He lowered his head and pressed gentle kisses to my thighs, nuzzling them in a move that was somehow achingly sweet, while also toe-curlingly sensual.
His gaze met mine. He sent me a filthy grin, and then his lips and mouth and tongue and— oh god— the edge of his teeth were caressing every inch of me. One finger pushed inside, while his mouth found my clit, and he let out a hum that made me arch my hips.
The bastard laughed.
I’d thrown my head back, and I glowered down at him. He sent me a wink and then slowly circled my clit, pushing another finger inside to join the first.
A moan left my throat as he hooked his arms beneath my thighs, pulling me closer for him.
He licked me. Again and again, paying special attention to the spots that made me tense, made me gasp, made me writhe.
Then he lowered his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves that made me jolt. His fingers caressed my g-spot.
My mind went blank, my breath caught, and I melted. Pleasure crested, engulfing my body until I was limp beneath him.
Liquid silver eyes met mine. Lust had tightened the muscles in his jaw. My demon was barely holding himself together. It was a powerful feeling.
I held out my arms and he covered me with his body, positioning himself at my entrance.
We both gasped as he thrust into me.
“God you’re good at that.”
He twisted his hips. “Say it again.”
“God, you’re–”
“Not that.” He raised his head and nipped my chin. I laughed, and the sound turned into a strangled moan as he ground against me, hitting my clit.
“You say it first.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I love you,” he said.
“Well, you don’t have to sound so pissed off about it.”
His hips stopped moving.
I slammed my foot against his butt and he merely waited.
“I love you,” I laughed. “Now,move.”
He moved. He knew the exact spot to hit for the friction to drive me wild. Each time I was on the edge, he’d change his position slightly, until I was clawing at his shoulders.
“You goddamn sadist.”
He laughed and then he was gone. I gaped, but he’d already lifted me onto my knees, spinning me around until my elbows hit the mattress.
His next thrust made me yelp. He was suddenly so deep I was sure he couldn’t get any deeper. His hand slid beneath me, finding my clit, and my legs spread, welcoming him. He pounded into me, until all I could feel was each slide of his cock, my body tightening. He shifted his angle, and the combination of his clever fingers caressing my clit and his thick cock rubbing against my g-spot…
I was so close.
“Samael,” I gasped, and he let out a low growl. Several hard thrusts, and then my climax hit me, climbing up my spine and sending shockwaves through every inch of my body. Behind me, Samael growled once more, flooding me with heat.
We both collapsed onto the bed.
Sometime later, I felt Samael stir. My throat was dry as a desert, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. He nuzzled my ear, sending a delicious tingle through my body, and then he was returning with the champagne and a cool glass of water.
He held the water to my lips, placed the glasses on the bedside table, and hauled me into his arms.
