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Deliverance from Sin: A Demonic Paranormal Romance (Sinners & Saints Book 5)

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by Rosalie Stanton


  I love you. I love you. I love you.

  Campbell took her mouth with his before the words could force their way to freedom, his thrusts coming harder, faster as need ratcheted. She whimpered against his lips, smashing her pussy upward to recapture his cock every time he pulled away. She grew hotter and wetter with each plunge, her whimpers more desperate, her hold on him more severe. He drew his right hand between them, his fingers skating across damp skin and over her slippery mound until he had her clit under his thumb.

  Varina went wild. Bucking like mad, screaming into his mouth, her pussy pulsing and pulling and choking him as she spiraled into release. It was all he could do to hold on before following her, tumbling over the edge between reality and fucking euphoria. He pounded into her as the dark in the room went white. As he touched something he’d never felt before and thought he might never again. It was singular and beautiful.

  It was all Varina.

  The room jumped off the edge into a vat of dark quiet. Campbell’s eyes stung with sweat, his hair clinging to his skin, his skin clinging to hers. When reality returned, he found he had buried his face between her breasts. He had curled his arms under her shoulders and held. His cock, semi-hard, remained locked within her body. She felt so good. Under him. Around him. In his mouth and nose, in his veins. The throb in his chest belonged to her too. Everything did.

  But that was too much to consider now. That was a world of uncertainty he wasn’t ready to tread.

  Somehow, Campbell managed to find the strength to pull away. He collapsed inelegantly into the empty space beside her, and immediately mourned the loss of her warmth. He waited there, listening to her breaths, feeling the race of her heart as it fought to keep up with his. He could already hear the questions circling, her confusion, the uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring, and everything that he assumed followed sex that wasn’t just sex.

  And this hadn’t been just sex. Campbell had been having just sex his entire life.

  This had been something else.

  Something he didn’t think he could face right now. Not with his mind weak with post-coital bliss.

  But he wasn’t about to let her go, either. When Varina turned her back to him, he threw an arm around her and dragged her to his chest.

  “Campbell—”

  He touched his fingers to her mouth and kissed the shell of her ear. “Tomorrow,” he murmured. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  A long pause stretched between them before he felt her relax.

  “Tomorrow,” she agreed, settling into his arms.

  Campbell pulled her tighter against him, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. He had no idea what to expect tomorrow, and for the moment, he decided not to care. Instead, he’d enjoy the quiet and her warmth.

  He’d sleep without demons.

  18

  For the second morning, Varina awoke entangled in a man’s arms.

  And for the first few minutes, she was content to remain there, watching the sun play against the blinds and memorizing the exquisite feel of warm skin against her. Campbell was still curled at her back, his arm over her waist, his body wrapped around hers. Soft breaths tickled her scalp and made her hair dance. She could stay here forever if she pretended the world beyond the bed didn’t exist. Confine her life to this small patch of real-estate and be quite happy.

  Her mind, however, was never at rest. Despite her resistance, Varina found herself pulled in a direction she didn’t much care to explore. Because no matter what had happened last night, it didn’t erase what had come before. The thing she’d said to him downstairs, her combative mood, and his noted avoidance of her afterward.

  She’d been cruel for the sake of creating distance. Then she’d shown up in his room and jumped on his cock. Sure, she’d been there to wake him from a nightmare. Altruistic motives and all, but that didn’t change anything—certainly not the caustic words she’d spat at him, how she’d targeted his weakness to get a rise out of him, right after he’d fulfilled his promise.

  Varina prided herself on being even tempered, if not cynical. It was what had enabled her to survive these years—that she kept herself on solid ground both physically and emotionally. Doing anything less rendered her compromised, clouded her judgment, and in general stank of something out of her stepmother’s book.

  Before anything else, Varina owed him an apology. An explanation. Because she knew he wouldn’t have forgotten it.

  Those were the thoughts she wanted to keep at bay, but couldn’t. The more she ignored them, the louder they became, until Varina felt certain they would deafen her. Decisions made in the heat of the moment rarely looked the same after a good night’s rest. Every decision she’d made yesterday seemed now like the wrong one.

  This was why she didn’t do relationships. This and her pathological trust issues. Small actions suddenly carried huge significance, silence screamed and tiny lapses in judgment became monstrous hurdles to overcome.

  Varina held her breath and lifted Campbell’s arm. Somehow, she managed to make it to the floor without stirring him from sleep.

  She gathered the tattered remains of her boxer shorts off the floor, along with her tank top, and made her way to the door.

  One good thing had come from her nighttime adventure—Varina no longer felt obligated to cover up. Once in her room, she pulled on the tank top and plucked a plain pair of panties from her duffle. Campbell had seen everything now, and she was no longer interested in pretending she wasn’t drawn to him. Ignoring her growing feelings for the man had boxed her in last night—if nothing else, she was ready to be honest with herself, no matter how frightening the prospect.

  The morning called for a cup of coffee strong enough to caffeinate the Hulk. Aside from the conversation she knew she’d have to have at some point today, Varina was more motivated than ever to finish her business at Mount Zion. Legion had been quiet since pulling her from bed, which was par for the course, as expelling that much energy required time to recharge the batteries, but the reprieve wouldn’t last. Logically, she knew that leaving the house wouldn’t do anything to dissuade the demon. Illogically, being here made her feel like a helpless child. That no matter how many steps forward she seized, she would never grow out of the person she’d been at age twelve.

  Perhaps if she and Campbell were able to move to a different place—rent a hotel room or something—she could handle the prospect of facing Legion as she would any other demon. Here, though, it had the home field advantage, and it was conspiring with other memories she’d just as soon forget, making it damn near impossible to remain clear-headed.

  Varina poured herself the needed mammoth cup of coffee and guzzled. The brew burned her mouth, but she didn’t care. Fuel didn’t have to feel good, just do its job. Still, she took the next cup a bit slower, then exchanged the mug for a bottle of water and a Nutri-Grain bar.

  As she ate, she studied the box Campbell had brought in the day before. Such a plain thing—she had no idea how it would or could impact Legion, but she had enough faith in Campbell to trust that it would do its job.

  Another first.

  Varina wiped her hands and mouth free of crumbs, her feet carrying her toward the unassuming weapon. Something inside her felt compelled to touch it, which would have been a warning bell to end all warning bells if she hadn’t seen Campbell handle it yesterday. Perhaps there was something of the impression Legion had made on her body that drew her to it.

  She wouldn’t open the box, she wasn’t that stupid. But she couldn’t deny a part of her wanted to.

  Varina carried the box into the hallway, though she didn’t register she’d moved until she looked up. And that was enough to convince her to put it down and leave it be until she knew more about it. She placed it on the nearest surface—the petticoat table—and took a few steps back, her gaze never leaving it.

  She’d have to ask Campbell.

  After they talked about everything else.

  Varina turned and headed for the parlor.
A few more paces had her feeling closer to normal. As close as she was likely to get, anyway. Strange objects aside, her breakfast of coffee and a Nutri-Grain bar had fed her a sense of her old routine, especially since she’d neglected her typical daily menu since arriving at Mount Zion. If the years had taught her anything, it was that habit had a way of grounding a person. Even vagrants like her.

  Varina had just about made it to the stairwell when she heard him, and by the time she thought to react, it was too late.

  Not that she could have reacted. Her mind wiped clean of word, thought, or action.

  He was nude.

  And hard.

  And taking sure strides down the stairs, with her being the apparent destination.

  Her gut plummeted and her heart began to race. Varina couldn’t look away from him—his eyes were pinned on her, his expression unreadable. And he got closer with each second.

  It occurred to her a beat too late that she should say something. Apologize. Explain. Do anything other than stand stupid with her jaw unhinged. As it was, though, she never got the chance. The second Campbell was within reach, his hands closed around her upper arms and his mouth had claimed hers prisoner.

  Varina gasped, her parting lips allowing easy entry for his tongue. Her brain switched off, turning control over to her body, which was good since it seemed to know what she wanted to do. She wound her arms around Campbell’s neck, his own hands traveling south until he had her ass against his palms. For a handful of seconds, her equilibrium wavered, and then her back was against the hallway wall, her legs around Campbell’s waist. His cock nudged the damp fabric at her center, sending white hot sparks through her veins, down her spine, and to her toes. She felt wild, instincts and senses she’d trusted for years tearing in a thousand directions, her mind ablaze with the fight to kick back online and the rest of her trying to let this happen.

  At last, Campbell wrenched his mouth away, pressing his brow to hers.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he said, dragging one hand away from her ass and over her hip.

  Varina shivered. “Yeah?”

  He nodded, his fingers edging now toward her pussy. “This no sex thing…” He pressed against her labia, nudging her clit through the crotch of her panties. “I think we should revisit it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Especially since you snuck into my bedroom last night.”

  Varina cracked one eye open. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. “I didn’t sneak. I called your name several times.”

  A wicked grin tugged at his lips, and her legs started to tremble. Were it not for the wall at her back, she might have puddled right to the floor.

  “I don’t remember that,” Campbell murmured, then nipped at her mouth. “Care to demonstrate?” He slipped his fingers into her panties and gave her a good tap.

  She jolted. “Campbell…”

  “Tell me you want this, Varina. I don’t think I can do the platonic thing anymore.”

  She studied him for a moment, read the pleading in his striking blue eyes. She’d always considered blue cold or frigid. Campbell redefined the color. He redefined so many things.

  After making him dangle a moment past cruel, she favored him with a grin of her own and lowered a hand to his straining cock. The sigh that rushed through his lips at her touch could have melted polar icecaps. She squeezed the base of his erection before beginning to pump him in even strokes.

  Shit, he felt good in her hand. Hot and hard and perfect.

  “I don’t think we were ever platonic,” she replied. “Just on hold.”

  His nostrils flared. “And are we still? On hold?”

  “After last night? No. I’m tired of holding.”

  “Thank god.”

  His lips were on hers again in the span of a heartbeat, his fingers rubbing the seam of her pussy before parting her and dipping inside. Varina released a sound that might have been a moan in a former life, and he swallowed it, settling his thumb over her clit and pressing down.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  It wasn’t that her past lovers hadn’t known what to do with a woman’s body—how to get her ready, play her right, make sure she reached a happy moment. The change was so subtle she would have thought she was making it up had each encounter not been so explosive. But every time Campbell touched her, a part of her went up in flames.

  “If you don’t get rid of these…” He tugged on her panties. “I’m gonna rip them off. And I think you’re running out.”

  That wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but practicality won out. Varina released his cock and pushed on his chest. “You’re hell on underwear,” she said, stripping the cotton down her legs, then pitching it over his shoulder.

  “You did the tearing last night.”

  Yeah, she had. She didn’t think she’d ever forget the way he’d looked at her then. While she’d never know what had been going on in his head, judging by his expression, it had been quite the conversation.

  Varina grinned at the memory as he hiked her into his arms again. “First time for everything,” she said, her voice soft.

  He kissed the corner of her mouth, dragging the head of his cock across the mouth of her pussy and earning a moan for his efforts. She rolled her head back, tunneling her fingers through his hair and thrusting her hips against him. She felt his cockhead nudge her clit once, twice, then he slipped down where she wanted him and held.

  “Yeah.”

  The word was so soft it took a moment for her to register he’d spoken.

  She blinked. “What?”

  “There is,” he replied, slipping inside her with one slow, deep plunge. She felt her cunt clasp around him, hugging him, every inch of flesh rubbing against her vaginal walls, and sharp tremors broke through her body.

  “There is what?”

  “A first time for everything.”

  His mouth covered hers before she could question him further, which was truly for the best because her brain had shut off again. Varina bit back a moan—or rather tried—as her hips worked, thrusting forward as he began to pull away. Needing him back, deep, connecting with her as she’d never connected before.

  It was so different now. Everything. It had been like this last night, after she’d been impaled on his cock, the realization had struck her that, though they had fucked before, it was almost like the first time again. Now she knew him—knew him as well or better than she had anyone else who had ever been inside her. And she liked him, wanted him, wanted more. This man she’d let into her life. This man who had somehow become not just a friend, but something infinitely more complex and wonderful.

  It scared the shit out of her, but now that she’d given herself to it, she couldn’t get enough.

  Varina hugged Campbell to her, rotating her hips and pushing back with her legs every time he pulled away. He felt so right inside her, against her. The sensation of him driving in and out of her had her unmade. It was such a simple thing, basic and fundamental, but she needed it too much to try to understand it.

  Campbell finally pulled away from her mouth and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his thrusts growing harder, faster. The wall at her back, a cold contrast to the warm body molded to her front, groaned every time he shoved back into her. She could feel herself growing wetter, every time he slid home. His hot breaths, flavored with masculine moans he couldn’t stifle, fanned her skin.

  Then he navigated a hand between them, danced his fingers over slippery flesh until he found her clit. And like last night, he didn’t pinch or begin the rapid manipulations to which her body had become accustomed. It was as though he sensed how sensitive she was, how too much pressure would break the moment. Instead, he positioned his finger where it needed to be, and let her do the rest. Let her clit knock against him, providing just enough stimulation to send the kindling sparks dancing through her body on a collision course with explosion.

  Varina gasped, clenched and moaned. So close. So close.

 
Again, Campbell seemed to sense her need. He dropped kisses up her neck until his mouth was at her ear. “Let me feel it, Varina,” he all but growled. “I wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

  Anyone else, those words would have earned a black eye.

  For Campbell, she dug her teeth into his shoulder as her body spiraled apart, spasming wildly, her pussy gripping him, her legs tightening their hold around his waist. Hot, tingly waves of ecstasy scored through her, and for a few blissful seconds, she detached from the world and floated away.

  She wanted to melt, but the next instant, she was glad she didn’t. Campbell’s groan filled the air—hot and needy, and her cooling blood began to race again. Then his hips bucked and his cock pulsed. Every inch of him went tense before he whimpered again and unwound. She felt him spill inside her, hot and urgent, and she thought she might fall all over again.

  Slowly, the ringing in her head began to subside, and she became aware of other things. Like the cooling sweat clinging to her skin, and how her heart was pounding so hard it damn near hurt. There were Campbell’s soft breaths and the comfort of his flesh against hers. It felt so strange yet so right at the same time.

  She’d forgotten this—the simple comforts that existed beyond sex. That existed at all. Over a decade had passed since she’d allowed another person behind the wall. Varina wasn’t used to being held, before, during or after a fuck. Normally by now, she would have pushed herself free and started dressing in a hurry.

  Campbell’s arms around her, his body against hers, didn’t stifle her. If anything, she felt…

  Well, she didn’t know what. But she liked it.

  “I hope that wasn’t weird.”

  Varina blinked and forced herself to lift her head. “What?”

  His grin was sheepish, and the sight of it made her chest constrict. “I’ve never been much of a talker during sex,” he murmured, nudging her nose with his. “Decided to give it a shot.”

 

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