Page 39 of Demon Heart: The Complete Series

B eige décor, a double bed with white sheets, a TV, a view of the motorway, and not much else. A basic motel room on the ground floor.

I went through the motions of showering, of taking my Synth pills, dressing in the black jeans and navy sweater Xavier stole for me. Two sets of each, just in case. Yeah, it was a sweet gesture, but sweetness failed to get much of a grip on me.

Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, the steam of the shower disappearing up the vent, I willed my tired reflection to show me my next move. But the bruised-faced prick simply stared back cluelessly, his amber eyes devoid of luster.

Dammit.

I rejoined Xavier, sitting at the foot of the bed beside him.

“Better?” he asked.

I slumped forward, elbows resting on my thighs. “I’ve enabled her shit for years.”

“The queen?”

“Yeah. And now you know everything about me.”

He touched my spine, his heat so welcome. “I don’t know what your favorite color is.”

My mouth curled up into an unexpected smile. “Green. I really like green.”

“Noted.” He rubbed up and down my spine.

“I’ve killed so many people for her, never doubted her, always followed her orders. But now I’m a fucking mess. I’m lost.” I went on to reveal everything about my job.

The demon continued to caress my back. “It explains a lot.”

I sighed. “I don’t know what to do.” I straightened, his hand dropping. “I sound like a broken record, but I’m…” I bunched up a handful of my new sweater. “The gates are open and I can’t stop the rush.”

“The rush of what?”

“Moral fucking panic.” I took a deep breath. “It’s like I’ve seen beyond the trees. What have I done with my life?”

“Fulfilled your training.”

“With so much blood on my hands.” I looked at him, wanting more than this downward spiral I found myself in. “I’m glad you hid in my hood.”

His back to blue eyes sparkled. “So am I.”

The hairs across my body prickled, a pleasant cloud rising in my chest. “We can’t seem to keep away from each other.”

His words echoed in my head…

He is intriguing, confusing, beautiful, deadly. I want to know him, to explore everything that makes him Roman.

He brushed his knee against mine, his hand sliding to my thigh. “Roman… I… I was so afraid for you on that train.” His tone was a tortured husk. “The fear… There was so much fear.”

“What—”

“I haven’t experienced fear like that since I worried over Ismael every single day.

The pulling of the heartstrings, the panic over loss, the cold worms in here.

” He tapped himself on the chest. “And for who? A man I barely know? A man I… I… I…” He stood up, his back to me. “A man I can’t get out of my head.”

Silence other than the weather outside enveloped the room. A thick, uncomfortable quiet, my nerves on edge, the cloud in my chest pushing to be released.

I stood up, reaching out to touch him. “Are you okay?”

He turned to face me. “I’m frightened for your life, afraid of how easy humans can break. A human I want.”

A quiver ran through me.

He went to the window, his back to me again. “Your kisses remind me of Ismael.”

I went to him, standing on his right, facing his profile. “Xavier…”

He closed his eyes. “Ancient pain never loses its rawness. That’s how it is for an immortal creature like me.

Mourn the love of my life forever, never let him go, never feel again.

” He angled his head my way. “But what is this, Roman? What is this squirming inside me? What is the admission you heard from my lips? Why am I feeling these things for you? Why can’t I stay away? ”

The cloud took on a sharpness, forming limbs with mauls to batter my walls. Pounding, cracking the concrete, the other parts of the cloud slipping through.

“I’m lonely,” I said. “So fucking lonely. I try to deny it, try not to think about it. But you waltzed into my life and flipped the status quo. I’m so confused, but I know I want you around no matter how angry that makes me.

There’s something about you, about this, that I don’t want to let go.

Because what if it means more? What if this is the start of something big?

Fuck!” I stepped back, grasping at my chest. “I didn’t just say that. I can’t say that. The rules…”

He turned to face me. “Roman…”

“This so forbidden. This is… I can’t…” Hyperventilating, I backed into the wall.

He didn’t move, his gaze piercing me far too deep. “We’re both caught in the same web.”

“I want out of it.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“Neither do I.”

The demon.

The demon.

Oh, man. The demon.

With quickened breath, I lost more of my reason, drunk on his physicality, on every possibility.

I had to have him close again. To feel. To feel. To feel. Feeling was good. No more denying feeling, only embracing it.

Let me have it all.

Yearning set us moving at the same time. We collided, our lips united once again. Electricity hummed in our kiss, spark after spark racing through the flesh, drawing our tongues together in magnetized bonding.

My hands explored the fabric of his sweater, sliding up to his big shoulders, finding the hot, soft skin of his neck until my fingers slid into his silky platinum hair.

Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.

He moaned against my mouth, his hands moving south to my hips, gently pulling me closer to him.

His touch broke down more of my barriers, spoke to my heart, my need, calling me back from an empty darkness I’d languished in for so long. Took me to a metaphysical cabin with a roaring fire at the heart of a snowy wood.

Now that sounded like heaven.

He tore his lips away from mine, taking several steps back.

I touched my mouth, residual sparks kissing my fingertips.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

Obviously, this entire situation was wrong.

His stare only made my hard cock ache for him.

The rain beat harder against the window, the two of us trapped in a staring contest.

“Xavier…”

He part-shifted, silk launching from his spinnerets in several quick bursts behind me.

“What—”

He hit me in the chest, the force of it lifting me upward before I hit the wall. A bed of silk met my spine, cradling me, sticking me down.

The demon fired off more of his silk, pinning my arms to the wall, my body trapped in a starfish shape.

More silk on my legs, giving me no room to squirm.

Fuck.

“Xavier?” I swallowed, scared and horny out of my mind, trying to break free. “What are you doing?”

No answer.

“Don’t eat me.”

“You would be a delicious meal, Roman. But then you would not be in the world anymore.”

Butterflies raged in my stomach.

“You’re scaring me,” I whispered, cock rock hard.

“Sorry.”

I licked my lips. “Enough for it to be hot.”

He grinned at that, removing his clothes.

“What now?”

Shimmering white swam across his eyes. “Do you want me?”

“What?”

“You heard, witch. Do you want me.”

My dick said yes, just like his throbbing shaft. “Yeah.”

“Right now?”

Holy fuck. “W-What are you going to do?”

“Let me show you. But only if you want me to take control. Only if you truly want this.” He bit his bottom lip. “I want to feel you. To connect with you. I can’t stand it anymore.”

I almost came in my jeans. The moment I gave in fully to my desire was the moment everything would change.

Forever.

“Yes…” I breathed, in full agreement. “I want it all.”

A wry, sexy smile drew across his features. “And you relinquish control to me?”

I swallowed, excitement wreaking havoc on my nerves. “Yes.”

He rushed me, his lips inches from mine as he unzipped my jeans, cupping my cotton-wrapped dick.

I shuddered under his hot touch, gasping against him.

He kissed me, stroking my dick, precum leaking into my underwear. Spike after spike of lust rippled through my blood, my desires a rising storm.

He stopped the kiss, pressing the tip of his nose to mine. Said nothing, dropped to his knees, tearing open my jeans and underwear with terrifying ferocity.

Those poor clothes.

I still couldn’t move, part of the jeans and underwear still trapped behind me in the silk. Exposed to him, to his wants, ready for every slice.

Use me up…

His hand curled around my shaft, his tongue lapping at the glistening precum. He kissed the tip, teased it with his tongue before closing his lips around it.

So warm in there, so perfect.

My balls tightened, my toes curling as he slid his mouth up and down in a wet rhythm I wouldn’t last long against.

“Yeah…” I whispered. “Oh, yeah…”

A moan against my shaft, his hands on my thighs, followed by an abrupt ending. He stood up, wiping the side of his mouth.

“What…” I tried to speak, desperate for his mouth to return.

“No climax yet,” he purred. “I was simply slicking you up.”

“Huh?”

“My saliva is lube.” He sucked his fingers, sliding them between his legs. He moaned again, playing with his backside, biting on his bottom lip.

“What… What are you doing?”

“Preparing for you.”

“Me?”

A slow, seductive nod.

“You want… You want me to fuck you?”

He jumped, making me yelp. His feet landed either side of my torso, the view of him looming above me insane at this angle, while also being wonderful.

“On the wall?” I said, everything twitching with anticipation.

“Absolutely,” he replied.

“You can walk on walls?”

“Ceilings, too.” He began to lower. “I’m spidery, remember?”

I gulped, desperate to move, incredibly turned on being at his mercy.

He rocked his hips, squatting low enough for his crevice to brush the head of my dick.

“Fuck…” I gasped.

He took my shaft, angling in perfectly. “Fill me up, Roman.”

Xavier lowered himself onto me. I squirmed entering him, breaking into a hot, tingling pocket of ecstasy.

“Oh my God…”

He chuckled in response.