He stepped into the moonlight which was streaming through my bedroom window. His scent of cinnamon was forcefully strong but not strong enough to bewitch me like he had done so many times before.
All I wanted to do was dig my fingers into his thick muscle, touch him like he had touched me so many times, and tell him that I knew his little secret.
This was real. This was Eros.
So damn frightening yet the only thing that I wanted.
I grabbed his wrists and pulled him onto the bed with me. “Come here,” I said, my hand rubbing up his bare abdomen and curling around the back of his neck. “I want you.”
Human or demon, it didn’t matter to me. I would prove my want for him one way or another. Everything would be so much easier when he knew that I knew.
When he had crawled between my legs and pressed his hardness against my core, I let him tease me. His breath warming my neck, his fingers running down my sides, his horns brushing against me. “Dani,” he whispered, grinding himself harder into me.
“Yes?” I asked, breathing him in.
He grasped my chin in one of his hands and pushed the other into my underwear, finger slowly running down my fold. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pressed a finger against my entrance, teasing me. “I bet you can’t wait for me to be inside of you.” He pushed his finger harder against me, and I did want him inside of me. “Your tight pussy clenching around my cock as it thrust in…” He pushed it inside of me, and my pussy wrapped around it. “… and out…” He pulled it out. “… and back into you…” Back in. “So fucking slowly until you can’t handle it.”
I breathed in his ecstasy, reached between us, and grabbed his cock through his briefs. “You’re the one that can’t wait to be inside of me,” I said, fingers slowly trailing down his jaw. I rolled us over and grinded my hips against his hardness. “For weeks you’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? About how good my hands would feel wrapped around your horns as I ride you. About your teeth leaving love-bites down the side of my neck so everyone can see that I’m yours. About your finally being inside of me after months of torturing yourself around me.”
He gazed up at me with hazy black eyes and placed his hands on my hips, but I grabbed them, pinned them to the pillow next to his head, and intertwined my fingers with his. “No more torturing yourself, Eros. It’s my turn,” I said. I pressed my lips to his.
It was the perfect distraction.
I left hot, needy kisses down his neck. “I want you to take me,” I whispered, tightening my fingers around his. “Any way that you want.” His ring dug into my palm, and I grinded my hips harder against his. “Anywhere that you want.” I slid the ring off his finger—without him noticing—and slid my hand out of his, hiding the ring under my pillow.
When it was secure, I sat back up and smirked down at him, hips still moving back and forth. In the morning, the ring would be there. Evidence that Eros had spent night after night with me, and that I enjoyed every moment we spent together.
He wrapped his hands around my waist. “Look at you,” he said, eyes hazy. “The things I want to do to you.” He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “They’re sinister.”
“Tell me,” I said. His hardness was pressing against my panties.
He sat up and trailed his lips up the side of my neck. “I want to dig my fangs into every inch of your flesh.” His fingers dipped between my legs. “And fuck you until you’re trembling.” He wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled roughly on it. “I want to hear you scream and beg and whimper my name.”
CHAPTER 33
Dani
When I hid Eros’s ring under my pillow last night, I expected to wake up with a giddy feeling. I thought it’d feel like Christmas morning again, when I used to wait for Mom to finish her coffee before I dragged her to the Christmas tree to see what Santa and his flying reindeer brought me.
But I didn’t feel anything giddy. I knew exactly what was under my pillow, and I was terrified.
Even after asking Eros about demons, he didn’t want to tell me his secret; he continued to hide it from me. And, besides that, I had so many questions that I didn’t even know I wanted answered. How would Eros react? Would he still want us or was our relationship best as it was? If he still wanted us, would I be able to survive the depths of Hell if he asked me to go?
One of my windows was pulled all the way open, letting a cold breeze blow in. I cocooned myself in my comforter, stood next to my bed, and stared at the pillow. Maybe I should leave the ring under it and pretend that it was never even there. Things were going well, and I didn’t want to ruin them.
I paced around the room, watching white puffs of air form in front of my face and gazing at the snow as it fell and melted on my windowsill. Though my room must’ve been freezing, I felt extremely hot, like my body was igniting from the inside out, heating every inch of my skin, setting my fingertips on fire.
I wanted to stop thinking about that stupid ring, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was what would happen when Eros found out that I knew his sinful little secret. Would he finally stop holding back? Would he fuck me senseless as he promised? I pressed my legs together. Would I be able to handle all of him?
There was only one way to find out.
Before I could stop myself, I hurled my pillow to the other side of the room. I gazed down at the bed, and my heart nearly stopped. His ring rested perfectly against my gray bed sheets, glowing like his eyes.
A few moments later that giddy feeling appeared.
No more trying to fit the pieces of Eros’s puzzle together. No more doubts. No more waiting for him. This ring was the only evidence I needed.
I grabbed the ring and held it in my hand. It vibrated in my palm, pulsating back and forth and back and forth. So much energy trapped within such a small piece of jewelry.
The black metallic transformed into a garnet red right in front of my eyes, and when it did, I felt like the wearer of this ring had the strength to destroy the strongest, to tempt the purest, to bring the entire world to its knees.
This ring wasn’t powerful. It was power.
Without sparing myself a moment to control the sudden impulses inside of me, I tugged a shirt over my head and headed straight to Eros’s apartment. Two months ago, the thought of a demon fucking me senseless would scare the hell out of me, but now I was craving it—more than I’d ever craved anything in my life.
He didn’t answer on the first knock, so I knocked again. I could just feel his hands on my body, his breath on my neck, him keeping all of his promises to me.
“Javier, if you stole that fucking rin—” Eros said, yanking the door open. He was fastening a towel around his waist, beads of water dripping down his bare chest. When he saw me, he parted his lips—and I could just taste the cinnamon on them already. “Dani, what are you doing here?”