He’s a sex demon, I tell myself, but it’s no use. My heart is into it, and I let Zaki claim me with his searing kisses. I let him take me until there’s nothing else on my mind. No fear, no worry, no memory.
I break the kiss, gasping for air, and Zaki’s lips trace my jaw. His kisses leave a tingle behind, then he latches onto my earlobe, sucking and nibbling. I tighten my hold around him, pressing my breasts to his chest. He’s so freaking warm. His skin is scorching against mine, the heat tightening my nipples into sensitive peaks. Zaki’s hands slide down the back of my hips to grasp at my ass. He takes handfuls of it, digging his fingertips in painfully. He’s as possessive as Apollo, but his kisses ooze veneration, like Donatello’s. Something tells me I could find a part of each of my mates in Zaki, and the opposite would also be the truth.
Shaking that thought away, I pull back to stamp my mouth on his again. His mouth is addictive. Zaki tastes like wine and herbs, but he smells smoky and sweet. It’s an onslaught of deliciousness, every sense of mine going into hyperdrive.
Zaki grips my hips and flips me. My back hits his chest, our exposed skin touching and igniting. He shoves my hair out of the way and latches onto my pulse, sucking and biting until I hope he leaves a bruise. I arch my back, digging my hips against his. His hard cock buries between my ass cheeks, and I gasp at how freaking long and hard the damn thing is. Before I can tease him about it, Zaki’s hand brushes up my ribcage and closes around a breast. The touch of his fingers to my hard nipple sends jolt after jolt of pleasure to my core.
“Oh, shit,” I hiss, my head swimming with lust. Maybe it’s the ambiance, the music, the smell of sex. Or maybe it’s just the man glued to me, his kisses making me insane. The one thing I know is that I’ll collapse if he doesn’t hold me tight. I tilt my head, grazing his lips with mine.
Zaki grunts, the sound of pure sex. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asks, confidence a warm thing inside me.
I part my lips to reply, but his other hand spreads across my exposed thigh, his fingers burning coals against my skin. My jaw goes slack, but Zaki wastes no time. We’re burning too bright to stop now. He strokes my skin where it meets my panties, then slips into the garments as if they mean nothing. Zaki parts my lower lips and dips into my heat, going straight to my clit.
My knees buckle, but Zaki slings an arm around my waist and keeps me flush against his chest. He doesn’t tease me, his moves careful as he circles and flicks my nub, working me into a frenzy in two seconds flat. I part my lips, moans spilling out, but Zaki kisses me again, swallowing every sound. A part of me hopes he wants to keep the sounds to himself. As if a sex demon would know anything of jealousy.
I hold on to him for dear life. His shoulders grow taut with every passing second. His hips move against mine, his cock sliding my dress up. I force my eyes open. Fuck, I forgot we’re in public. We’re on a dance floor, just like in Hiram with Apollo and Donatello... Things are different here, and it doesn’t look like anybody would care if we fucked. Some people glance our way, eyes burning with desire. Their gazes make things even hotter, if possible.
I had no idea I enjoyed being watched. Guess we learn something new every day.
Zaki breaks the kiss, his eyes roaming over the dance floor. Another one of those possessive roars vibrates through him. “You’re naughtier than I expected, little moth. Do you enjoy being watched?” he asks against my skin, his breath on my damp ear. “Does that make you wet for me?”
I shudder out an agreement. There’s not much I can do at the moment. Every cell in my body warms with the onset of a huge orgasm. With one of his hands tucked between my legs, Zaki uses the other to roam up my body, then slip beneath my dress. His fingers play with my naked nipple, circling, pinching, pulling almost painfully. He takes it to the blissful edge of pain and hovers there, maximizing the pleasure. A breeze licks at my skin, and the fact that I’m almost entirely exposed is barely an afterthought. Something tells me I’ll regret this, but I can’t feel anything other than lust right now. My head drops back on his shoulder, and I surrender to the pleasure he’s so keen on giving me, his fingers picking up their pace as he forces me to climb that wave.
Zaki licks my lips. “Tell me, little moth.” He pulls my nipple hard, making me arch my back further. “Do your mates make you feel this good?”
A flicker of anger flares inside me, but the orgasm that crashes over is so powerful the wrath disappears as fast as it came up. I dig my nails into Zaki’s shoulders, a wave of pleasure crashing onto the next. He presses his fingers against my clit, keeping me there, then something hot swells inside my chest, and my mind goes blank. The magic inside me catches my orgasm and triples it. Lust oozes out of every pore, my arousal running slick down my thighs. The magic tastes like smoke as it makes every inch of my skin hyper-sensitive.
His kisses on my neck make me come again. The hand on my breast makes me come. His breath against my skin makes me cry out for more. Everything grows tenfold to the point I’m shaking, unable to stand up. My body grows heavy, my clit aching with too much pleasure. I slam my eyes shut, shaking my head to disband the onslaught of pleasure that threatens to swallow me whole.
“Stop!” I cry out, my voice ragged and broken.
And it stops. It stops completely, leaving me empty. Hollow. Zaki’s arm still holds me against him, and my chest heaves as I catch my breath. My knees quiver so hard they hit each other. I force myself to my feet and whirl around to face him.
“What was that?”
Zaki’s lips tilt into a smile, his eyes burning for me. But he must see something on my face. The doubt, the questioning. His eyes grow sober as he stares at me. “What do you mean?”
“That last part. What was that?” And I don’t have to wait for his answer. I know exactly what it was. Pulling my elbow back, I punch him in the chest. He takes a step back, but my knuckles hurt so bad I’m pretty sure he isn’t wounded. “Did you use your fucking power on me?” I hiss.
He presses his brows together. “I thought you’d like it.”
I shove him back. Every inch of lust I felt for him minutes ago washes off. “Don’t fucking use your power on me! Don’t do that without warning, without fucking asking me first!”
He opens and closes his mouth, but no sound comes. My hands tremble. For a moment I forgot who we were—whoheis. A sex demon. Someone who only wants to use then discard me. How could I? How could I fall for this easy ploy?
Faces turn in our direction, questioning looks in the eyes of several demons. Are they going to be mad I pushed their prince off?Their prince, it dawns on me. We haven’t talked about how he fucking lied to my face. How he never said he’s freaking royalty. I choke on everything I want to say, but Zaki reaches out, gripping my elbow and bringing me to his body. There’s a tension on his face that gives me pause.
A man appears next to him, coming from within the crowd. He bends at the waist. “My prince,” the demon says over the music. “The transport is ready.”
Thank fuck. Once we’re out of this place, I won’t ever have to see Zaki again. I won’t ever have to face what just happened.
CHAPTER19
CASSANDRA
When they said “transport,” I expected the carriage that almost ran me over when we arrived. Someone leading the horses while Zaki and I shared the interior. A comfortable seat, and all I’d have to do was ignore Zaki on our drive out of the Abyss. Easy peasy.
Silly Cassandra. Nothing is ever easy for me.