Page 17 of Architecti
Her eyes widen, her brow furrows, but she stays silent as she climbs onto the bike.
She flicks the kickstand up and cranks the engine, then revs the bike hard, making me squeal.
She laughs and shouts over the noise.“You’ll want to hold on.”
“To what?”I shriek.
“That depends if you want another orgasm or not…”
Even as she turns to push the bike off, I can sense her grin all the way through the tension in her muscles as I slide my hands around her waist.
I grip hold of Midnight like my life depends on it as she swings around the city streets.Our bodies move in sync after a few minutes, bending this way and then that.She gets so low to the road that I scream multiple times.I don’t know if it’s the bike rumbling between my thighs, the hard plains of Midnight’s body, or the orgasm from earlier, but when we finally pull up to the mist-shrouded campus, I am hot, my heart pounding like galloping hooves and, I can’t lie, I am soaking wet—again.
Midnight pulls off my helmet and grins.“Wasn’t that bad was it…” she says.
My traitorous lips twitch.
She brushes her mouth against my ear.My stomach somersaults—yet another traitorous part of me.
“I think you want me to kiss you,” she says, and her words are drugs.Like the silk tension of an infernal contract.It’s enough to make me wonder ifshe’sthe demon and I’m the mortal.
Is it her words?
Her tone?
Or just the wanton need coursing through my body, and the fact I wouldn’t mind calling her Daddy again.
I never do this.
Never take risks or throw caution to the wind.I’m sensible, deliberate.
I pay attention.
Her hot mouth brushes over my throat and short circuits every thought I had.
Fuck.
“We shouldn’t?—”
But she cuts me off, plunging her lips over mine.I moan into her kiss.Into the soft caress of her tongue kneading mine.My body melts so fast, she grabs me by the waist and hoiks me back up onto the bike seat.I briefly worry that it will fall over, but she kisses my neck, my collarbone, and my mind is lost to the sensation.My head lolls, baring my throat to her as her tongue slides over my pulse.
There’s a beat, the whip of wind against my cheeks and a sweep of clarity—I can use this situation.Make an arrangement, use each other for relief.
But we can’t.This was a one-off.I have a life, I’m stuck on campus most of the time, and she is young.Way too young for this to be anything.And that’s without the fact she’s a danger to me.Demons are forbidden from becoming emotionally involved with mortals because of the damage it does to our power.It’s not like humans mean to.But their souls attract our magic, suck it out of our crystalline hearts and leave us vulnerable.
So, no.This must be a one-off.
I lean down, finding her lips and crushing mine to hers.My hands are all over her, waist, hips, breasts, arse…
Midnight curls her hand around my braid and uses it to tug me where she wants me.I wrap my legs around her waist.
She licks and bites her way over every inch of exposed skin.I grip her chin and crush my mouth to hers.
I kiss her hard.
I kiss her thank you.
I kiss her goodbye.
