Page 125 of Lucifer's Mirror

I grin.

That was amazing. And there’s more to come—at least, there had better be.

I study him; he’s still got his pants on, but I can see the long line of his erection pressing against the material. It makes my mouth water. He gives me a slow smile as he notices the direction of my gaze, then his hands move to his waist, and he slowly flicks open the first button. Then the next.

I hold my breath.

He pauses while he kicks off his boots.

Then he’s back to his striptease, and finally, he pushes his pants down over his hips.

My eyes widen. He’s big and hard. Too big? My body doesn’t think so. I’m melting from the inside out.

He stalks over to stand between my legs, and I widen them as he drops to his knees.

A faint shudder of fear ripples through me. Maybe he sees the flicker of it in my eyes because something flashes across his face—concern, maybe.

“You want this?” he asks. They are the first words we’ve spoken since we met on the stairs.

I nod, unable to speak. But honestly, if he tries to stop now, I might die from frustration. I come up on one elbow and reach out. My fingers flutter over the head of his cock, and he hisses an indrawn breath. I slide my hand around him and squeeze. It’s all the encouragement he needs. He lowers himself toward me, and I reluctantly release him until he hovers over me, resting his weight on one elbow. He kisses me with long, drugging kisses while his big hand slides across my belly and between my thighs. I close my eyes as he pushes one finger inside me. I’m so wet—he must know how desperately I want him.

I feel him position himself at the entrance to my body, then he goes still.

I open my eyes, and he’s gazing down at me.

Then he thrusts into me with one fluid move of his powerful hips. There’s no pain, just a wonderful sense of completeness.

Mine.

The words whisper through my mind. I’m not sure which of us they come from—maybe both.

Then I stop thinking because he’s moving on me. In me. Pushing inside me hard, then the slow, exquisite drag as he withdraws. I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him deeper as he grinds against my sex.

Already the pleasure is building again—the throb of my clit, the tingling of my sensitive flesh. His hands shift beneath me to cup my ass and press me tighter against him, rotating my hips.

My hands claw at him, my nails digging into his skin, urging him on. I’m not sure my body can hold all this pleasure. But then I’m coming again. I throw back my head and scream into the night.

And suddenly, I notice that something is very wrong. There’s something inside me, hammering to get out, clamoring for freedom. I blink and shake my head as the pressure builds.

He goes still above me. “Amber? Are you okay?”

But whatever it was is gone. I tell myself it’s just that this is all so new—I have a talent for self-deception. But right now, it’s about me and Khaosti. Everything else can wait until the light of day. I tighten my legs around him, buck against him, and he’s moving again, jerky and desperate, and… I feel the moment he releases his control and spills himself inside me.

I tighten my legs around him, as if I can already feel his loss, and we lie together in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs. After a while, he moves, turning to reverse our positions, and I’m sprawled on top of his naked body. I push myself up so I can peer into his face.

He looks different. The restlessness that always seems present in him is gone. He reminds me of a great beast that’s fed and sated.

“That was… amazing,” I murmur, and a slow smile curls his lips. “Is it always like that?” I ask.

“It’s never like that.” His hands glide over my skin, pulling me closer. “We need to talk,” he says. “Something happened.”

I grin. “It certainly did.”

He smiles but shakes his head. “Are you sure you weren’t bitten?”

“Totally.” Where’s he going with this?

“I saw something in your eyes. And you felt something—”