He was so lost in playing with it that he didn’t notice she had finished with his other vambrace until her hands skimmed across his waist and she started on his sword belt and the armour that protected his hips.
Einar froze then, every sense he had focusing on her hands and the way they caressed and teased as she removed his sword and then unbuckled the armour, leaving him in only his dark loincloth.
Taylor paused too and looked up at him. Her fingers shook against his waist. Something wasn’t right. He could feel fear in her, drumming in her blood, but desire was there too, the same unrelenting beat that pounded inside him, driving him onwards.
His gaze met hers.
“Tell me this isn’t wrong,” she whispered.
Einar cupped her cheek, swept his hand down to her jaw, leaned over and kissed her.
“This isn’t wrong.” He peppered her mouth with kisses, short bursts that drove him wild, increasing his desire for her.
It chased away her fear too, had her arching towards him for more, seeking another kiss whenever he broke away from her lips. She leaned back and he followed her, covering her body with his and losing himself in the sensual way her tongue teased his.
Taylor rolled him over, settling her legs on either side of his hips, and stole command of the kiss. He let her have it, too mesmerised by the feel of her bare breasts pressing against his chest to care. She shivered when he wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands down her back, exploring everything he could reach. Her silky skin was warm beneath his fingers, tantalising his senses.
She felt so good against him, in his arms.
He groaned into her mouth when she wriggled her hips, grinding them against his erection. She sighed and did it again. Her tight jeans weren’t what he wanted to feel. He wanted to feel her. She squeaked when he sat up, lifting her off him, and set her down on the floor at the foot of the bed.
A naughty smile curved her lips when he hastily undid her belt, unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She kicked her boots off and then her jeans, and shoved his shoulder.
Hard.
He fell back onto the bed and stretched his arms out at his sides, savouring the view. She was divine before him, wearing only black panties, a real goddess.
He bit his lip when she mounted the bed and then him, coming to sit back astride his hips.
A momentary flicker of doubt crossed her eyes and his mind too. She had asked him to reassure her that this wasn’t wrong. It didn’t feel wrong, so how could it be?
Wanting to reassure her again, he took hold of her hand and pulled her back to him. Her mouth fused with his, her kiss fierce and wild in a heartbeat. He could kiss her like this for hours, days, and never grow bored.
Taylor had other ideas. She shifted against him, rubbing his cock, distracting him with wanting other things and tearing a moan from his lips. He slid his hands down her sides, smiling against her mouth when she giggled, and cupped her backside.
This couldn’t be wrong.
He didn’t care that there were laws against it.
He wanted her and he was going to have her.
She moved backwards, kissing down his bare chest, tongue swirling around his left nipple, lips pressing against his stomach. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the bed. It felt far too good to be wrong.
His eyes shot open when she tugged at his loincloth and muttered a ripe curse. Unable to undo it, she took to rubbing him through the material, driving him insane. He needed to feel her hand on him.
It wasn’t right to use his powers for such a thing, but right and wrong meant nothing to him in this moment.
He focused.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining barriers between them were gone. Both his loincloth and her underwear. A flicker of surprise danced across her face and then she grinned, lowered her head and licked the length of his cock.
He hissed out his breath and clutched at the white bedclothes.
It had been too long since he had been with someone.
She licked him again, caressing the sensitive head with her tongue, and stroking the shaft with her fingers. He shuddered and moaned, fisting the sheets and fighting for restraint. It was impossible. He had to have her.
He grabbed her hand and yanked her up the length of his body, tearing a gasp from her. Her surprise faded as she lay on top of him and glanced at his hand where it held her wrist, his fingers locked tightly around it.
Her pupils dilated. A pulse of desire swept through him. She liked it rough.
He groaned.
She was going to be his undoing.
She moaned quietly when he tightened his grip on her wrist to gauge whether he was right about her. Her teeth teased her lower lip, that flare of desire in her eyes growing stronger. He dragged her high up his body, so he could kiss her and nibble that lip for her. Her teeth clashed with his as she fought him for dominance but she wouldn’t get her way this time.
Wicked thoughts spiralled through his mind, scenarios that he hadn’t considered before.
She was strong. She could probably handle him as no other woman had before her.
He rolled them over and nestled between her sweet thighs, his hard length pressed against her mound. He thrust and she groaned into his mouth and buried her fingers in his hair, twisting the lengths tightly around them and holding him to her. He grabbed her hip, fingers pressing in, and held her as he thrust again, hungry to gain some satisfaction.
“Einar,” she whispered into his mouth, hot and sultry, full of the need raging inside him.
The sound of her saying his name in such a heated manner branded itself on his mind. It was the first time it had left her lips and he would never forget the way she had said it with so much passion and desire.
She uttered it again when he slid a hand between them and teased her with his fingers, circling her swollen arousal. He groaned and devoured her mouth, tongue tracing her lips, teeth, every part of her. Her grip on him tightened when he delved his fingers lower, almost dipping them into her warm core. His cock ached and kicked. He wanted to be sheathed in there, encased in her heat and joined with her.
He took hold of his shaft and eased the tip of it down, rubbing the length of her with it and tugging another low, sultry moan from her. She grasped his shoulder with one hand and his hair with the other, holding him close to her as he teased her. She groaned and shook, rocked her hips up to meet him.
Tensed and froze.
He drew back, his gaze meeting hers. He knew what she needed to hear. He held her gaze, letting her see the truth of it in his eyes, and stroked the rogue strands of her black hair from her face.
“This isn’t wrong, Taylor. It cannot be... not when it feels so right.”
She nodded but a trace of fear lingered. It lingered inside him too, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him. This had to happen between them. There was no way he could stop himself now. He could see there was no way she wanted to stop either. She wanted this too. She wanted him as badly as he needed her.
Her eyes widened slightly when he gently eased his cock into her body, doing it slowly to savour the feeling of their first joining. She was hot and tight around him, so good that he struggled not to climax. It had been too long. He couldn’t promise her fireworks. At least not this time.
He groaned when his pelvis brushed hers, his body buried deep inside her, one with her, and continued to hold her gaze, wanting her to see that she wasn’t the only one who was a little afraid of this. They were in this together now. Whatever the consequences were, they wouldn’t face them alone.
The fear in her eyes faded when he drew back and thrust into her again, long deep strokes that buried him to the hilt. Her lips parted and she dragged him down to her, claimed his mouth and kissed him roughly, her breathing choppy against his face.
She clung to him and moaned as she raised her hips and he plunged into her again, deeper this time. It tore an answering groan from his throat and he grasped her hip, holding
her in place as he pumped her, harder and faster, until she was moaning with each deep thrust of his cock.
She tensed around him and he trembled, close to the edge and desperate to hold off so he wouldn’t disappoint her. Her nails scored lines down his biceps, fingers tangled in his hair, and teeth nibbled his lip, pushing him to the edge. He groaned and thrust harder, letting go of his restraint. His reward was a louder moan from her, one that filled the room with the delicious sound, and he slid a hand beneath her back and held her to him.
Taylor tipped her head back and dug her fingers into his arm and neck. “More... Einar.”
The hunger she said his name with drove him on. He buried his face in her throat, kissing and licking it, biting her collarbone and eliciting a sexy giggle from her. He groaned and thrust harder, unleashing more of his strength on her. She took it all. She took everything he threw at her and it only made her moan louder.
She rocked her hips against his, clenching and unclenching around his length, and he couldn’t take any more.
He shuddered to a halt inside her, throbbing and spilling his seed as he breathed hard against her neck, his moans staccato as his heart thundered against his chest. Hers beat in response, just as fast as she wriggled, writhing beneath him, seeking her release.
Einar shifted aside, keeping his cock in her and shallowly pumping her as he teased her aroused nub, swirling his fingers around it. She moaned and he watched the ripples of pleasure crossing her face as she alternated between frowning and sighing. She gasped and jerked against him, her mouth falling open and her eyebrows knitting tightly as her body throbbed around his, milking his softening length, and he knew he would never regret this moment with her, or any that came after.
Her expression went slack as she relaxed into the bed and then she opened her eyes and smiled right into his.
He would never regret anything when it came to her.
His beautiful demoness.
CHAPTER 8
The club was open. Taylor could hear it from up the street. The heavy pounding beat of the music and the chatter of the patrons waiting outside filled the night air. She rounded the corner with Einar. He had changed his appearance again. Not that it ever changed to her. Whatever glamour he used, she would always see right through it to the truth, and so would any demon in the club.
The queue curled out from the entrance and almost around the corner. She ignored the dirty looks that the barely-dressed women and men tossed at her as she strode towards the entrance.
The demon on the door froze when he caught sight of them.
He frowned, lowered the clipboard in his hand to his side, and brought his other hand to his mouth. The hiss of static joined the pounding of the music and the man’s expression switched to one of concentration.
He was telling on them.
Taylor sidled up to him, her smile sweet and charming, but her body coiled tight and ready for a fight. Her sword was beneath her leather jacket tonight, strapped to her back where it belonged. It had only taken mentioning how many demons were employed at the club and frequented it to convince Einar to let her come to the party armed and dangerous.
The man towered over her, three hundred plus pounds of muscle wrapped in tight black clothing and topped off with a shaven head. Most people would fear him, but not her. He was just a big obstacle blocking her path and she could easily move him.
Einar hung back.
Taylor was glad that he was giving her room to work her magic on the bouncer and not crowding her, but another part of her had secretly hoped he would remain close and be jealous about the fact that she was going to flirt with the demon. She wasn’t doing it to make Einar jealous, but it would be a nice bonus, one that would go a hell of a long way towards making her feel fabulous, and maybe a little less awkward and nervous about what they had done.
“Hi,” she whispered and took hold of the man’s large hand, bringing the walkie-talkie away from his mouth.
His pale eyes fixed on hers. If she didn’t know better, she would have said that he was a vampire with those eyes. He didn’t have the class though, or the looks. This man was barely more intelligent than the demon they had fought last night. Another heavy hand.
“Are we on the list?” She smiled, released his hand and angled her head so she could see the clipboard.
Demons could just walk into Cloud Nine, and sometimes she did in order to meet a contact, speak to the boss, or bleed someone for information. She had never come here on a weekend though, when it was so busy, and she wasn’t sure what awaited her on the other side. Normally she got here early, got her business over with, and left before the crowds came and started their masquerade.
“Maybe you are, but he isn’t.” The man nodded over her head.
Taylor could feel Einar there, a glowering dark presence that had an edge to it she hadn’t noticed about him before. As sharp as a razorblade. Einar wasn’t happy. His gaze drilled into her and she resisted the temptation to turn and see what he looked like, and whether this black malevolence was the jealousy she had been hoping to provoke.
If it was, then she was playing with fire.
She hadn’t expected Einar would bear such darkness inside him, but every sense in her was firing and telling her that she was in danger.
Could angels be violent?
She hadn’t witnessed it before, and Einar had fought calmly both times they had battled demons together, but she felt it in him, held just below the surface, barely restrained.
If she made a wrong move, one he didn’t approve of, would he kill this demon in front of all these people? Would he reveal to them what he was?
It didn’t sound like the sort of thing an angel should do.
But then, neither was sleeping with a demon.
Her heart skipped a beat at the memory.
Einar was right. Something that felt so good couldn’t be wrong.
She wasn’t sure he would be saying that if he knew what she was though, and she was convinced that he didn’t. She was convinced that his words last night had been because he had thought that she was a mortal afraid of sleeping with an angel.
“Come on, I just need to ask your boss a few questions.” She flashed her smile again but didn’t flirt with the bouncer as she had intended. She didn’t want to push Einar too far. She had him jealous now, and had no desire to see him furious. She waved a hand at the walkie-talkie the man held. “So, call your boss, and tell them Taylor needs a word, and let us in.”
“Nu-uh. His kind are bad for business.”
Taylor sighed, grabbed the man’s hand and forced it to his mouth. “Listen. Either you call your boss, or the guy you’re referring to is going to get really cranky. He’s already sent someone up north for a little interrogation time, so I would do as I say.”
The demon still hesitated.
The people in the queue near her stared.
There was a crackle and hiss, and then a female voice came over the radio.
“Let them in.”
Taylor looked up at the CCTV camera mounted on the wall above the dark double doors behind the bouncer. She winked at it and released him.
When she turned to face Einar, he looked darker than she had expected.
Shadows shrouded his face and clung to his body, as though he was made from the darkness itself. His eyes burned with bright gold flames in the dimly lit street, fixed over her head on the bouncer. The man was already going about his business again as though nothing had happened.
She walked over to Einar but he didn’t look at her.
She placed her hand on his chest, wishing she could touch his body rather than the hard, cold breastplate of his armour. His gaze finally dropped to hers but the gold in it still shifted and swirled, creating mesmerising patterns around his narrowed pupils.
She couldn’t find her voice to ask if he was alright, not when he placed his hand over hers and held it to his chest. He gripped it tightly, with the same strength he had shown her last night in the bed
room, possessive and unrelenting. She stared into his eyes, wanting the tension between them to disappear.
His pupils widened and the gold flecks settled, only moving slightly as his eyes darted between hers. His lips parted and hers followed suit.
She wanted to kiss him when he looked at her like that.
Did he want to kiss her too?
They hadn’t talked about what had happened between them. Neither of them had mentioned anything about it since waking tangled in each other’s arms this afternoon. She wanted to discuss what had happened, but she was afraid that he would have changed his mind and would see their moment of passion together as a moment of sheer madness now.
But he was holding her hand, and he looked as though he wanted to kiss her, in public, in front of another demon.
She wished he would.
A kiss from him here, now, would chase away all her fears and quieten the voice at the back of her mind that was constantly telling her she had made a mistake by getting intimate with him.
He was in her heart now, and he could easily break it.
When he didn’t make a move, her shoulders sagged and she turned away so he didn’t see her disappointment, nodding towards the club.
“We should go in before the boss changes her mind. She can be quite fickle.” She walked away from him, heading for the black double doors and trying to ignore the ache behind her sternum.
The mountain of bouncer unhooked the velvet rope and shifted aside to make room for her. She turned back at the door and looked at Einar. He still stood across the alley, shadowed and menacing.
Was she making a mistake by bringing him to Cloud Nine?
She wasn’t afraid that the sort of things that happened in the club could corrupt him. She was afraid that he would cause a scene and get her banned. Cloud Nine was her best source of information when she was hunting unfamiliar demon species. She needed it right now, and after Einar was gone.
Her chest throbbed dully at the thought of him leaving. A venomous voice in her heart said that he would.
An angel could never love a demon.
Had she made a terrible mistake by sleeping with him?
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