Page 133 of As Above, So Below

My fingers curl into his hair, finding the midnight waves softer than I’d expected.

“Then you need to let me go, little demon,” he advises in cool, even tones, but his eyes—his eyes reflect his own desire.

“And if I don’t want to?” I ask softly.

His body tenses and I can’t help but find delight in his own struggle with this consuming lust. This venom has opened a door, and I’m going to waltz right through it. My right frame of mind turns to ash and is abandoned in a dark corner to be dealt with come sunrise.

The truth of the matter is, I don’t simply want Ryc.

I need him.

“Think this through,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine.

He closes his eyes, shuddering a sigh. The sound unraveling me in a way I didn’t know I could unravel. His grip on my hip tightens, pulling a small moan from me, and I let go.

“You belong to me,” I whisper. Forever and always.

I’ve lost.

I never stood a chance to start.

With undeniable need and ache, I kiss him. Self-control be damned. To my infernal surprise, and my utter pleasure, he returns the kiss with greater fervor. Whether his desire is his own oris easily influenced by what he feels through our channel, I doubt I will ever know.

Nor do I care.

Angling against my mouth, he urges it wider with his own, his tongue sweeping against mine. It’s nothing sweet or soft. It’s hard and overwhelming, claiming, possessing. A desperation borne of three centuries of wait.

It’s as if he wants to devour me.

And I would let him.

Nothing else matters in this moment.

No gods.

No councils.

No prophecies.

His hand travels down my side, over my hip, heightening the pulsing tension that has been building between my legs. I gasp in anticipation as his hand travels under me, pulling me against him roughly.

Everything.

I would give everything without second thought if it meant keeping Ryc right here, against me—his hands on my body, his lips against mine.

But I know myself and even if he gives me everything I want tonight, it won’t be enough.

It will never be enough.

A groan rumbles through me, his groan, and I suck in a sharp breath. He slides his mouth along my jaw and down my throat. His lips leave a raging storm of pleasure that unweaves everything I am. My eyes close as I arch against him, throwing my head back, offering him my neck.

His lips tenderly kiss upon the wound on my throat before his fangs pierce my skin. A gasping moan escapes me, sheer pleasure taking me in waves building too quickly, too intensely as I continue to press and grind myself against him.

As I ride out my reality-shaking climax, I hear Ryc’s voice.

“You’re going to destroy me, little demon.”

Lost in his embrace, drowning in waves of pleasure, nothing in the universe could ever matter as much as this. I want to remainhere, in his arms, forever.