Page 93 of Demons and Debts
I scream in pleasure, burying my face in his chest, taking in the scent of him like smoke and leather. He sets a punishing rhythm, my thighs clenching around him tighter with the sounds he makes.
I have a sudden realization in the middle of all of this that I’ve never been so turned on in my life before.
I'm climbing higher and higher, my body feeling like I just can't get enough. Something in me takes over and it feels like I'm working purely on instinct. I want … to bite him? That can’t be right. But his hand takes my throat again, stopping me as I lunge forward, and he roars, but I know – don't ask me how – that he's pleased by what I just tried to do.
He fucks me even harder, pulling my hips up and slamming them down, plunging himself into me over and over and over until I can't take anymore, my legs shaking as my entire body goes rigid and I scream his name in release.
He follows immediately, letting out a long, low, powerful groan as I feel him pulsing inside me.
He finally lets me go and I fall back against the mat, my body still locked with his. I’m breathing heavily, confused but satisfied in a way that I have never been before. The pain I felt is gone. It’s like I was starving before and didn’t know it. My skin feels warm and my body is so comfortable, relaxed, and alive. I can hardly even open my eyes and it’s not because I'm tired, it’s because I feel so good.
I crack my eyes open so I can watch him. He's still in front of me and he moves back a little, his body slipping from mine. He's back in his human form and there’s nothing on his face to suggest that he’s upset, but I know he is. It's weird, but I feel like I'm somehow tuned into him on some level.
He looks down at me and his eyes become tortured.
‘I'm so sorry,’ he whispers, and the anguish in his voice makes tears come to my eyes.
I want to tell him it's okay, but my eyes close and I float away like a leaf on the breeze.
19
VIC
I'm sitting in my study when Sie throws open the door and barges in. That's not unusual, but it's the look on his face that has me getting to my feet, heart beginning to hammer in my chest.
‘What is it?’
My second paces the room, his hand over his mouth.
‘I've done something,’ he says.
‘What?’ I ask.
He can't even look me in the eye.
‘What have you done?’ I ask more forcefully.
‘I didn't mean to. I didn't know … I just … I couldn't stop.’
‘What –Whoare you talking about?’ I ask, afraid that he's killed one of the on-call girls downstairs.
‘The new girl. Jane,’ he murmurs as if only just remembering she has a name.
‘Where?’ I’m already heading for the door.
‘I put her back in her room.’
‘Is she alive?’ My heart is pounding in my chest so hard I can barely breathe.
Sie nods and my relief is profound.
‘Is she injured?’
‘I don't think so.’
I let out a sound of frustration. ‘Then what the fuck’s the problem?’
‘You don't understand! I … I wasn't myself. I lost control. I … she struggled …’
