He bent, his lips aiming for mine, his passion a great swell threatening to sweep me away.
“No!” I struggled out of his grasp. “No!”
Standing on my own, I breathed deep, seeing that we were in his suite in the club.
“Why did you force me to come back, Emeric?” I demanded, clinging to my anger. “What do you want?”
“I didn’t force you to come back.”
“Jack had a different interpretation of your orders.”
“You could have killed Jack and gotten out of the car. You could have killed them all. You haven’t done much with your magic, but you’ve at least learned that no mortal can trap you, yes?”
I stared at him mutely, not acknowledging the answer.
Pride sparkled in his eyes. “I was not forcing you, I was manipulating you. I wanted to tell you in person that the house you planned to rent in Oregon has been sold. Don’t bother looking for another—any that you can afford will be sold by the time you get there.”
“Let me guess,” I said softly. “You?”
“You didn’t think I would make it easy for you, did you?” His grin made my mouth water. It made my rage soar. “It’s time for you to accept your destiny. You will stay, and you will train. You need to be able to protect yourself. You’re old enough now. In that time, you will give in to me. Over and over. I know how hard it is for you to submit, and how much pleasure you get from it. I will give you all that you crave and more. You’re mine.”
“You insufferable bastard.”
I seethed with rage and frustration...and my uncontrollable desire to feel him thrusting into me with reckless abandon, dominating me to the point of an incredible orgasm. I wanted him to lose control, something I knew he hated as much as I hated submitting. Hated it.
Craved it.
I slapped him across the face. My magic pulsed into the air around me. It slammed into him, grew, and then slammed back into me. Before it could fizzle, something that would happen without the bond to secure it, I rode the high and shoved forward, hitting him center mass and throwing him back.
He grabbed my wrists and then sailed through the air, not twisting to protect himself or flailing from the assault. He just held on, pulling me with him. Hitting the ground, bouncing, and dragging me on top of him.
He let go of my wrists, wrapped one arm around my back and tangled the other in my hair. His lips crashed against mine, bruising in their intensity. Delicious. His hard bulge pressed against my stomach, and desire pulsed hard and hot within me.
Unable to help it, unable to stop wanting it, knowing it had been inevitable from the moment I stepped foot inside this club, I pulled my knees forward to either side of his hips. I pushed up until that hard bulge rubbed against my sodden panties, my pussy incredibly wet from the game of cat and mouse leading up to this moment.
He groaned, releasing my hair and running his hands down my sides and to my thighs before starting back up, pushing my dress up my body and over my head. He tossed it away before returning his palms to cup my breasts, running a thumb over a sensitive nipple.
I panted, working feverishly to loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt.
His hands gripped my shoulders and he rolled us, pressing my body into the rug as his kiss built in passion. I shoved his jacket off his shoulders and then got back to work on his shirt, buttons popping off in my haste. He braced his palms to the sides of my face and pushed off, sitting back to yank off both shirt and jacket and toss his tie after them. He grabbed my panties and yanked them off over my fishnet thigh-highs, pushing my knees apart and bending between my spread thighs.
His tongue licked up through my folds, tugging a heated moan from me. His mouth settled on my clit as first one finger and then another threaded into my pussy, plunging steadily as he sucked in pulses.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, gripping his hair and gyrating into his mouth. His tongue flicked from side to side, his fingers still working, his other hand reaching up to manipulate a sensitive nipple. The feeling running through me was incredible. Indescribable. The power pinging between us... The magic blistering and sparking all around... The electricity of his touch... It was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced, except for with him.
“Emeric, fuck me. Please.”
He growled but kept going, working faster. Sucking harder. I arched into him. Writhed against the rug under my bare back. My body wound tighter. My muscles constricted. I whimpered under the onslaught of his fingers. And then I exploded, the orgasm tearing a scream from my throat. My body shook and convulsed. No other climax could compare to the ones he gave me, not even the ones I achieved by myself. The soul-mirror heightened our sensations, just like it did our magic, pleasure passing back and forth and growing stronger. A bond would make it even more intense.
I wanted to know what it was like…as much as I didn’t.
He left me panting and languid on the ground while he pushed to standing and undid his pants. He slid them and his boxer briefs to the ground. His large cock sprang up, ready for me.
My mouth salivated to taste him, something I’d never, ever wanted with any other man and it annoyed me to no end. Also turned me on. Something about him was different. Something about the taste called to me, just like his smell and his presence. Magic, obviously.
With another shock of anger, I climbed to my feet and shoved him backward, making him stagger. I followed quickly, reaching him when his legs hit the couch and helping him fall back onto it. He lay crooked but I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait. I needed him inside of me. I needed to fuck him hard and fast, working this rage into an orgasm before I dragged him to the ground and begged for more. I could hate myself after it was finished. It would be worth it.
I knelt over him, grabbing him by the base of his cock and lining us up, on the pill and knowing demons didn’t give diseases. I sat down hard, driving him deeply into me. He filled me to the point of bursting, so long and hard and thick. Fuck, I’d missed this perfect fit, stretching me almost to the point of pain.
“Oh fuck yes, Jaelyn,” he said in reverence, his head dropping back and his beautiful eyes closing.
I rolled my hips, lifted up, and slammed back down. Again, somewhat slower, somewhat harder. He groaned, his hands gripping my butt. Pleasure spiraling through me, I melted over him, draping across his body, seeking his lips.
Knowing what I needed without having to ask, he curled his upper body up and tangled one hand in my hair and braced the other on my jaw. He kissed me, running his tongue against the seam of my lips, and when I opened for him, his tongue found mine as he pumped up his hips. Moving within me.
I moaned, and he flipped me in a blind rush, his strength making me feel like I weighed nothing. He trapped me to the couch and drove down into my me. I cried out with exquisite pleasure, clutching him. He gripped my hair again and curled his big hand around my nape, keeping his lips pressed to mine as he railed, slamming home over and over. Crowding me with his body. Branding me with his cock. I held on for dear life, needing his onslaught. Needing the hard fucking. Needing his body deeply inside of me in a way that couldn’t be explained.
“Yes,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. “More.”
He pumped faster, harder. His control wobbled, I could tell. His body was slick under my palms. His muscles flexed. He groaned as he kissed me. As he thrust.