Her vision blackened with ecstasy as a cry burst from her throat, and she threw her head back. Just before she crested the peak, he sank his teeth into her neck. The sting increased the intensity, and she flew even higher. Her cry became a scream, and her blood electrified with pleasure.
He pulled on her throat with a tight suction, his hips working faster and faster until she felt him fly into his release. He swelled even bigger and then exquisite heat filled her with his release.
Finally, he sagged against her, strokes slowing to lazy thrusts. His teeth lifted from her neck, and he licked her skin to catch any remaining droplets, making her shiver.
He lifted his head. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, drugged with pleasure and her blood. He kissed her, and she reached up to stroke his shoulders and silky wings.
After a while, he sat back on his knees and eased out of her, eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched his release spilling out of her. She lay with her legs spread and let him look, reveling in his possessiveness.
And then he finally looked up at their surroundings. And blinked.
She burst out laughing. He hadn’t once noticed where they were until now. His gaze had been riveted to her, which certainly wasn’t something she would fault him for.
“Where are we?” he asked, and she laughed again. The bedroom around them was sparsely furnished for now, but she’d made sure to get the big bed ready so they could christen it tonight, and so she could sleep cuddled against his demon form’s silky feathers later.
“Our home.”
“But…it wasn’t furnished yet.”
She sat up and crawled off the bed to her feet, wetness trickling down her inner thighs. She squirmed a little at the ache between her legs that told her her body had been well loved. “I have a surprise for you.”
He stood beside her, and she drank in the sight of his naked body, semi-hard shaft hanging against his thigh. She gripped his hand, determined not to be distracted until he’d seen the rest of the house.
Already grinning, she pulled him toward the door and threw it open, reaching around to flick on the light. His eyes widened. “What the—? How?”
Their new house looked more like a palace than a cottage now. Hand-carved end tables supported goblets and candelabras. Intricate statues of erotic dancers adorned the fireplace mantle. A tasseled rug and luscious furs covered the floors, including a luxurious dog bed for Luna. The couches were decorated with pillows and throw blankets. The kitchen was separated by an intricate bead curtain. Tapestries hung on the walls.
Everything was gold. Just like her demon’s eyes.
She grinned. “It was my idea, but Meph helped. He’s the only one who knew where your treasure hordes were.” She’d claimed to be busy at work the last couple days, but in reality, she’d been decorating.
“You and Meph…went to Hell?”
She nodded. “We were perfectly safe, so don’t worry. He went ahead and set up a safe hellgate for me to use. We took every precaution. It was quite fun, actually. We had a grand time.”
They’d visited a couple of Raum’s hordes of stolen treasures. She’d selected everything she thought would be of use in their new home, and they’d transported it all back through a hellgate. And then she’d started decorating.
When Raum had finished staring at the room in awe, he faced her. “Sunshine, this is… I can’t even…” He shook his head.
“You went to all the trouble of collecting all these beautiful, priceless things, so it seemed fitting that we furnish our new home with them.”
“You don’t care?”
“About what?”
“I stole all this shit.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I raided other demons’ territories and stole from them because I wanted to. It was bloody and violent.”
“Yes, well, you had to entertain yourself somehow, didn’t you? There are worse hobbies for a demon, and look at all the beautiful treasures you acquired! I didn’t want them to go to waste, rotting in a dusty cave. Do you like it?”
“I love it. It’s amazing.” He searched her gaze. “You really don’t mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
There was a pause.
“I still steal stuff,” he admitted, as though confessing his darkest sin. “I can’t take the bus and I hate crowds because I can’t resist the urge. Sometimes I get this crawling under my skin, and I justneedto do it.”
“That’s fine, Raum.” She reached out to stroke his arm. “You’re evolving. You’ve come so far, and I love who you are. You’re going to have slip-ups along the way. There’s no shame in that. I’m so proud and amazed by you.”
