Lost Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 4)

He shreds his shirt off him instead of removing it, and I lick my lips as I take in all the lean muscles that conceal the explosive power lurking inside him.

When he resumes the hungry kiss, I remember I’m half demon. I suck out the darkest, most evil souls from humans and absorb their energy in order to survive. My morals are already skewed, so fuck it. As long as he doesn’t bite me, we can deal with the wrongness of this later.

I moan his name when he jerks my legs apart even farther, and I realize jeans are missing. My legs slide over firm skin, and I start grinding against him, searching for anything to dull the ever-growing ache. I’m not sure when he took those jeans off, but I’m glad they’re gone.

His hand slips between us, feeling how wet I am, and he groans, sounding a little less animalistic as he removes his hand and replaces it with the hardest part of his body that I want more than anything.

In one hard thrust, he fills me completely, and I claw at his back as my eyes slam shut.

Our lips lose contact, and he starts kissing down my neck as his hips set an angry rhythm. It’s riding that fine line of pleasure and pain, and I love it... I crave more. Need more.

He holds me in place when I try to meet his thrusts, his hands gripping my hips possessively as he controls the pace. My hands slide into his short, silky hair that has slowly started to darken, losing the golden blonde hue it had just days ago.

Something powerful hums inside me, pulling tighter and tighter, and I beg for more... But I have no idea how much more I can handle or what I’m even begging for.

“So perfect,” he says against my ear as he thrusts in harder.

At least he sounds normal again.

One of his hands slides up to my hair, and he jerks my head to the side, giving him a better angle on my neck as he continues to own my body.

My core tightens, along with all my muscles as I hang on the precarious edge of an orgasm that will surely tear me apart. Then I feel the pressure of sharp points rake over my neck, and it tips me over the edge.

With one hand, I grab his head, tugging him away as hot and cold ecstasy washes over me in cascading waves, again and again.

“Don’t bite,” I say breathily, panting for air as my entire body shudders against his.

He curses before turning his head away, and he grips my leg with one hand, pulling it against him as he shifts his angle and starts chasing his own release.

The new angle incites a new budding of need in my core, and I grip onto him tightly, worried I might split in two if another powerful orgasm crashes into me this soon.

When it all crests, I’m crying out and thrashing wildly, while Chaz stills inside me, barely making a sound other than another dark growl. Clinging to him, I bury my face in the side of his neck while heaving for air.

He shudders against me, clinging to me just the same, and I breathe in deeply, still trying to catch my breath.

There are a thousand problems with this. There are a thousand reasons this can’t work. But we’re immortals. Immortals fight, fuck, and survive. It’s all we do. I’ve just been doing two out of the three since breaking free of the rings.

This is the first time I’ve tasted freedom and tasted euphoria at the same time. I’ve really been missing out.

He turns back, kissing the top of my head so sweetly, a gentle contrast to how roughly he just took me. That’s something else I’m not used to, and I go still in his arms. When we got the chance to have sex in the rings, it was just sex. There was no forehead kissing or lingering in each other’s arms. It was cold and served one purpose—release.

Tentatively, I touch his hair, running my fingers through it. He shudders again, and he nuzzles my face sweetly with his before brushing his lips over mine.

It’s the first bit of affection I’ve ever had that wasn’t saturated in lust or seduction.

“We should get back. I can’t believe I lost it like that and didn’t even bother to check on Dice and your sister,” he says, raising up with a grim expression. “Then I took you like an animal instead of making sure you were okay.”

“I am okay,” I tell him quickly, running my fingers through his hair.

I guess he was still lucid even though he wasn’t fully himself. It’s not like the others when they lose control.

The sun is beaming down on us in our little hollowed out place in the woods. It’s just us and the sound of the wilderness. The bunker is under us, but he doesn’t need to be underground so far away from the sun.

His expression changes, and he frowns as he studies me. His fingers on one hand stroke my side, and I sigh as I relax, staying under him like it’s completely natural.

“What the hell were you thinking stepping in front of that damn blaze? Karma could have dematerialized them and would have.”

I shrug, swallowing hard. “It was instinct. Estranged as we are, Karma is still my sister.”