She felt her lips part. “You’re serious?”

“Originally, my possessiveness stemmed from you being my anchor; I won’t deny it. But the more time I spent around you and the more facets of you I saw, the more that sense of possessiveness … shifted. It became different. It became about you. It became more. This, what we have, is more. And you know it. I have no intention of losing it; of losing you.”

Raini swallowed. The guy was a master at deception, but she knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this. Knew he wouldn’t have said such things to her unless he was certain that he meant them. Even so, it was hard to simply accept his declaration, because she would never have expected to hear it. “You once told me you had no interest in relationships.”

“That was then. This is now. I felt things changing, I could have ended this at any time to put a chokehold on that. I didn’t. I let it happen. So did you. There’s no sense in backing out now. I don’t want to, and neither do you. I doubt our demons would stand for it if we tried.”

Her inner entity would put up a resistance for sure, but … “If we don’t pull back, my demon will develop a true attachment to you.” The entities couldn’t love, but they occasionally formed attachments to people. They weren’t sweet or romantic, no, demonic attachments were dark and obsessive and incredibly intense. Because the entities honed every bit of their laser-sharp focus and sheer intensity into those bonds. “If that happens, it’ll want to keep you, Maddox. You know that.”

He gently tucked her hair behind her ear. “I do know that. Just as I know that my demon is fast developing an attachment to you. I haven’t got an issue with either of those things.”

“There’d be no going back,” she warned him.

Maddox dipped his head so that their lips brushed. “Why would I want to go back, baby?” He took her mouth. Not softly, not slowly. No, this wasn’t a casual kiss. It was a statement. A claim. A demand for surrender. And her body roared to life.

Raini kissed him back, deftly tackling the buttons of his shirt. He shrugged it off, and she planted her hands on his broad shoulders, loving how solid they were. She snaked her hands down his warm, sleek chest; feeling the hard male muscle beneath; tracing the dips and lines of his abs. She dropped her hands to his fly—

He spun her around. “Not so fast, baby.”

“Fast is good.”

“It is,” he agreed, slowly pulling down the zipper of her dress. “We’ll get to that part. But not yet.”

“Why not?”

Maddox felt his mouth curve at the sulky note to her voice. “Because I don’t want to.” He dragged the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and let the devil’s creation drop to the floor. If his cock hadn’t already been full and hard, it would have thickened at the sight of her phenomenal ass clad only in lacy, barely-there panties.

Pressing his front to her back, Maddox put his mouth to her ear. “Panties off. That’s it, good girl. Now open your bra for me.” Once she’d flicked open the front catch, he filled his hands with her breasts. Firm and high and petal soft, they were fucking perfect.

He squeezed and kneaded, occasionally thumbing or pinching her taut nipples. “Remember when I pumped my come all over these pretty breasts? I’ll be doing that again sometime soon.”

Keeping her back pressed to his front, he spun them both and then sank onto the bed with her sat between his legs. “Hook your thighs over mine. Very good.” He slowly parted his thighs, forcing her own to spread wide open. “Yes, that’s how I want you.”

“Maddox—”

“Shh,” he began, snaking his hand over her breast and down her stomach, “have a little patience.” He slid one finger between her folds and then sank it into her pussy as deep as it would go. Humming at the feel of all that liquid heat, he nipped her ear-lobe. “You know what I think?”

“No, and I don’t care,” she snapped. “All I want is for you to fuck me. I don’t think it’s too much to ask. I let you borrow my pussy, like, all the time.”

He smiled. “I don’t borrow it.” He swirled his finger and then slid it out of her, dragging all that slickness up to her clit. “I don’t need to, because I own it.”

Maddox used his fingertip to work her clit—tracing circles, rubbing back and forth, sliding up and down, alternating with speed and pressure—until she was trembling, arching, and digging her nails into his arms. “You’re close, aren’t you? Good.” He shoved two fingers inside her and pumped hard, using the heel of his palm to rub her clit; lapping up every hoarse moan, every squeeze of her inner muscles, every rush of dampness that coated his fingers. “Come on, baby, let … yes, that’s it.”

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