He sits up, pulls me tightly against him. “I’m tempted to make you beg for me,” he says in a growl. Those words are like a fire sweeping through my body. I’m already so close.
He quickly works to unbutton his pants and shift them down, and I waste no time sinking onto him. My back arches, and we moan as one.
His body shudders.
I can feel his emotions, his hunger for me, and how these sensations are so much sweeter than he’s ever imagined. He and I, together, body and soul. I stay in control, stroke for stroke, building the inferno between our bodies.
Despite his mind soaring with indescribable, mind-numbing pleasure, he grabs my hips tightly with those strong, powerful hands and pulls me down roughly, squeezing my hips forcefully. I whimper, sucking in desperate breaths. Again and again until all this fiery pleasure cuts through my consciousness, and I am once more falling. Falling through the universe. His body tenses and bucks just before he falls right alongside me.
Together, we succumb to this dangerous,wonderfulbliss.
43
It’s Hard to Be Mad When You’re This Happy
Hours later, we’re lying in each other’s arms, twisted in Jarron’s smooth black sheets.
“We have some things to talk about, sunshine,” he mutters against my shoulder.
“Oh?” I breathe.
I turn so that his chest is flush against mine. He huffs a little laugh. “Let me be clear,” he says, “this isn’t how I expected this to happen, but I am by far the happiest I’ve ever been. I’d like to be mad at you for sneaking into this place without me, mad at Manuela for suggesting it, but that’s difficult when it gave me easily the greatest day of my existence. It could have ended very differently, though.”
He leans his nose against my arm.
“I didn’t go anywhere you told me not to,” I murmur. I don’t know if that makes it better or not.
He sighs. “I know that now, but at the time…” He swallows. “I don’t know what would have happened. I don’t know if you not seeing it would have even mattered if—if—”
“If I hadn’t let you mark me,” I say. He would have taken it as a rejection.
He nods. “It could have destroyed me. In ways even this connection of ours couldn’t adequately describe.”
I swallow. I don’t want to think about what it means for a demon’s soul to split. “Is that what was happening to you… when we were not together?”
He sighs. “More like my demon threatening me. Showing me what would happen if we didn’t figure this out. You didn’t reject us, but it was clear that was a possibility. He was afraid and wanted to do anything to get you to see us differently.”
I swallow. “You didn’t realize the real reason I pushed you away.”
He shakes his head. “At the time, I had no idea they all thought—” He clenches his jaw. Anger rises up him in, burning through his veins. “Why would they even venture to take a guess? Utter fools.”
“I had that conversation with Bea,” I say softly.
I play through the conversation quickly, so he can see what I saw, hear what I heard, and feel what I felt. I throw in her tearful admissions for good measure. She’s sorry. She decided to change.
“She was coerced into telling him a name,” I say, hoping it’s enough.
“After she let it slip that she knew.” His voice is still harsh, not at all softened by the memories.
“Jarron,” I whisper, “I don’t want you to hurt her.”
He takes in a long breath. “I know.”
“Will you?”
“No.” He sighs. “But I don’t like it. And I don’t trust her not to turn on us. I will not trust her with your safety.”
“Well, you’re going to have to trust my intuition.” I say it firmly, only half-believing he will.
