Demon Marked

demon worth being. So we’re perfect together, I think.”
    She paused as he angled his body to carry her through the door. His face had hardened, as if containing some emotion again. Not hiding, as he often had before—just holding it in. A shudder ran though him when she leaned in to lick his neck.
    At least he did not hold that in anymore.
    “Take me to the bed. We’ll talk more when your penis is inside me.” She tightened her arms around his shoulders. “And you’ll tell me why, when you have such purpose burning inside, you are still here . . . waiting.”
    “I didn’t know why until today. I was waiting for you.”
    The bed creaked when he laid her on it, and again when he climbed in after her, bracing his knees on either side of her thighs. He leaned over, his hands flat beside her shoulders. His lips grazed her cheek in a soft caress.
    That was not enough. Not enough after months.
    “Feel me, Nicholas. Use your fingers to feel me. I’m wet. Already so wet. I only had two thoughts as I flew here: Wondering whether you were all right, and how much of your almost-monstrous penis I can take.”
    Eyes on hers, he slipped his hand down. Ash lifted to his touch, panting in anticipation. He didn’t stop at the first sign of heat and moisture, but delved between her drenched folds, then pushed deep. She cried out, thighs clenching, squeezing his wrist. His groan filled the small room.
    “Ah! Yes.” Her fingers curled into the bedsheet. “Do you remember the bathtub? Do you remember how I tortured you there?”
    A thrust of his fingers answered her. His head bent, his tongue flicking her nipple into turgid arousal.
    “Like that, yes. Except I teased you with water instead of my tongue. And in my mind, I’ve tortured you a hundred times in the same way. But never to finish. Each time, I climb in and fill myself with you, and ride until we are both dying of it. I want to die now.”
    He breathed her name against her skin, rose to take her mouth. Hot and wet, each slow kiss killed her a little more. His hand worked at his belt, his button, his zipper. Ash used her toes to push his jeans down before running her feet up the backs of his heavily muscled thighs.
    She pulled at his hair until he lifted his head. Cool blue light spilled across his cheekbones, glinted in his dark lashes.
    “Why did you know today? What changed?”
    “You came.” His gaze held hers. “And I knew that you are not useful to me, Ash. Not anymore. Except as a reason to get up in the morning—”
    “You don’t sleep anymore,” she reminded him, smiling.
    “Except as a reason to keep breathing—”
    “You don’t need air.”
    He narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m still new at this Guardian thing. So just shut up, and let me tell you that I love you.”
    All happiness. Her laugh erupted, and she pulled him down for another kiss, but he lowered his body and shoved forward instead, his thick length filling her all at once. Agonizing pleasure lashed her nerves, whipped her muscles tight. Ash cried out, arching her back as her inner muscles clamped around his invading shaft, as deep as she’d wanted him, needed him.
    His hand fisted in her hair, and he ground his hips against hers, until she was squirming against him, crying out for another heavy thrust. He froze, instead.
    “I was waiting for this .” His voice was a tortured groan against her ear. “To know that your feelings hadn’t faded. To know that I was still a man that you’d want—even though I’m a Guardian now, too. I was too afraid to find you, Ash. Too afraid of what I’d see in your eyes, when you saw the change in me . . . even though you’re the reason for it.”
    Her throat tightened. “I would not give you up so easily, Nicholas St. Croix. You should have more faith in yourself than that.”
    “I’ve given you little reason.”
    “You blew yourself up to save me. Which, so you know, tore my heart out. I’ve spent six weeks building a new one, and you are still stamped all over it.” She wriggled her hips, gasped. God. So full. So frustrating. “And we were supposed to talk when you were inside me, but that did not mean you were supposed to stop everything to talk.”
    He levered up on his elbows, the strain of keeping himself motionless visible in the tendons of his neck, the clench of his jaw. “I can’t do both at once.”
    “So you do have another limit.”
    His eyes narrowed. “We’ll see.”
    Ash burst into a laugh. He was so easy.