Chapter Twenty-Six
Elias
It had been years since I’d let myself be with a woman in a truly intimate way. As an incubus, I had to feed, but I could go long stretches without. Still, any relations I’d had over the last decade were all sex, no emotion.
That wasn’t possible with Skylar. I knew if I gave in to her, I was letting my heart take the lead rather than my magic.
It was foreign territory for me. I’d never been in love and never sought company based on the companionship it could provide. Once I went here, there was no going back.
Alarm bells blared in the back of my mind, telling me to ease off, to let this go. I got what I needed. I could likely heal enough from a kiss here and there, but I didn’t want to heal. I wanted Skylar.
I wanted all of her.
The primal demon part of me that I worked so hard to suppress growled, rising up to claim the gorgeous woman offering herself to me.
My mouth found hers, our lips moving in perfect rhythm. Hungry and desperate. She was just as eager as I was.
As I worked the buttons on her pants, I could feel my full powers emerging. There was no holding back.
I felt the horns sprouting from my head, a feature I usually kept masked with my magic. I knew soon enough the little sparks that accompanied my deadliest magic would begin to sizzle along my skin. Normally, I didn’t worry about my partner, or I tugged on their emotions enough to dull the sense of fear that came from my true form. But this was Skylar. My Skylar. I couldn’t do that to her. I wanted her present, in control, safe. I needed her to see me and know I would never harm her.
It took every ounce of my willpower to pull away from the kiss and I looked from Skyler’s swollen lips to her hooded eyes. Her shoulders rose and fell as she panted, already feeling the effects of my magic.
“I won’t hurt you,” I assured her.
Her eyes widened and she jumped at the sight of the dancing electricity sizzling over my flesh. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “When I don’t contain it.”
She reached her hand out slowly and gingerly touched her fingertips to my forearm. When nothing happened, she flattened her palm and slid her hand up my arm until she reached my shoulder. Then, her attention turned to my head and her hands reached for the horns.
“Gentle,” I said.
She nodded but continued her exploration. When her soft fingers made contact with my horns it sent a shiver of elation down my spine. She gripped them, and squeezed gently. I moaned. It was too much.
I wrapped my arms around her and turned so she was on her back on the couch, her legs still around my hips. I shifted so I was facing her. I leaned down, pressing my erection against her mound, our clothes annoyingly in the way. But I wasn’t in a hurry. I could spend the rest of my life exploring her body.
When I pushed her shirt up, she pulled it the rest of the way off. I stared down at her soft stomach and the delicious curve of her breasts.
Her pants were low enough from my unbuttoning that I could see the waistband of her panties. I started there, pressing a kiss to the sensitive flesh on her hips, then working my way toward her belly button, then up to her breasts.
She squirmed under me, her breathing getting shallower by the second. When I reached her breasts, I cupped each gorgeous mound before using my teeth to tease each nipple through the fabric of her black bra.
She moaned, her hips rising. Her fingers worked their way into my hair, guiding my face to hers. She pressed her lips to mine then pulled back slowly, nipping at my lower lip, before sliding her tongue into my mouth.
I groaned into the kiss and lowered my body closer to hers. He breasts pressed against my chest, my hips gyrated against hers ever so slightly.
Her hands moved to my back, then to my chest, and to my surprise, to my hips. She fumbled with my jeans, trying to get the button open.
I smiled into the kiss and she laughed, tossing her head back. “I’m a little out of practice.”
“Don’t worry, I can give you all the refreshers you need.” I climbed off the couch and pulled my pants off, tossing them aside.
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching me. When I removed my underwear, I have to admit, her face gave my ego a boost.
“Damn,” she said under her breath.
I smirked. I’m an incubus, I charm whomever I want into bed, but I wasn’t used to genuine admiration. Though, I had to admit, the feeling was mutual.