7
INFERNO
“It's nothing against you.I won’t bond with any Incubus.”
“Bet I could change your mind.” He nuzzled my neck, urging my head to the side to get at the tender skin he nipped. Each graze of his teeth ignited a fire in my stomach.
I ground myself against his knee, feeling the pressure build. If we continued for much longer, I might not have been able to hold it together. An orgasm built, edging me closer and closer to a cliff I had every intention of soaring off from. But I didn’t have wings, and I knew I would fall rather than fly.
Damian licked my collarbone, planting his hands on my thighs as he got to his knees. My hands wove themselves through his blond hair, grasping the tendrils like a lifeline. One of his hands slid under my shirt and traced a path across my stomach, onto my ribcage, and caressed the underside of my breasts. In my hurry to find out who was in my apartment, I hadn’t put on a bra. Seemed like a lucky coincidence now.
“Oh God,” I sighed my words, drunk on the air carrying his scent into my lungs. “Why does this feel so good? This is nothing I’ve ever felt before. Every time you touch me, it’s like a mini explosion.”
His breath hit the skin of my stomach and I threw my arms back to brace my body against the wall. I couldn’t trust my legs to hold me.
“I’m made for you. You’re made for me. Nothing will ever feel this good again. No human man can ever make your body react the way I can.” In one fluid movement, he had my pants undone and around my knees. My naked sex glistened with the pale light from the living room. I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life and my juices dripped from the hungry mouth, inviting him in. “This is beautiful,” he said before running his tongue up the slit. “And delicious.”
A moan escaped my throat. Stars erupted behind my eyes. The single sweep of his tongue made my body quake with the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. “Jesus fucking Christ!” I grabbed his head by his hair and held his mouth to me, feeling the seismic pulses erupting from my nether region. He didn’t hesitate. He latched onto my sex, enveloping the entire apex within his warm mouth, sucking and pressing against my clitoris in tune with my orgasm. I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat, yowling my desire in a voice that surprised even me. When the sensations began to dissipate, and my vision grew dim, he lifted me from the puddle I’d dissolved into on the floor and carried me to my bedroom.
I felt the bed beneath me as he laid me down with gentle hands. He smoothed my hair out of my face before finishing what he’d started with my clothes. I was naked as sin, bared to his wandering eyes, and he looked at me with appreciation. “Mine,” he whispered as he removed his own clothes. “Mine,” he whispered as he mounted me and poised his cock above me, ready to plunge in with no remorse.
I lifted my legs, giving him access to what he wanted. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I braced myself for what came. He didn’t disappoint. When he finally drove himself home, it was a brutal onslaught of furious thrusts. His overly large dick buried itself to the hilt, eliciting a glorious pain when my body could allow no more of him inside.
“Mine,” he bellowed, as his thighs clenched, and he held my hips in place to force me to take more.
A second orgasm ripped through my body, rivaling the first in its tenacity. “Fuck!” I screamed, feeling my body squeezing him tightly. It was too much for him, and his eyes squeezed shut. He thrust one more time, and I felt the hot sensation of being filled. I had an urge to slam my legs closed and keep every bit of him inside, selfishly hoarding what he’d bestowed in me.
“Damian,” I said his name so quietly, I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me. But his blue eyes found mine, and I saw in them the future I could have with him. I almost fell for it. My inner demon reared to life, denying everything I felt. A brick wall slammed up between us, and I sought to control the feelings I experienced. He noticed the change in my demeanor at once.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, rolling to the side, disentangling himself from my limbs.
I grabbed the sweat soaked sheet from the edge of the bed and pulled it over my body.
“No. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” My voice was level and unfeeling. I’d disconnected from the situation.
“But?” he asked, fear creeping into his words.
“But I told you. I won’t be anyone's mate. All this will ever be is sex.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and wouldn’t look at me. “Dahlia, I never wanted to be mated, ever. Hell, I used to brag about how, if I ever found my true mate, I would break her heart as I sent her packing. But I have to admit, these feelings are stronger than anything I ever could have imagined. It has to be the same for you, doesn’t it? How can you lay there and shut me out, knowing it will never get any better than what we just shared?”
A tremor in his voice threatened to break my icy stance, but I held strong. “Isn’t it ironic that you vowed to break your mate's heart, and now I’m going to break yours? I’m sorry, Damian. I tried to warn you before you touched me that it wouldn’t go anywhere. I’m not mate material. I’m a Succubus destined to be alone, and that’s what I want.”
“What happened to you?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I countered.
He ran his palm down his face, wiping away the remnants of sweat. “Something bad must have happened for you to be so afraid of happiness.” He jerked his pants off the floor and began to dress. “What do you have to lose? I’ve never heard of a bonded pair not being supremely happy. What are you going to do if you realize you made the wrong decision?”
I thought about my mother and father and cringed. “Not going to happen. Now if you don’t mind, I would love to take another shower and feed my cat.”
“I just fed your cat.”
I blinked twice. “You fed Bean?”
“Well, I did something to your bean.”
Realization dawned on me that he was not talking about my Maine Coon.