Page 51 of Claimed
His chuckle is dark along my jaw. “Never rush an Asmodean, Onyx.” He kisses me again, taking my protests and turning them into another moan. With another casual flick, he swirls his tongue with mine.
One long finger glides up my stomach. I tremble and slip my hands up to cup his face, pressing harder into his kiss as I grow ravenous for his touch. His heat.
He growls, pulling back to nip my bottom lip. The slight pain disappears under a sweet kiss.
When he eases back, I can see nothing but the shine of his eyes, the glow.
Red has never been my favorite color, but as the light highlights his sharp cheekbones, his raven hair …
I will never look at crimson again.
He lifts himself to hover over me, his jean-clad legs fitting into the cradle of my body. His body rolls. There is no other world for it. It is a boneless glide from the top of his head to his knees, brushing his velvety hot skin over mine.
His chest rubs against my nipples, teasing them before his hips grind into mine.
I cry out as his weight shifts over my apex. The jolt of pleasure makes my body shake and he hasn’t even touched me.
He stills. “Onyx.” My name is like a hoarse whisper above me.
My legs wrap around his waist in answer and I arch under him, needing him with a desperation that I don’t think I have ever felt.
He groans. “Onyx,” he pants. “Slow. Please.”
But I don’t want slow. I want him.
Now.
I hook my leg and roll us on the massive bed. He hits the mattress and stares up at me. Even in the dimness I can see the haze clouding his features. The dazed cast.
When he tries to sit up, I force him back down. My hands roam over his shoulders, his chest as I rock my hips. He is rigid beneath his jeans, so hard and so hot. The ghost press through the rough material makes my core ripple, and the glow in his eyes spins in a dizzying spiral.
His head falls back and his lips part.
It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
An Asmodean in the peak of pleasure.
Leaning down, I kiss his lips, his cheeks. The shadowed, scruffy line of his jaw. I inhale his scent and run my fingers through his dark, silken hair.
Every sensation builds the ache in my center until my rhythm falters and a soft gasp spills from my lips.
Caine grabs my wrists and flips me backward. He keeps space between our bodies. Distance I neither want nor like.
“Caine,” I plead, crying from the desire in my body. The heat.
A tendril of warmth slides over my lace thong and I still heart pounding wildly.
“I can make you come without touching you,” he breathes over my lips. Close, but not quite brushing my mouth with his. That too is a tease. Caine taking back control. “Do you want to come, Onyx?”
I nod.
The heat shifts my panties like scalding fingers. His control is dizzying. Almost scary. But it adds to the fire he is creating. There is the gentlest caress over my nether lips, soft and silken. Like a ribbon.
My head presses deeper into the bed, arching my body into the touch of his power. His breathing grows ragged. His magick teases my pearl, gliding around it and over it before diving into my channel and sliding back out.
Oh god.
There isn’t enough air, enough moisture in my mouth as my heart threatens to explode from my body. He does it again and the first ripples tighten my core. “Caine,” I warn.
