Page 169 of As Above, So Below

“Where are your panties, little demon?” he growls against my mouth as he slips a hand between my legs, brushing against the slick core of me. My head falls back against the door frame as my breath hitches, and he laughs, a deep, dark sound that vibrates through me.

His hand moves upward, over the silk, cupping a breast. The tight circles he traces over my peaked nipple empties my head of all logical thought, and I arch into his touch. His lips sear over my skin, kissing, nipping, licking along my jaw and down my neck. He grazes the spot where I’d been bitten—

His teeth sink into me and I shatter against him, gasping.

Between his mouth, his hands, the way he presses against me, my head empties of all other thoughts. Nothing else will ever matter as much as this—the space between us. Who we’ve been, who we are, and who we’ll become make no difference here.

We simply are.

I tug on his hair, pulling those thought-shattering teeth and lips and tongue away from my neck, returning his lips to mine.Pushing myself away from the door frame, he steps back to keep balance and pivots to enter the room.

A guttural groan rises from him, an animalistic sound from deep within, as he unlocks my legs from around him. With a swift motion, he tosses me onto the bed, climbing over me with a wicked grin. He settles himself into the cradle between my thighs, branding me with another kiss.

He presses his hips into mine, the feel of his hardened length against my throbbing core sends me into a dizzying, breathless spiral. Hooking a finger under the thin strap of my camisole, he snaps it with ease, doing the same with the other.

“I like this camisole,” I breathe between kisses.

“I’ll get you another,” he growls in a low rasp against my jaw as he slides the garment down, exposing my breasts.

My fingers bury themselves in his hair as he trails his lips along my collarbone. Silhouetted by the light of the fire, his dark hair falls over my chest as his lips drag further south, until his breath warms my breast. With a ragged inhale, he wraps his lips around a nipple and a sharp cry is pulled from my throat as his tongue mimics the circles his thumb had drawn earlier.

As he claims me with his mouth, a finger strokes between my legs, matching the movements of his tongue. The touch against the apex of my thighs sends me to delirious new heights, and my head falls back.

I cry out his name, wanting, needing more. My chest arcs, my fingers tightening in his hair. He gives my other breast the same languid attention, leaving me panting and writhing beneath him.

This.

All of this.

And yet I still need more.

Ryc’s lips travel down my abdomen, as his hands push the lower half of my camisole higher. Bunching the thin material in a fist, a lightning quick flash of light brightens the room and the scent of burning silk reaches me as the silk falls away in two halves. His hands brace upon my thighs as he moves downward, his breath heating the slick core of me while I watch. Lifting his head, he meets my stare and even in the low light of the room, his eyes aredark with his own desire.

I bite my lower lip, committing this to memory. I never want to forget the way he’s staring at me in this moment, his unspoken plea, the feel of his hands on my thighs.

“Yes,” I grant him permission, my voice no more than a pleading whimper.

With a predatory smile and a dark chuckle that sends waves of pleasure and anticipation down my spine, his hands tighten on my thighs as he spreads me wider. Lowering his head, he wastes no time with gentle touches and tastes.

No.

This male is going to devour me whole.

And I want him to.

Ineedit.

His hands holding my hips in place, I strain against him as he runs his tongue over my center. Rolling my hips into him, I encourage his stroking velvet tongue and nipping teeth with a few breathy moans. He plunges his tongue into me, his grip tightening in a way sure to leave me with bruises come morning.

But I don’t care. I want it all.

My breaths grow shorter and my moans louder.

It’s as if my every sense folds in on itself and the world around me melts away, all that exists is Ryc as he unravels everything I am. Glancing down, his eyes are fixed upon my face and he nips at me again, forcing my eyes to flutter closed. He slides a finger inside and my orgasm shatters me, raining over me like glass turned to sand, leaving me weak, trembling, and gasping.

As he rises, I cup his face in my hands and pull him to greet his lips with mine. The taste of myself on his mouth shocks my desire, sending it roaring again, like a lightning strike landing in the middle of a lake.

I need more.