Sexy As Hell
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"It’s still me," she said with a laugh. "I just picked up a few tricks over the last few hours. Come here and I’ll show you what else I learned."
Seth hooked his thumbs into his jeans and tugged the rest of his clothing off. He eased down onto the edge of the bed with his knee and crawled up the length of her body until she was lying against the mattress and he was hovering over her. Her thighs cradled him as she relished the searing heat of his naked body against hers.
Kneeling between her legs, he ran his arms behind the small of her back and arched her back toward him, tugging her pelvis higher up his thighs. She could feel the press of him against her opening, but he stopped there. Every movement teased at her flesh.
His head dipped down and placed a searing kiss on her stomach before moving up her ribcage and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, a sharp stab of pleasure shooting through her. Her hips arched higher, aching for Seth to fill her body. Instead, his hand slipped between them. His fingers stroked her folds, teasing her clit until every muscle in her body was tight and she was panting desperately against his neck.
"Seth!" she gasped, her body on the edge of release. "Please."
He looked down at her with a grin every bit as evil as a demon could conjure. Then he thrust two fingers deep inside her and she very nearly came undone. He was going to torture her with pleasure. There were worse things, but she refused to wait any longer to have him. Not tonight. Not after everything that happened.
Camille put both hands on his shoulders and shoved him backwards. She was nowhere near as strong as he was, but the element of surprise sent him tumbling off balance. She took advantage of the movement to crawl out from under him and pin him to the mattress.
He didn’t fight her when she climbed astride him. He actually smiled. "I had a dream just like this last night," he said.
"You’ve been dreaming about me?" she asked.
"None of them are as good as the reality."
Camille positioned herself, taking the tip of him inside her and easing back slowly. Her body expanded and stretched to accommodate his size. Just when she thought she couldn’t take in any more, she felt the base rest against her skin.
It was an incredible sensation. She couldn’t even move at first. She just wanted to stay still and absorb the experience. She tightened her muscles around him, and Seth jerked inside her with a groan. The subtle movement set off pleasurable sparks throughout her body. She wanted more.
Seth covered her breasts with his hands. She leaned into his touch, surging forward, and then moving back. The slide of him in and out of her body was exquisite. It built a heat in her belly, coaxing her to move faster, thrust harder, and find the release she sought in him. It didn’t take long.
Camille had wanted this to last, but her body wouldn’t allow it. Her eyes fluttered closed as she rocked her pelvis against his. Her soft cries grew louder as her release built inside her.
"Come on, baby," he said in a coarse whisper. "Come for me."
A few more sure strokes were enough to push her over and grind out her long-denied orgasm. She cried out, bucking her hips against him. The pulsating rush of release echoed through her body.
Seth’s hands went to her hips, holding her steady when her body threatened to crumble over him. He sunk his fingertips into her flesh and pressed his spine into the mattress to pull back and thrust rapidly into her from below.
Camille braced her palms against his chest and enjoyed the ride. Each movement inside of her sent an aftershock though every nerve. When at last Seth groaned loud with his own orgasm and poured into her, she collapsed over him in utter exhaustion. She could feel his pounding heart beating as quickly as her own, his hot breath on her neck.
A few minutes later, Camille rolled off to the side of him. He immediately reached for her, pulling her close to him. His hand found her chin and tipped her face up. He kissed her again. This kiss was gentle, but held the promise of things to come.
"That," he whispered, "was worth waiting fifteen hundred years. Let’s not wait that long to do it again."
His hand glided down her side to her hip. Despite being exhausted and sore, Camille felt the flame of desire stir inside her again. "I think fifteen minutes is long enough."
One Week Later
Seth opted to celebrate his newfound mortality by immediately contracting the flu. No sooner had Michael torn up their contract, he started to sneeze. It was startling, after so many years of immunity, but proof positive that he was once again his own man. He’d take a few days in bed in exchange for freedom.
Michael seemed all too pleased to terminate their deal in the height of cold and flu season. It was just one more reason Seth was glad to be rid of the smug bastard. He might be an angel, but he could be a dick, too.
He had hoped to start looking for a job, to begin settling into the real world, but a hundred and two fever knocked him on his ass harder than any demon he’d ever run across. His whole life was put on hold, but the most painful part was that he couldn’t see Camille until he was well again.
He’d waited months to touch her, unsure if she could cope with his complicated life. Then he couldn’t have her without risking death. They spent one incredibly hot night together and then he got sick. For the next few days, he would have to be happy with the memories of her naked, writhing body seared into his brain.
Seth did see Camille. She came by his apartment a few times with homemade chicken noodle soup and medicine. But she didn’t stay long or come close enough for him to touch her. It was agonizing. More so than the throbbing in his head or the fire in his throat.
Fortunately, the virus had run its course. And tonight, he was taking Camille out on the date he’d promised. He put on his sharpest suit and knocked on her apartment at exactly six-thirty.
Camille answered the door in a tight, form-fitting red dress and sky-high heels. It wasn’t trashy; cut too low or with a hemline too short, but it clung to each delicious curve, sending his mouth to watering.
"Wow," he said. "Are you sure you want to go to dinner?"
Camille pushed at his chest to move him back into the hallway so she could close the door behind her. "Yes. We have to at least go on one real date before we have sex again."
"If you insist." Seth slipped his arm around her waist and escorted her down the hallway. At the moment he was wishing he hadn’t selected such a nice restaurant to make their reservations. It had a multi-course menu that took far longer to consume than a regular meal. He’d delayed touching her bare skin by at least two hours. Right now, he wished they could find a drive-thru burger joint and come back to her place.
But he resisted. Camille deserved a nice evening out after everything she went through because of him. And he was looking forward to wooing her. He hadn’t taken a relationship past the physical in a very, very long time. This was his first chance to build a life, start a family, and settle into his new and limited existence.
It didn’t take long to get to the restaurant. After they ordered and the sommelier brought their first wine selection, Camille excused herself to go to the ladies’ room.
Seth waited patiently, sipping his wine. It was less than a minute later that he felt an awareness of being watched. It wasn’t quite the same as Michael’s presence. But it was most certainly otherworldly. Being mortal again hadn’t stripped him of his experience.
He looked up to see a young, leggy brunette and an older man walking toward him. They were on their way out of the restaurant. As they neared the table, the woman whispered into the man’s ear. He eyed Seth for a moment, nodded and continued walking out of the restaurant alone.
Seth didn’t recognize the brunette until she bent into the candlelight of his table and reached out to stroke his face. Her eyes were an unmistakable shade of pink, a wicked grin curling her bright red lips.
Isra.
Before he could react, she leaned in and kissed him. He braced himself for the assault, but it didn’t come.
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bsp; Instead, she pulled away and smiled. "It’s good to see you again, Seth." She flipped her dark brown curls over her shoulder and wiggled her fingers in a dainty goodbye. Then she was gone as quickly as she had appeared.
A few minutes later, Camille returned to the table. She watched Seth with a curious expression. He must’ve looked absolutely shell-shocked. He wasn’t quite sure how to react or what he should do, but realized finally that it wasn’t his job anymore. He was out of the demon hunting business.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
Seth shook his head and finally smiled. "Not at all. I just ran into an old friend."
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