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“I know,” he pants.
And god, he probably does.
He slips his magick into my slick heat and pumps hard and fast. The heat is too much. The tingle of his power, the sound of his breathing.
There is no buildup of soft waves. No warning. My neck cords and I scream as the orgasm rips into me with all the delicacy of a freight train.
His mouth finds mine and heat spills from my lips to his. From his hands on my wrists. His legs brushing mine.
The power of my release blankets me and he takes it all. Takes the heat, the glow. The haze. It settles between us, hovering along my skin as his lips pull back just a little.
Through my fluttering lids, I watch as his eyes blaze brighter than ever before. The color is blinding. He throws his head back and his throat works.
With a small shiver, he collapses beside me on the bed and gathers me in his arms. Pulling me flush against his heat, he is even hotter than before. Almost too hot. His warm breath stirs the hair along my neck as he slows his breathing.
As he lays there, I can feel the hard press of his arousal against my rear. But he makes no move to take me. Not. Fatigue washes over me and his warmth only adds to the peace in my chest.
As my eyelids grow heavy, I fall into the oblivion of sleep marveling over a demon gentleman.
Chapter 18
Caine
No one says a word when I walk out of the bedroom that afternoon. Ruin takes a sip of his coffee and offers me another full mug. I take it without speaking and pad out onto the balcony.
I’m not even surprised when Horan joins me minutes later, a canned energy drink in hand.
My brow raises.
He glances down at the drink. “Coffee isn’t strong enough for my kind.”
“Gage, either,” I remark. “It’s why he drinks pots of it at a time.”
Horan’s mouth curves into the barest smile. “I have never liked the taste of coffee,” he admits then glances at the can in his grasp. “I do not like these either, but it is a necessary evil.” His amber eyes cut to me pointedly.
“I didn’t have sex with her. Not in the biblical sense.”
His expression never changes. “Why? She seemed more than willing.”
Why indeed?
She had wanted it. I had too. My body was one large demanding need until I succumbed to sleep well after the sun rose. Or maybe it was the gentle lull of her breathing. Deep, even. It was soothing. Her scent, her lean frame in my arms. Her hair tickling my face like a midnight cloud.
I lay my forearms over the sunny rail and stare into my coffee. “I wanted to,” I admit. “More than I have in a long damn time.”
He leans his hip against the glass wall marking the balcony. “You like her.”
“She’s …” I swirl my coffee. Not Lilah, I want to say.
Is that why I did not bed her? Because she isn’t the one woman I can’t have?
“I don’t know,” I say instead. “It’s complicated, I guess.”
“Only because you complicate things, Caine,” he tells me before taking a long draught of his drink.
“Probably.” I peer over with a grin and he snorts.
Standing back upright, he grasps my shoulder in one warm hand. “She trusts you, Caine. I can see it when she looks at you. If that is not a connection on its own, I don’t know what is. Do not complicate that which does not need to be.” He gives another squeeze and walks back inside.
