She didn’t know the exact moment when everything changed, when the pain in her heart ebbed enough to let desire filter inside. A desire that grew from an ember to an inferno.
Her head tilted and her chin lifted. His lips were right there, within reach, waiting for her. “Agone,” she whispered. The hunger on his face reflected the passion flaring inside her.
His fingers sunk into her hair, threaded their way to her scalp. He brought her to him. Breath caught in anticipation, she waited forever for that first brush of his mouth. He was warm, surprisingly so, and soft. Softer than she’d ever imagined for a kiss that seared her soul. Her entire body lit up from the outside in. Skin, tissue, muscles, bone, until it reached her heart. Her lips parted for the first taste of him, and her heart nearly exploded. He tasted of sin, sultry, wet, make you scream all nightsin.
He drank from her lips, but she was the one who got drunk on his taste and the glide of his tongue. She moaned. He rewarded her with long, sensual strokes between small nips to her full lower lip.
She melted into him, and he was there, hauling her closer and at the same time laying her on to her back. He didn’t pin her. Braced on one hand, caging her with his body, he devoured her.
It wasn’t enough. Yanking at her shirt, she got it over her bra and broke the kiss. “No,” she cried.
“I got you, love.” He took over and pulled the shirt over her head. The bra came next, freeing her C-cups. The reverence in his eyes, the tremble in his hand as he reached for her. She’d never felt more... special? Wanted? ... Loved?
“Your skin.” His heavy, rough, hand stroked down her arm. “The artistry and colors.”
She sighed. “That was Harriet. All Harriet.” But she didn’t want to think about her friend. Not now. This moment belonged to her and Agone.
Eden took his hand and brought it to her breast. His strong fingers covered the entire mound and squeezed. Then, rubbed her sensitive skin and stiff peak. His head dipped to her lips for a torrid kiss as he pulled and tweaked her nipple.
She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to breathe if it meant ending the all-consuming connection. She’d rather die. His mouth shifted to her neck for a lick that ended on a long suck above her collarbone as one hand glided down her body. He traced his fingers along the dip of her flat stomach, then up the graceful flare of her hip. Breathing hard, she opened her legs wider and arched into each touch.
Eden was close to begging when he brushed a knuckle along the moist cleft shielded by her panties. She jerked as if scorched and a moan ripped from her. Agone fingered the edge of her panties then finally slid beneath the waistband. He cupped her as she hissed and bucked into the possessive touch.
“So wet for me, love,” he groaned and split her lower lips to slip a thick finger, now tipped with a claw, into her wet folds.
Fuck!Already on the edge of ecstasy, she stared at the demon torturing her. And he was glorious, his chest heaving with every rough breath, his black pupils rimmed with red. He’d never looked more predatory than he did in that moment — a demon who could kill her but preferred to kill her with drugging kisses and thick, nimble black claw-tipped fingers stroking her clit and carefully filling her core. Yet, he was still so human. From his pale skin to his gentle touch. Human.
He growled and kissed her again, a carnal assault she drowned in as her panties became a casualty. Claws grazed her hip, sending a dangerous thrill cascading through her body. He wouldn’t hurt her. Couldn’t. He’d had too many opportunities to take her life and didn’t. She trusted him.
Especially when he dragged his mouth down the center of her body to her trim nest of curls. His red-rimmed eyes rolled up to meet hers as his tongue snaked out of his mouth. Was it always that long? That thick? No. It wasn’t possible. She wouldn’t have missed it.
He kissed her curls as if asking for permission for entry. One leg moved left. The other moved right. She opened herself up to him and he smiled. That smile, oh my. It was everything a woman wanted to see on a man when he looked at her in the most vulnerable position. Right before he stuck his tongue into her wet pussy. A pussy dripping and aching for him.
Eden’s breath caught, trapped in her lungs as her pulse raced and her veins filled with fire. His tongue cleaved her in two. He licked her slowly, thoroughly. The tip of his tongue savored her sensitive folds before circling her clit. The air shuddered out of her lungs on a ragged sigh, sensation shooting through her like tiny lightning bolts, the coming of a storm. He played with her, teasing her clit with a flick there, and a lick here, and then sucking. Slurping.
He slurped, and she lost it. The fastest orgasm in her life seized her, wrecked her. She thrashed on his tongue, screaming, yelping.
She grabbed his head and ground herself into his face. He growled and lapped her juices. She was a mess. A sloppy, trembling mess. And Agone... He eased away, just enough for her to see fangs peeking his glossy mouth. His mouth and chin coated with her juices. His demonic nature refused to be contained, and she loved it, wanted him, it, both versions. She wanted both versions to pin her down and fuck her. Hard.
Agone lurched up and covered her with his body. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue as he thrusted deep into her mouth. Skimming her hands down his body, she sighed at the warm skin stretched over granite muscles.
With claws tipping his fingers, he rose from the bed to rip his jeans away. Naked, he stood proudly in front of her and damn. Goddamn. His cock was long, thick, and ridged.Ridged.
“I’m gonna make you scream.”
Pleasure coiled low and tight. She was on the verge of coming again, just from his words. “Promises. Promises.” She tsked and arched her hips. She dipped her fingers into her body and stirred the pot. His chest heaved and his breaths came in staccato bursts. No mercy on his face, and she didn’t want any. “Show me what you got.”
Moving with the fluid grace of an alpha predator, he stalked closer. She watched him place a knee on the bed. It dipped under his weight as he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. One, then the other. Eden startled at the intense suction and careful fangs pricking her skin. “Agone,” she cried out.
One hand under her shoulders, the other under her hips, he picked her up, and dumped her in the middle of the bed. He rose above her, a sculptor’s dream, each movement so strong, so graceful, she was transfixed. Even more so when he took his cock in his hand and stroked from the base, over the ridges she was dying to feel, to the crown. Precum pearled at the slit.
Hungry, thirsty, she licked her lips. A grin split his face, showing his descended fangs in all their splendor. He shook his head. “Not today. I don’t have the patience for that.” He clamped on to her hips and brought her to him.
Agone notched his cock at her entrance, and shit, he was as big as he looked.
The breach took her breath. Her pussy clenched. Agone hissed, “Easy, love,” and dropped over her to gather her close.
Looking deep into eyes glazed with lust, he pumped into her inch by breathless inch. Drenched from his tongue lashing and her orgasm, she stretched. She welcomed him into her body as she spiraled with forbidden passion.