Page 16 of The Magic of Revenge
“You love me?” I smiled against his mouth.
"I was obsessed with you the moment I laid eyes on you. I was enraptured when you told me of your warrior ways. Falling in love with you was inevitable, Goldie."
Well, when he puts it like that...
My fingers dug into his shoulders and I smashed my lips against his, suddenly desperate for him. I needed him. The closeness, the comfort, the love.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, seeking out mine, and I moaned as he kissed me deeply. It started out desperate, and slowly morphed into something much deeper. His kiss slowed as he took his time winding me up. My legs wrapped around his hips and I squirmed against his cock that was suddenly very hard between us.
"Shower time." Bram's voice was huskier than I'd ever heard it and it did nothing to simmer me down.
"But—" He cut me off with his lips, his hands tugging my shirt up and off. He pinned me with a look that promised dirty, delicious things. I wanted those things. All the things. My bra went next and Bram groaned with need as he took in my naked breasts. The cold air hit my nipples and they perked up like beacons for his mouth.
"Gods, you're sinfully perfect," he growled, dropping his head and giving my nipple a firm suck.
"Oh stars," I panted.
"You taste like sunshine and sugar," he praised and went back to swirling his tongue. I was a whimpering mess by the time he pulled back, my nipples exquisitely abused. "Come on, princess. Let me get those pants off you."
I took his offered hand and scooted off the counter. Bram sucked in a sharp breath as I pushed my yoga pants and panties to my feet. His gaze burned me up as he studied my naked body. When he got to the apex of my thighs and didn't move, I was about to cover myself up. My arm moved slightly to do just that and Bram shivered, horns growing from his head. Fucking hell, he was glorious.
We didn't speak. I couldn't. All I could do was gawk at him as he pulled his own shirt off and began undoing the button on his jeans. When he met my eyes, I swallowed roughly as I realized they were glowing. His demon was at the surface, barely restrained.
I wanted him.
When he pushed down his pants, I nearly hyperventilated. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. It stood straight out, heavy and girthy. My wings suddenly exploded out of my back at the same time my horns and tail made their appearance.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. Bram's wings and tail snapped out a moment later and I took him in greedily with my eyes. Bram was smoking hot on a good day. But this? Naked, hard as stone for me and all demoned out? All I knew in that moment was that if I didn't get my hands on him in two seconds, my vagina was going to detach herself from my body and do the job her damn self.
He snapped out of his trance a moment later and had me pressed against his body. My body practically sang at the feel of his hands on my bare skin.
"My demon queen. My sunshine. Mine," he promised as he palmed my ass and pressed his cock against my stomach.
"Bram." My hands slid up his chest and I cupped his face, staring deeply into his penetrating gaze. "I need you so badly."
"Oh, Goldie girl... You fucking have me. You own me," he confessed, lifting me and stepping into the shower. Since my shower wasn’t all that large to begin with, we pulled our wings back in to make a little more room. The steam rose up around us as though it could push us even closer together.
I was mesmerized watching the water droplets run down his chest. Bram lowered my feet to the floor and grabbed my body wash.
"Seems you're making a habit of washing me," I teased as he began working his soapy hands over my shoulders. "I'm going to get spoiled, you know?"
He chuckled deeply and my thighs clenched.
"I plan on spoiling you every single day of the rest of our lives. It brings me great pleasure to dote on you and express my devotion to you. It's a mated male demon thing," he explained.
I pushed the wet hair that had fallen into his eyes out of the way. "What do you mean?"
"Well, male demons don't really act like this. It's not really our nature. We're harder, not as affectionate. Until we meet our mate. There's some kind of baser instinct that drives us to do whatever we can to please our woman. To care for her, provide for her, pamper her senseless. The thought of anticipating your needs and delivering them to you gives me the most profound sense of fulfillment," he told me, dropping a kiss to my neck.
That explained a lot. From the very beginning, Bram had taken it upon himself to see to my happiness. It made me think of the last time we were in this bathroom and how he'd threatened me with other women. Fuck, he must've been so hurt to go to such lengths. Deliberately hurting me like that when it went against the very way he was wired...
"I'm so sorry, Bram," I whispered.
“Why are you sorry? You don’t need to apologize for anything.”
“No, I think I do. I lied to you. I mean, I wasn’t sure I could trust you. There was the prophecy and then I was seeing these shadow demons, so the fact that I was suddenly in the demon realm really freaked me out. I know I hurt you and I never want to do that again. I just didn’t understand the magnitude of our bond,” I stressed, hoping that he would understand and forgive me.
“Goldie.” Bram pulled me against him, wrapping his arms tightly around me, surrounding me in a cocoon of emotion. “I never should have said those things to you. I was out of line. You will never have to worry about me touching another woman. You’re all I need.”
