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Eden reached for me.
“Wait.” I had never said something more foolish in all my life. “Are you sure you want this?” I was supposed to be a wretched thing that never asked permission. That took. That fed. That led vulnerable minds to blackened spaces so I could taint them. Wreck them. Destroy them. I was a beast born of hellfire and yet I never took without permission. Without pleas that urged me forward.
Her hand wrapped behind my neck, pulling me into her.
“Yes.”
31
EDEN
“Yes.”
This was wrong. It had to be, right? There was no way I could fuck a demon against the bookshelves in my living room and there wouldn’t be repercussions. They didn’t just create all those stories about demons for fun.
And yet — none of it seemed to be true.
He scoffed at all the religious things we waved at him. Asmodeus spoke of everything biblical as though it were a fairytale told to foolish mortals and nothing more. Even if it were all true — did it matter? He cared for me in a way that should feel selfish but didn’t. It burned with genuine heat. To top everything off, he healed my Abuela without question.
Even on my best day, I could barely fight against this pull in my chest urging me to do this. To feel every inch of his dark flesh. To taste him. To surrender to him.
When his lips clasped the tender flesh of my neck, my toes curled.
Any chance for a thought to move through my mind and tell me this wasn’t a good idea was sucked through those tempting lips of his. Warmth danced across my wrists as my arms were yanked above my head. Eyes wide, I looked up at the fiery ropes. They were dancing fire woven together. Embers lifted from where they held me. My heart hammered as I waited for a burn that never came.
“There is nothing I command that could bring you harm,” he whispered against the flesh of my neck, his hot breath making me shudder.
Those words felt like a promise and made my eyes burn. It was a declaration that made my heart thump against my ribs, trying to escape me to get closer to his. Like it belonged to him already.
It couldn’t.
Yet…
My vision blurred as I did my best to keep tears trapped on my lids, too embarrassed of what their slow path down my cheeks would mean.
Heat moved over my legs, scorching my leggings and burning them away to nothing. My eyes widened, amazed I couldn’t feel the flames as they effortlessly left me bare. The heat of his palms brushed up my thighs, cupping under my ass as he pulled me tightly, sealing us together. The thickened length of him throbbed, keeping a rhythm my body would remember long after this night was over.
A burst of anxiety moved through my belly as I felt the stickiness of me and wondered if I was painting the front of him with my need.
“You…” His face pushed mine up as his lips devoured the sensitive flesh under my jaw. “You are fiercer than any flames and you will damn me harsher than any hell.”
What?
“And yet there is nowhere I would rather be than here. Even if this will destroy me, I will remain right here, Eden.”
My eyes clasped closed as his hands cupped lower, his fingers pushed through my folds, coating themselves in my slickness. The press of his fingers at my entrance stole my breath and fogged my mind.
“How wet you are. You’re practically painting my fingers.”
The hammer of my heart was so loud in my ears. I could see it on the back of my lids. Waves of sounds echoed through the darkness, bright before they dimmed the further they moved away from me. Deep and rich. Scarlet. The waves stopped and illuminated a table set in the darkness. Alone. Destitute. With nothing but that stone box set on top.
His fingers pressed into me and my head whipped back, smacking against the shelf as a gasp left me. It was hot, not warm the way a finger should be. Thick as I welcomed the intrusion. The pace he set was punishing as I tightened my thighs around him and rolled my hips, wanting more.
My eyes remained shut. My mind was trapped in the darkness with the box I’d seen before.
Open it.
A flurry of heated breath whirled around me. I was in a storm of ecstasy. Enraptured by the feel of him as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge of exultation with each thrust of his fingers and tightening of my binds. The thrum of my heart was deafening. The call of the box irresistible.
