“You are.”
His hips rolled again. “Who am I?”
“Asmodeus.”
And again. “Who am I?”
“My demon. Mine. My big, red demon with his big, red co—Fuck, Ash.”
His next thrust sent her core clenching up, and it was his turn to moan. “You feel so good. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
“More, baby. I can take more.”
Sharp teeth nipped at her sensitive throat. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care if it hurts. More.”
He gave her what she wanted, bracing his hands on either side of her and rising up to thrust deeper. From this position, she caught a full view of the beast taking her, and it was so alien, so forbidden, and yet soright, that it sent her flying over the edge.
She came hard, feeling the contractions of her inner muscles rippling around his thick length. Ash moaned, thrusting harder and faster until he was throwing his head back, spine arching as he fell into his own climax.
He collapsed atop her, and she wrapped her arms and legs as tightly as she could around him and held him close, loving the way he groaned softly as he came down from the orgasm’s high. Loving the way his broad back expanded and retracted with his heaving breaths. Loving the way his weight crushed her into the mattress. Loving the fact that there were leathery wings draped over them the entire time they made love.
He rolled suddenly, gathering her into his arms as he turned onto his back, his wings folding beneath him. Black claws stroked a stray curl from her face as solid black eyes stared into hers.
“You are so precious,” he said. “Like a treasure.Mytreasure.”
She smiled. He might still be learning what love was, but he used other words he did understand to say the same thing. In a way, it was almost more meaningful because it was his own unique way of expressing himself.
“I love you too,” she told him.
He blinked as if he’d forgotten the meaning of that word again. But then he said, “I love you.”
They both tensed, waiting to see if he’d pass out this time. When nothing happened, Eva chuckled and Ash smiled.
“What’s your middle name?” he asked.
“Ariel.”
“Ariel. That’s nice.”
“Why?”
His expression became serious. “I love you, Evangeline Ariel Gregory.” He smiled again. “How does that sound?”
Heart melting.“It sounds perfect. Music to my ears. What about you? Do you have any fancy names?”
He shrugged a muscled, red shoulder. “Asmodeus, Ashmedai, Asmodai, Asmodaios, Hashmedai, Khashmodai, Hammadai, Shamdon, Shidonai... and a few more that I can’t remember right now.”
Eva’s mouth was open. “Oh my god.”
“You asked.”
“I think I’ll stick with Ash.”
“Fine by me.”
“Well, Ash, Asmodeus, Ashme-doo-da-day, I love you too.”
