Page 75 of Angel I Am Not

The change in him was small but immediate. His expression lost some of its playful edge, and his hand went still against me. “It means I stop. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing or how far gone I am. You say Veyr, my hands come off you.”

I held his gaze for a moment, taking in the seriousness beneath everything Lust was already doing to him. “Some kind of demonic safeword?”

“Something like that.” His thumb brushed my lip again, making my stomach tighten. “Say it.”

“Veyr.”

“Good.” His eyes dropped to my mouth before lifting back to mine. “Now kiss me.”

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in.

Deus kissed like he wanted to experience every part of it at once. One hand slid into my braids while the other tightened around my waist, lifting me onto the counter until my thighs opened around him. His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that felt different from the others, less about taking and more like he couldn’t stand the idea of missing a single reaction.

I moaned into the kiss and dragged him closer. The answering sound came out of him low and rough as his mouth left mine and moved along my jaw toward my throat.

“Sweetness,” he breathed against my skin, the word vibrating against me while his hands kept moving. His fingers traced my waist beneath my shirt, and every inch they passed over lit beneath them until I arched into him without thinking.

Deus made a pleased sound against my throat and shifted his hand higher, feeling the way my body reacted beneath his palm before his mouth settled against the side of my neck. He sucked hard enough to make my fingers tighten in his shirt, heat blooming beneath his lips as he worked the mark deeper.

“Deus,” I whispered and he hummed without letting go. “That’s going to leave a hickey.”

Deus finally lifted his head enough to inspect the mark darkening against my skin. “Good.”

“You sound proud.”

“I am.”

His teeth grazed lightly over the same spot before his tongue followed, soothing the sting and sending another rush of heat through me. I buried my fingers deeper into his twists, my knuckles brushing the smooth curve of the horn growing through them as he shifted closer between my thighs.

That should’ve reminded me exactly who I was wrapped around. It should’ve reminded me we were still in a restaurant bathroom with people walking through the hall outside. Instead, I pulled him back to my mouth and kissed him until his hand slid down my stomach and beneath the waistband of my jeans.

My breath caught when his fingers moved lower. The closer he got to where I was already aching, the stronger that strange heat in his touch became, until even the brush of his knuckles against my skin made my thighs tighten around him.

Deus broke the kiss and searched my face. “Still with me?”

“Yes.”

“Want my hand here?”

“Yes.”

His smile deepened. “Good.”

Two fingers slid slowly through my folds, gathering the wetness there before circling in a way that made my head tip back against the mirror. I tightened my grip on his shoulder while he watched every change in my face, fascinated by the effect his own touch was having on me.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” I breathed.

“You’re dripping on my hand, Sweetness.”

I opened my eyes enough to glare at him. “That doesn’t make it less ridiculous.”

Deus only kissed beneath my jaw and let one finger press inside me. The stretch pulled another sharp breath from me, and when my hand clamped around his shoulder, he stopped immediately.

“Too much?”

“No.” I shifted my hips toward his hand. “Move.”

His finger curled inside me, slow at first, then again when my body opened around him. Every movement seemed sharper because of whatever lived beneath his touch, and I had just started to lose track of everything beyond the pressure between my legs when a laugh sounded somewhere outside the bathroom.