Page 33 of Bellamy
“Enough with the bullshit.” My voice rose. “If I gave Belphegor the location of Light Bringer, would he really set me free? No. He’s not stupid. Better to dispose of me once I’ve served my purpose. And if Idon’tgive him what he wants? Well. Purah assured me he’s going to take his sweet-ass time giving me a slow, painful death. So yeah. Maybe I turn to humor to help me cope.”
Phoenix slammed a hand on the wall behind my head, his nostrils flaring as he leaned down to me. “So you’re going to give up? Accept your death?”
I held his gaze. His face was inches from mine. “What else am I supposed to do, Phoenix? Beg for mercy? That’s not my style. I haven’t fought this damn hard just to die on my knees, begging for my life.”
“My life would be easier if you died,” he murmured, his breath tickling my mouth.
“So kill me.” I angled my head back, exposing my neck. “Run a celestial blade across my throat. End it right now.”
He swallowed hard. “I can’t.”
“Because you won’t get the location of your king’s precious sword?”
Phoenix grabbed my chin. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?” I wasn’t nearly as unfazed as I pretended to be. “That you think I’m too cute to die?”
“You’re devastating,” he growled, hand shaking. “And I hate the way you make me feel.”
“How do I make you feel?” I glanced at his mouth… at those soft-looking lips I wanted to taste.
“Like I want to break you in half.” Phoenix smoothed his thumb across my bottom lip. “But I can’t.”
“Why?”
“The same reason why you couldn’t let me die in that warehouse.” He ghosted his lips across my jaw. “Fate.”
His smoky, spicy scent enveloped me, and I felt light-headed. Horny as fuck too. I suppressed a groan as my cock filled. I definitely didn’t have any trouble getting it up for Phoenix.
“Touch. Kiss.”Lust stirred in my veins.
My willpower was nonexistent then. This demon had caused me and my brothers so many problems. He had hurt us. And yet, I succumbed anyway. Somewhere inside me, I’d known this moment would always come.
I’d sacrifice it all just to have one taste of him.
I softly pressed my lips to his. He made a sound in his throat before crushing our mouths together, his fingers sliding through my hair. His lips were softer than I’d thought but firm as they fused with mine.
My body hummed. Vibrated. Whether it be from our fated mate connection or from me denying myself pleasure for so long, that one kiss set me on fire. My head spun, and a low growl rumbled in my chest.
Lust was starving. Fuck, so was I.
“I hate that I want you,” Phoenix said, tearing from the kiss.
“Right back at you, demon.”
He kissed me more forcefully. It wasn’t soft or sweet. The searing hot kiss promised hard sex, and I shook with the anticipation.
A delicious surrender. Even without my ability to release pheromones into the air, he couldn’t resist me. And damn it all, I couldn’t resist him either.
I pulled Phoenix more onto my lap and lightly licked the seam of his mouth before dipping my tongue inside. He ground his body on mine and gripped my hair tighter. The sheet separated us, and I tore it away with a frustrated growl. I was naked. I hadn’t dressed after my bath.
Unfortunately,hewas still fully clothed.
“I’m supposed to convince you to stop fighting,” Phoenix panted as I moved from his mouth and kissed his throat. “You were supposed to be shattered and desperate after what Belphegor did to you.”
It was a miracle I wasn’t. Phoenix had a lot to do with why I was still sane after that torture-fest. He grounded me whenever I was so close to slipping away.
“The only thing I’m desperate for right now is to fuck you within an inch of your life.”
