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His breathing quickens and the desire inside me coils at the erratic cadence. Like I’m waiting on something. Like my body needs something from his.
I rock my hips to meet his strokes, finding his rhythm and trying to give him as much pleasure as he is giving me. Needing to.
His heartbeat pounds against my chest. I press my palm over the drumming beat. His hips falter as I lift my head and kiss his jaw. His cheek. I want his lips.
Need their press.
He shifts like he knows, and I open fast as he swirls his tongue with mine, as my flavor mixes with his. I nip at his bottom lip, a low rumble spilling from me at the heady mix. It should always be my flavor on his tongue. And I want his on mine.
With a gruff moan, he slips his hand to my ass, spreading me wider as he pounds into my core. The hard thump of flesh against flesh makes my heart speed. Or maybe it’s him.
“Onyx,” he rasps. “Please.”
My eyes fly wide to find him watching me, his jaw tight and his irises glowing like blood moons.
“Come, angel. Please.”
Again that word, like his pleasure depends on mine. Like he can’t unless I do.
I arch my hips and grab his taut ass. His head falls back and the sight of his throat so corded is more than I can take.
His hips jerk and his length spasms inside me as my core ripples. The light over his shoulder flickers.
Oh god. He’s—
Knowing I am the reason for his pleasure sends the ripple into a wave and I scream as my climax slams into me. I thrash and my knees shake as his name echoes in my ears. His hot seed fills me and the light in the room vanishes as he cries out, his body pistoning over and over into mine.
But he does not slow. Does not falter.
Heat spills between us. Mine into him as his trickles into me.
I can feel the white hot pleasure down his spine. The feel of my core flexing and milking him. How hot I am. How amazing I feel.
My body bows nearly in half as another orgasm starts on the current of the last. I scream and scream, feeling all of it around him. He pulls from my body, his seed thick and scalding as it sprays my stomach, my hips.
“Fuck,” he gasps, trying to keep from touching me as his length bobs with every rapid beat of his heart.
Still I ripple, quaking as the edge of my vision grows foggy. I try to turn my head. To look at him.
He raises his eyes to mine, too much white rimming is irises.
The glow is nothing to the light that fills them now. The luminosity.
My lips tremble. “God, you are beautiful.” The words are barely more than a rasp as fatigue washes over me and the fog grows complete.
Chapter 32
Caine
Onyx passes out beneath me and fear flavors my tongue, washing away her sweetness.
“Shit!”
The door bangs open, but I have little concern for any of them.
“Caine? What the fuck?” Ruin’s voice is thunderous.
I scoop Onyx up into my arms and head for the bathroom. “She’s fucking Asmodean,” I snap. “Turn on the damn shower.”
