Wren

I tried to process what was happening, but then what was there to process? Corson was kissing me, and not just any kiss, but one that would consume me. And I wanted to be devoured by him, I decided, as the fiery scent of him mingled with the November rain in an intoxicating combination that ensnared me.

His hand entangled in my hair, and he pulled my head back to deepen the kiss. Dimly, I realized I’d never truly been kissed before, or at least I’d never been kissed as if I were everything to someone. Corson kissed me as if the most important thing to him was having me.

My hand loosened its grip on the towel, and before I knew what was happening, it fell with a whisper to pool around my feet. I still wore my bra and underwear, but his clothes pressed against most of my flesh. Instead of his wet body chilling me further, it heated mine more than any fire could have.

He moved me back a step and then another until my back was against the door. The heady evidence of his arousal rested against my belly while he continued to kiss me as if his life depended on it. I eagerly met his tongue as our breaths fell into rhythm with each other.

“If you decide to experiment on me, I might not let you go afterward.” His words from earlier drifted across my mind.

Pull away! Yet, I found myself being dragged further and further under by his kiss. I’d never experienced something like this before and I wanted him so badly that my entire body ached for him.

I went to reach for his shoulders, but he seized my wrists. With one swift move, he bound my wrists together with his hand and pinned them over my head. I realized he had me trapped and vulnerable, something I’d vowed never to be with a demon. Being at the mercy of a demon equaled death.

However, I didn’t experience any trepidation, and instead of fighting his hold, I arched into him until my breasts flattened against his chest. My mind spun, but it was impossible to grasp any thoughts when Corson had complete control of my body.

He’d let me go if I asked it of him, but I didn’t feel dirty, tired, and unattractive with Corson as I so often did. Instead, I felt the complete opposite of those things and alive in a way I never knew I could be. For the past fourteen years, my heart had beat, my lungs inhaled, but I’d only done those things because my body required me to do them.

Now, I did them because I wanted to do them.

I hadn’t realized I was mostly dead until he made me come alive. This could never go anywhere between us. He’d said he might not let me go, but he would. I wasn’t his Chosen. He desired me, there was no doubt about that, but he would find a demon to have demon babies with, and I….

I could be dead tomorrow, and it was time I started living for today.

I could never have a relationship with a demon, and Corson wouldn’t want one with me once he found his Chosen, but I would always remember what it had been like to have his touch make me come alive.

My breath came in pants as he broke the kiss to gaze down at me. His eyes held mine while he ran his free hand down my side, tracing over my ribcage and down to my hip. The sensation of his bare flesh against mine drove me crazy, and of their own volition, my hips thrust toward his fingers when they trailed from my belly button to the edge of my underwear.

When he pulled his hand away, I almost whimpered, but then one of his talons grazed my flesh. His eyes left mine to rake over my body before he sliced down the front of my underwear. The thin material gave way with a whisper when it slid down my thighs to land on the floor. He must have retracted his talons as I felt only skin when he slid his fingers between my legs, and one of them rubbed my clit.

I mewled before biting my lip to suppress the sound. His eyes remained focused on what he was doing as he spread the wetness growing between my legs in unhurried strokes that caused my legs to tremble.

“You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you,” he said as he slipped a finger into me. I was unable to suppress a cry as he bent his head to nibble on my earlobe. Then his lips were against mine once more while he continued speaking. “How badly I want my finger to be my dick you’re riding.” He moved his palm in such a way that it sent spirals of pleasure through me. “How much I want to hear you screaming my name while I’m buried deep inside you, making you come over and over again.”

I didn’t have any control over my body as his words and hand did things to me that I didn’t know could be done. My hips met the rhythm of the movement his finger created as tension built steadily within me. Then he removed his hand and disappointment crashed through me. My hips pushed demandingly toward him. “Why?” I moaned.

“I have to… I’m so hard it hurts.”

I heard a button and then a zipper before I felt his erection touch my stomach. It was so rigid, yet so smooth and hot as it rested against me. His talons emerged a few inches, and he sliced my bra down the middle. Cool air rushed over my bared flesh when my breasts spilled free. Corson’s gaze fastened on them and the sound he emitted was one of possession and hunger.

Then, he was dipping his mouth to trail his tongue over my skin. He licked around my hardening nipple before sucking it into his mouth. “Corson!” I cried and he turned his attention to my other breast.

I jerked against his hold on my wrists, needing to feel him, but he refused to let me go. When he released my nipple, and rose over me again, his eyes burned orange fire.

“Tell me to stop, and I will, but I won’t take anything less than all of you this time, Wren. Tell. Me. No,” he bit out, and I heard the torment in his voice.

I’d watched as he’d torn the macharah apart like it was no more than a piece of paper. He’d moved so fast he’d become a blur, but his destruction had littered the floor behind him. I’d followed his progress by watching the pieces of the octopus-looking creature flop on the ground before turning to ooze and slipping through the floorboards. The macharah had been a monster straight from Hell, and he’d pulverized it. His desire for me was evident, he could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d never be able to stop him, yet he’d just given me control. He would do whatever I said.

There were so many reasons to tell him no. All those reasons clamored through my head as I stared at him. I opened my mouth to tell him no, that we should stop. I could come to regret this, but I knew I would regret it more if it never happened.

“Yes,” I said.

Something crackled through the air and over my skin. I leaned back as I realized it was a wave of Corson’s power—a power he’d been keeping somewhat concealed, but it slipped free now. Before I could react, he slid his arm under my ass and lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My gaze held his as the movement caused his erection to settle between my thighs and press against my center.

His hand tightened on my wrists, pinning them to the door as the head of his shaft parted my folds. In one swift motion, he plunged deep inside me and froze when I cried out. The sensation of him within me wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar as he stretched and filled me. I wiggled and then winced as I tried to adjust to the size of him.

“Easy,” he murmured, his lips caressing mine as he spoke. “Wait a minute.”

I didn’t know if he was talking to himself or me, but it didn’t matter. Releasing my wrists, he cupped my neck tenderly as his tongue slid into my mouth again. Finally able to touch him, my hands sought the buttons of his shirt, impatiently tugging them free. The last button fell free, and I broke the kiss to shove the shirt off his shoulders. Adjusting his hold on me, he shrugged the rest of the way out of the clothing.

I sighed when my hands fell onto his bare flesh. My legs clenched around him when my gaze followed the rain water trickling from his hair. The beads of water trailing down his chest and abdomen emphasized the ridges and valleys of his stomach as they ran in and out of the dips of his body.

Like all demons, the only hair he had was on his head, eyebrows, and eyelashes, so the water flowed freely down him to where our bodies joined. The sight of him between my legs caused my mouth to go dry, and I gave an experimental rotation of my hips.

“Oh,” I breathed and repeated it as my body adjusted more to having him within me.

A muscle twitched in his jaw, and his hand flattened against the wall beside my head as the other remained cupped beneath my ass. His eyes fell to my breasts when my back arched toward him.

“Exquisite,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to run his tongue over one of my puckered nipples.

My fingers curled into the wet, silky length of his hair, drawing him closer. I’d never experienced anything like this before. A quickie in the woods didn’t leave much room for touching, kissing, and feeling, but now all I could do was feel Corson as he possessed me.