Page 25 of Oh No! There’s an Incubus in my Hot Spring (Getting Cozy with Demons #1)

twenty-five

Past the Point of No Return

H is lips seal against mine in a blistering, heavy kiss. I gasp into his mouth, breathing him in, and throw my arms around his neck. He pulls me out of the water and my head spins as I land on his lap. He drops me hard against his pubic mound and settles us together while he continues his assault on my mouth. My nipples drag against his chest as we pant, pulling sounds from my throat I didn’t know I could make.

Porn star sounds.

I grind my hips against his, relishing the pressure of his ribbed skin against my dripping center. The lace of the panties adds a bite of pain that somehow hastens my spiral toward orgasm. He squeezes my ass in one hand, helping me to rock into him, as his other holds me firmly behind the neck so I can’t escape.

He groans into me and fire burns a path from my mouth, to my nipples, to my clit, yearning for more of him with every flicker of heat. The pressure in my lower belly seizes all at once and I throw my head back to cry out.

“How I have craved this sound,” Apollo growls and moves his attack to my neck, licking and sucking my pulse point. He draws out every ounce of pleasure, rocking me against him as my body goes limp.

There’s a loud snap , like cloth in a strong wind, and I open my eyes to see Apollo’s wings fully extended. He barely fits in the voluminous cavern. They curl around me and he rolls, flipping me to lay on my back in the shelter of his wings.

Gauzy greens, blues, and purples sparkle behind his face as he stares down at me. I push some of his silver hair behind his pointed ear and caress his cheek. His cock throbs against my thigh and he closes his eyes.

“I have yearned for you for so long,” he says, planting open-mouth kisses on my wrist. The sharp poke of his fangs has me panting harder, and ready for more.

“Do you want me?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I say, not a single doubt in my mind.

He drops down to his forearm and grazes my stomach with his claws until he reaches my panties. I shift my hips and help him pull them off as we breathe into each other, our eyes locked like the moon and the tide. I wonder who is who.

His fingers burn a path up my inner thigh and I spread my legs, letting him settle between them. He leans into me and I feel him at my center. He drags his head from opening to apex, spreading my arousal and making my toes curl.

I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, bringing his lips down to mine. He kisses me slowly, deliberately, tasting every bit of me. He circles my clit, pushing against it hard until I’m keening the word “please” between every kiss. He smiles against my mouth and drops down.

With reverent slowness, he stretches me inch by inch. The fire fluttering in my belly blazes into an inferno as we connect completely. I open my legs wider, hooking my heels onto the back of his thighs. More. Deeper. Closer.

He grabs the back of my neck and presses his forehead to mine. Moaned whispers of something ancient fall around me while I disconnect from the idea of “me” and remember the concept of “us.” Just one, together at last.

My lips find his again, silencing his murmured devotions. His hips pull back and he thrusts into me slowly, feeling me and letting me feel him. But it’s not enough. I still need more.

I pull on my heels, forcing him in all the way until his ribbed mound is pressing against my clit.

He groans, breaking our kiss. “Tell me what you want. Let me give you everything you need.”

“More,” I say, pulling him back to me.

More of his lips.

More of his tongue.

More of his cock.

Our kisses turn fevered, and he grinds his hips into mine with every thrust. Tight pleasure in my pelvis rips loud cries from my throat.

More touch.

More affection.

His hand slides down my neck, his claws scratching deliciously against my damp skin. My pearled nipples ache for his touch, and he doesn’t deny me, skating his thumb over the top before plucking it between his fingers.

More. More. More.

He rocks against me harder and I scream, violently pushed into blind, shimmering nothingness. He breaks the kiss and pulls back, his eyes glowing like winter frost as he watches me. I fist his hair as the orgasm breaks over me in unending waves.

So, I was the ocean after all, and he was the moon, pulling me at his whim.

The ground shudders as Apollo sets a punishing pace with his hips. I’m trapped, the foundation of the mountain at my back and his avatar above me. My pussy tightens around his cock as the pleasure hits a new height, and my screams hit a new pitch. I claw at his chest and clench my eyes shut against the force trying to tear me apart.

“Give in.” Apollo kisses a trail up my neck.

He grabs my thigh, pushing my knee up to my chest and pinning it there as his hand delves into my hair. He kisses me again, hungry and desperate. My muscles tremble all the way up my stomach, and my lungs beg for more air.

I gasp between moans, trying to hold on, to not let myself slip into the primordial destruction threatening me with every thrust. He’s unmaking me.

“Give in to me,” he pleads. “I have you.”

At his tender words, the war is lost. My body relents and I combust into a million crystal shards, painting the ceiling with glittering screams. The slide of his body into mine is a euphoria that borders on madness.

The ground rumbles.

My mind fractures.

Apollo growls deep in his chest and blue light flashes behind my eyelids. His body is hot as he trembles above me, shaking with the mountain. I can almost taste blueberry pancakes again.

His lips find mine when my throat is raw and my body spent. He fists my curls and rubs circles on my hip, kneading me with every breath. His thrusts slow until he’s resting on top of me feather light, like I might break if he pushes too hard.

I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him down. He sighs into my neck and drops until he’s a comfortable weight on my chest. It’s perfect.

Mindlessly, my hands begin to wander. The leathery skin of his wing is soft under my fingers as I trace the lines of his bones.

“This doesn’t hurt?” I ask, tracing the edge of his wing down to where it cradles me against the stones of the mountain.

“Not at all,” he murmurs against my temple, kissing softly.

I draw figure-eights on his back with my other hand, dragging my nails over his sweat-soaked skin. We both need a shower, but I’m happy to stay here forever with him.

Except he doesn’t have forever to spend with me.

There’s only one person destined to be his person. The one he can love like no one else. The one whom he can feast on and require no other being’s pleasure to sustain himself.

And I’m not that person.

The sweat on my neck turns to ice and my stomach churns. Acid creeps up my throat.

Every second I spend falling in love with him is another second I could be using to help set him free. I’m wasting his time and breaking my own heart.

Apollo pulls back, his eyes wide with concern. “What’s wrong?”

I swallow the pain in my chest. “It’s late, and we have the public opening tomorrow morning at ten…”

“That’s not what this is.” His eyes shift between mine. “Tell me.”

I squirm, trying to get out from under him, but he pins me down. My eyes burn and Apollo gets hazy.

“I just want to go to bed,” I whisper, begging the tears not to fall.

“Tell me,” he urges.

“Please, let me go.”

“Sylvia,” he whimpers, thumbing across my cheek. “Why is your soul bleeding?”

“Because this was a mistake.” My voice cracks like the growing fissure in my heart.

He watches me, his mouth agape.

Silent tears carve hot paths to my ears.

“A mistake?” he asks, his shoulders heaving. “Why?”

“Because…” I sob.

He’s still inside me, all around me, watching me intently and not letting me go.

“Because I’m breaking my own heart throwing it at your feet, knowing you can never love me back—”

His mouth is on mine, kissing me with a gentle urgency. I wail into the kiss, wishing I could undo my need for him. He squeezes me against his chest and water drops onto my closed eyes. I push him back and he reluctantly breaks our kiss.

He’s crying.

I scowl. “What’s wrong?”

“You love me.” He smiles through the tears. “I didn’t know if you could. If you would.”

Why does he want this? Does he want my heartbreak?

“But you can only love your mate,” I whimper.

“Sylvia,” he coos, kissing my salty cheeks. “I’ve been trying to tell you…I didn’t want to scare you by saying it outright.”

“Say it,” I squeak, my throat tight.

He grins, tears welling in his eyes again. “ You are my mate.”

I close my eyes against the pain. All this time spent pining for him while keeping myself guarded was for nothing. He can love me.

He can love only me.

The lump in my throat strangles me and I cover my face as I silently weep.

“Oh, my love,” Apollo whispers, kissing my knuckles. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been waiting to feel your reluctance disappear, but it seemed to only grow stronger with everything I did. I’ve been waiting for you to let me kiss you.”

I laugh at the ridiculousness and pull my hands away. “I wish you would’ve told me. We could’ve been making out for weeks.”

He grins and presses me into a firm, needy kiss. I kiss him back, but I can’t breathe because of my stuffy nose, so I have to pull away.

He presses his forehead to mine and cradles my face, whispering, “My Sylvia,” over and over. No wonder he wanted to gut Jason. And the way he called me lovely from the start. He was a moth, and I was the moon, beckoning him.

I had it wrong again…

“What about the curse keeping you here?” I ask.

He plants another tender kiss on my lips. “Our bond has solidified my soul’s place in this body.”

“And the gem in the control room?”

His eyes shimmer with unnatural teal light and he seems far away for a moment. “It welcomes my presence, but it is once again a thing of the wilds. Pure magic ready to be harnessed by anyone willing to accept it.”

I smile. “So, the springs will truly be rejuvenating again? A place of healing?”

“Our place of healing.” He kisses me deeply until my head is swimming—and I remember I can’t breathe.

“I really need to blow my nose,” I say, then gasp for air.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “As my witch commands.”

He cradles me to his chest and pulls us up, shrinking his wings so he can fit in the space. He keeps me pressed against him, firmly still inside me, and walks down the dark tunnel back to a new reality.