Page 7 of Sustaining
I can’t believe he did that for me. He took away my pain without even thinking of himself.
“I’m sorry, Sin,” I whisper over his lips.
The steady inhale of his breath becomes a heavier feeling, his chest rising and falling against mine.
“I don’t ever want to hurt you.” His smooth skin is nice against my palm as I skim down his neck before pushing my fingers back through his hair.
His eyes close, like the small touch of my hands on his body is too much.
So I do it again. I trail each finger ever so slowly down his neck, sweeping my nails back up and then raking them right back down. Strong muscles tense with control, repressing the shudder shaking through his hard body.
“Arlow,” he warns on a dangerous tone while one tattooed hand crashes hard and firmly on my hip.
His touch and his kisses in the past were always a little rough. Uncontrolled and so fucking enthrallingly addicting he has no idea. Right now is no different. I’m addicted to the way he wants me and I don’t think he realizes that I want him just as much as he wants me.
“I want you to touch me just as much as you want to touch me,” I whisper.
His eyes open in a flash at the sound of my words. A startled gasp slips from my lips. Once again, the fiery color of his gaze is just a thin ring around big, ebony pupils, like something more dangerous is pressing to get out.
And then the demon kisses me.
His hooded gaze watches me as he kisses me hard until it’s too much for us both. My lashes close just as his tongue slides over mine, flicking and caressing me like I never could have imagined. It isn’t anything like the way he kissed me before. It isn’t lustful and wanting. It’s pained and demanding.
In just two short steps, he pins me to the doorframe, my back arching against the edge of the framing as his hard chest covers mine just right.
Those long fingers of his push along my ribs, taking his time skimming slow over every exposed inch before slipping beneath my shirt. The tips of his fingers roll along my nipples lightly at first, so lightly I gasp against his kiss, and he consumes that sound without stopping. He rolls the sensitive pebbles, squeezing hard, the painful pleasure pulsing right down between my thighs.
My moan echoes into the small room as his lips press lower and lower down the curve of my neck. His fingers arch, constricted beneath my shirt until it seems to piss him off. His wrist turns, and with a flash of magic, the shirt’s gone. He groans as he looks down at my bare breasts cupped in his big hands.
I never noticed how much his fingers look like they’d be perfect for playing stringed instruments. His palms look like they’re made to caress. It’s the oddest thought, but his hands look perfect against my body.
“Fuck. You’re so damn beautiful.”
The rasp of his accent tingles all through me at the same time as his hands push firmly over the curve of my breasts. I heave a breath, my chest rising against his palms.
He takes a single step back, pulls at the collar of his shirt, and tosses it down, wasting no time in pressing his smooth chest against my breasts. When his body melds into mine, his fingers dig into the underside of my thighs, pushing my skirt up until my core grinds just right into the hard outline of his cock beneath his dark jeans.
His hips thrust against mine, grinding into my clit with every move he makes until I can’t take it anymore. My hand fits between us, and he moves back just enough for my fingers to shove down his jeans. Smooth skin slides meets my palm, my fingers stroking every thick inch of him. His teeth drag against my neck once more before he tilts his head down to watch. Hot breaths fan across my breasts, my body aching just from his closeness. My wrist moves at a leisurely pace, enjoying the strain of his shoulders as I run my palm over the slick head of his cock and then all the way back down.
“I wasn’t going to fuck you,” he whispers, his head dipping, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipple.
“Mmm, you weren’t?”
His mouth seals hard over me, taking as much as my breast into his mouth as he can before gliding the flat of his tongue hard against my nipple. I arch into the sharp scrape of his teeth, making me tip my head back into the doorframe as a gasp shakes from my lungs.
He pulls slowly back and shakes his head before pressing a chaste kiss over the other breast.
“No. I have no idea how we got here actually.” He sucks hard against the other nipple, my hand working faster and faster along his shaft. A low groan hums against my sensitive skin. He lifts his lustful, crimson gaze to search mine. “I wanted our first time to be as a group.”
Sometimes, all his sweet gentleness makes me forget he’s a wickedly sinful demon.
Until he reminds me. Like right now.
My brows raise, my hand stopping its quick strokes between our bodies. All I can think about is the tangle of delicious hard bodies tangled all around mine in a sweaty, thrusting image of ecstasy.
My heart pounds demandingly in my ears.
“You wanted our first time to be with Chaos, Kain, and Rime?” My heart trembles weaker when he nods to me.
