“Condom,” she gasped, hating herself for saying it but knowing she had to.
“Shit, Bel warned me— I have one.” He whipped his wallet out of his back pocket, and, lo and behold, there was the fabled condom. She’d never been happier to see one of those flimsy latex bastards.
Normally, Eva averted her gaze while her sexual partner put on a condom, but this partner was so incredibly sexy that watching him roll on a rubber was nearly as good as foreplay.
But it sure as hell wasn’t as good as how it felt when he entered her a second later. He was a little rough, like heneededthis, would die without it, which was fine with her. There was no easing in gently. He just aligned and thrust, sinking deep in one smooth motion until she thought she’d burst from the fullness.
She cried out and threw her head back, promptly smacking it into the cupboard doors, turning her scream into a curse. The curse turned back into a scream with his second thrust. “Fuck, Ash!”
He picked her up again, fingers digging into her ass hard enough to bruise, and they were traveling once more. They hit a wall. He pressed her into it, fucking her against the drywall like his life depended on it. She threw her head back again, smacking it on the wall of course, and clutched him desperately, lost to the wildness of the moment.
“Bed. Where’s your bedroom.”
But she couldn’t speak. He was hitting her in just the right spot, and she started to comeagain. He moaned as her inner muscles convulsed around him, and they slid down to the ground like his legs couldn’t hold them anymore.
He fucked her on the floor, her body contorted in an awkward, half-bent position because there wasn’t room to lie sideways in the hallway. It didn’t matter. She soon discovered if she lifted one leg, she could brace it against the opposite wall and meet his thrusts with her own.
He liked that, moaning some more, and his hand landed on the wall above her head. Then things got really serious. He was tensioned between the wall and floor, and she was pushing against the other wall with her leg, their bodies braced for maximum thrust action.
And that was exactly what happened—hard, hot, heavy pounding with sweat dripping and hair plastered to faces and necks. It was glorious. Heavenly. She felt like she was flying. She forgot she was anything besides the white lights of pleasure bursting behind her tightly shut eyelids.
Ash’s whole body tightened as he climaxed. She felt his cock swell and flex inside of her, and a deep, sexy groan escaped him that made Eva’s eyes roll back in her head.
A moment later, he collapsed on top of her like he was boneless. The breath whooshed out of her lungs, and she lay flattened to the floor beneath him, her head spinning, complete satiation rushing through her veins.
That was when she remembered the bat wings.
And the long, black claws cutting off the creature’s head.
Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling. “Meet him at the club, ask him questions”: that was the plan. Not “get him back to her place ASAP and fuck his brains out.”
But damn. That was the best sex she’d ever had, hands down. She’d never felt that kind of desperate, explosive chemistry with another person before, and right now, basking in the afterglow, it was impossible to regret anything about tonight.
Ash’s glorious hair was spread all over her chest, his face buried in her neck. Slowly, he lifted his head. Their gazes met. His midnight-blue eyes seemed to glow, and there was a warmth in them she hadn’t seen before.
Duh. Of course there was.
She’d just given him the orgasm of a lifetime. And that wasn’t some grandiose statement—she knew it was true because she felt the same way. Looking into those eyes and seeing that connection, the strange, dark memories faded away again.
At least for a little while.
“That was amazing.” She lifted a shaky hand and smoothed some of the hair off his neck. “Incredible. The best.”
He smiled. A real smile, a naked smile. One that warmed her heart. “Evangeline.”
“Asmodeus.” She chuckled at his ridiculous name.
“I never did find your bed.”
“I’ve never had sex on the floor in a hallway before.”
His smile turned wicked. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“Take me to bed, you crazy man. First door on the left, behind you.”
He lifted her and stood up like she weighed nothing—every curvy woman’s dream—and then he took her to bed and ravished her until the sun rose.
Sometime the next morning, Eva sat bolt upright in bed, clutching the sheet around her naked body. Beside her, the man who’d spent all night inside her in every possible position still slept soundly.
