His kiss, his touch, only adds to the effects of the vodka that’s coursing through my veins, so when he slips his hand beneath the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear, I don’t stop him.
Hooking my leg over his hip, I shamelessly grind against him.
“You’re not really an angel at all, are you?” he groans as he kisses across my jaw. “You’re pure devil.”
I gasp as his cock hits my clit just right.
“Love watching you come apart for me.”
“W-we… we can’t,” I argue, seeing his intentions in the dark depths of his eyes.
“We can do whatever the fuck we want, Angel. Come play on the dark side with me.”
Releasing my arse, he lifts my leg higher and tugs the fabric of my shorts and knickers aside, running his fingers through my wetness.
“Fuck,” I gasp, pressing my face against the pillow to smother my voice.
“My dirty, dirty angel,” he growls, sinking two fingers inside me.
I groan into the pillow as he starts shifting around.
Risking a look, I just catch sight of his bare cock before he repositions me as if I weigh nothing more than a feather and rubs his head against me, teasing my entrance with his fullness.
“Oh God,” I whimper before biting down on my lip, wishing I could suck those words back in.
“Lips, Angel. I want all your moans and cries for more.”
Unable to deny him, I tilt my chin up and let him claim my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward, giving me everything my body needs.
He rocks into me, slowly, gently, and I feel every single one of his movements right in my soul.
He gives me exactly what I demanded of him. His soft side. His vulnerable side. I was just expecting to have it with words, not actions. Choked with emotion as our kiss continues, a tear slips free, soaking into the pillow beneath me.
He never picks up speed. He just kisses me passionately and loves me deeply. And I soak up every single ounce of it, terrified that it might just be a one-time deal from him, all the while praying it’s not.
* * *
Iwake up hot. No. Sweltering and pinned to the bed.
Just like the day before, my first thought is to panic and drop my hands down my body to make sure I’m dressed. Thankfully, I soon discover that panic is for nothing, because my pyjamas are fully intact.
What quickly becomes obvious, though, is the reason why I’m so freaking hot and pinned in place.
Daemon is passed out in front of me, still fully dressed and laying on top of the duvet. And that’s not just the reason why I’m stuck. His arm is also slung over my waist.
I move slowly so as not to wake him. He told me himself last night that he doesn’t sleep, so it’s the last thing I want to do right now.
My legs don’t move as I twist around, and I realise that they’re twisted up with someone else’s.
Jesus Christ. What am I doing in bed with these two?
Twisting farther, I gasp when my eyes land on a pair of amused silver ones.
“Morning, baby C. You sleep well?” Alex whispers.
“I-I… uh… y-yeah. How long have you been awake?”
“A while. I didn’t want to wake you. Either of you. He doesn’t get to rest often, so…” He trails off.