“What things?”
His eyes narrowed.
She met his stare unflinchingly.
Alright, then.“I want to own you, Sunshine. I want you on your knees, begging for me. I want to fuck your throat until you choke. I want to take you in every possible way. I want to make you so fucking dirty, they’ll turn you away at the gates of Heaven. Baby, I want to ruin you.”
Her mouth opened but no words came out.
His brow arched. “You should’ve left when you had the chance.”
And then she shocked the hell out of him by rising to her toes and saying, “I want everything you just described.”
He froze.
With her on her tiptoes and him stooping, their faces were so close he had to look between her eyes, flicking from one to the other, taking in every detail of her face. Every eyelash. Every tiny freckle on her skin. The proud arch of her nose. The curve of her brow.
He bent and crushed their mouths together.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath making a hoarse sound in her throat as she exhaled. She wanted him the same way he wanted her. He wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the proof was in her actions.
Releasing her throat, he fixed his hands around her waist, spreading his fingers and digging into that soft flesh. She was all curves, but he was still a lot bigger than her, especially in this form, and he loved the way he could almost wrap his hands around her. Just another way for him to own her.
God, the urges in his head were fucked up. He wanted to crush her, break her down into nothing. But he wanted to do it in a way that would simultaneously build her up, in a way that she would beg him for. In a way that would change her irrevocably.
He was a goddamn demon, the epitome of all the darkest things in existence, yet he had the audacity to try to claim something so pure for himself. And not only that, but he wanted to sully it. He wanted to make her so dirty, she would learn to love the darkness right alongside him.
He knew how wrong that was. He knew that if he was better, he would let her go.
But he wasn’t better, and he didn’t want to be. So he was going to do exactly what he wanted to do to her.
He angled his head to dig deeper into the kiss, pulling back and diving in again, prying her lips apart with his own to lay siege to her mouth. She met him head on, more than up to the challenge.
Maybe that was why he was so addicted to her. He may have wanted to ruin her, but it was clear she wanted to be ruined.
By him. Only ever by him.
He kissed her harder, bending her spine back, knowing the pressure would make her uncomfortable. Why he wanted that, he couldn’t say. Because he was a bastard, maybe.
She moaned low, stroking her hands up his back and under the base of his wings like the simple act of touching him turned her on, which made him feel pretty damn good.
Releasing her waist and breaking the kiss, he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up. Their gazes met, and he held her like that, soaking in the moment.
Yeah, she submitted to him, but he was under no delusions about who was really in control here. The truth was, she owned him, and that scared him more than a little.
“You want more?”
She nodded.
He couldn’t help himself. He smiled a little and said, “Use your manners.”
She didn’t even bat an eye before responding, “Yes, please.”
God, those eyes. Perfect, guileless, eager.
“Good girl.” His smile widened.
She didn’t smile. She whimpered a little, like being called a good girl turned her on.
