fingertips over my back, over the two long scars marking my body. His movements were gentle, as if he feared it would hurt me.
