Daemon’s movements begin increasing once more.
“W-we can’t,” I whisper, my heart trying to pound right out of my chest at coming so close to being caught.
“Like fuck we can’t,” he grunts, hips thrusting forward as his hand releases my hips in favour of letting his fingers strum my clit until I have no choice but to fall over the edge.
My teeth sink into my lips until the copper taste of blood fills my mouth as I fight to keep any verbal reaction inside.
Daemon twists his fingers in my hair, pulling until it burns and I’m dragged upright.
His mouth latches on to my throat, his teeth sinking into my skin as his cock swells inside me.
A deep rumble erupts from his throat, his dick jerking violently inside me as he lets go.
“You’re mine, Angel. And if you let him get anywhere near you tonight, he’s going to know. You smell like me, you’re full of me, you’re covered in my marks.”
My chest heaves, his words making my head spin.
“He’s going to hate you,” I whisper, unable to look away from him in the mirror.
“I don’t care.”