Page 129 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Like him.
Sudden affection fills up at the pit of my stomach, making my whole body languidly lean back into him, a sigh of contentment on my lips. His own lips press to the sensitive skin at my neck and I wonder if he feels it too. The flow of something deeper than just sex or trust. Something fueled by something that burns brighter and hotter than that.
“I know,” he groans against my neck. “I know. Me too. Me too.”
I clench around him, and his hips cant up, faster and faster, letting me know he’s on the verge of falling.
I clench my pussy tighter around him, causing something inside him to snap. His every movement becomes uncontrolled and vicious, every thrust upwards hitting something deep inside me, so deep I feel it in the pit of my stomach. He fills me so good that the cries of ecstasy that release from my mouth are entirely inevitable.
Soon he follows after me, biting down against my neck so hard, I feel a brief sting of pain before his forked tongue flicks over it, easing the wound’s pain with soft licks and nips. I feel a rush of warmth as he cums inside me, the gush of liquid slipping out from between our bodies and sliding against our joined skin, making us slick.
In the quiet of the room and the darkness of his enclosed wings, the only sound is that of our harsh, mingled breaths.
I whimper as he adjusts, pulling himself out of me. A gush of liquid flows, dirtying our sweaty skin. His wings unfurl from around us as he lifts me by the hips and gently places me face down on the bed. I can barely move. Every single muscle is quaking from being up in the air, tied, twisted this way and that. And every orgasm he pulled out of me has left me in a dumbstruck state of bliss.
Pendeja. He’s basically left me bien pendeja.
And I find that I’m okay with that, surprisingly.
The soft bed of his dips and I peek an eye open, not realizing I’d had them closed in the first place, to find him standing up.
My stomach dips as I watch him start to walk away from me. My fingers twitch and I make a strangled sound as my heart starts to beat a bit faster.
“Ssh,” he quiets. “I’m not leaving you, love.”
The endearment sends a surge of warmth through the entirety of my body that has nothing to do with what we just did. It’s the affectionate kind. The kind that starts from the heart and spreads everywhere else, making every inch of me tingle.
The kind that feels a lot like love.
Tears prickle at the backs of my eyelids, even as I try to stave them off.
The bed dips again as Kane crowds behind me. He hums and his touch against my body makes the tears fall. I try not to let out a choked sob as he wipes a warm, wet rag across my body, dipping it between my legs and my thighs from behind to clean up our mingled release.
He’s methodic, as methodic as he was when eating me out and fucking me, making me his. It isn’t until minutes later, when I feel like he’s wiped every inch of me down, that he tosses the rag to the side and turns me, straddling my waist.
His eyes widen at the sight of my tears, his breathing growing harsher. Immediately, his hands go to cup my face. His thumbs swipe my tears away.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice is gruff and filled with an emotion I can’t quite place.
“Never.”
“Then I’m not doing a good job of taking care of you, am I?” He makes atskingnoise.
“That’s not it,” I protest.
His hands slide down my body, kneading and rubbing the muscles on my arms, stopping my arguments before they can form on my lips. I groan, a moan of absolute pleasure. He works his way down my body, massaging all the kinks that formed from the crazy ass positions he had me placed in. It feels glorious, the way his fingers and thumbs ease the tension.
I can almost forget what I’m supposed to do to save him.
It’s in this moment I know I can’t leave without saying everything I need to say.
“Kane.” My voice cracks, drawing his attention on me. His brows furrow and I know he’s trying to figure out what’s the matter with me, why I’m suddenly so emotional. “I’m okay,” I whisper, but an errant tear slips out. “I just… I need you to hold me. Please?”
His expression softens. “Of course.”
Within seconds, his demonic form is pulled back until he looks like a normal human man again. But that’s not quite right. He could never look entirely human, even if he wears a human skin. He’s too beautiful. Too dangerous. Not evil, but something other.
Something that I’ve learned to love.
