“I want inside you so bad my teeth ache.” His words were muffled against her bottom.
“Why wait?” Swollen and throbbing between her legs, she wanted him there to eliminate the need.
His fingers splayed across her abdomen and he kissed the base of her spine. As he stood behind her, elevating her shirt as he rose, his tongue traveled the length of her backbone. The caress was so sensual she trembled and feared her knees would give out.
“Lift your arms,” he said with his lips against her ear.
She did as he requested, and he yanked the cotton over her head, tossing it aside. Her nipples puckered in the cool air, or maybe because Nix turned her in his embrace and gazed at them like they were the Holy Grail.
“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” He dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Madison groaned, digging her fingers in his hair. She trembled and he blew on her wet, rigid peak. Such a small thing, but deep in her intimate flesh she pulsed with a need so strong it owned her.
She tugged his head to the other breast. Slanting a look upward at her, he licked the tight bud. Madison dragged in a ragged breath, wishing she’d never avoided her attraction to him. She felt special in his arms, as if he revered her.
He cupped her breast from the underside, holding her steady as he sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could, and rotated his tongue around the sensitive spike. There was something terribly erotic about watching him. As if sensing her thoughts, he looked up at her again as her newly wet breast emerged from between his lips. He caught the tight nipple between his teeth and gently rolled the peak. Pinpoints of raw pleasure exploded, shot into her belly, and a hot gush of wetness surged between her legs. Carnal need tumbled from her lungs in a throaty moan and she squeezed her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the burning need.
Nix’s eyes tilted at the corners, expressing his satisfaction over her very vocal reaction. He slowly lowered to his knees, kissing the flesh he came in contact with. As he kissed her navel, he released the button and zipper on her jeans. Fingers curled around the band of her pants and dragged the material downward. Inch by inch, her flesh was exposed and his mouth followed the path, a kiss against her thigh, a lick to the back of her knee, and a nip against her ankle.
Sitting back on his heels, his gaze traveled the length of her exposed body, halting only a moment on her red panties. His thumb slid over the scar on her thigh that Amos had given her when he began acting out five years ago. “Take these off, baby.”
Her underwear represented the final barrier between them because she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to shuck his pants. Unspoken were the words do this and there’s no turning back.
Commitment time. Damn him or save him?
Heartbeat pounding in her ears, Madison dragged in a rough breath and hooked her fingers in her panties. Forgive me for being so selfish. She shoved the lace downward and kicked her jeans aside as she stepped out of her undies.
“No going back now, Mads.” Nix took her panties from her grasp before she could chuck them. He swished his thumb in the crotch and smiled. “They’re wet.”
“I know.” The words were the barest whisper, almost not a sound.
“You’re frightened.” He rose to his feet.
“Terrified that I’m damning you.”
“You worry too much about everyone but yourself.” Nix navigated her to the bed. “Let me worry about you and take care of you for a change.”
Her knees hit the mattress and she lost her balance. Nix pressed a hand to her lower back and steadied her against him.
“I’ve—I—M’kay, Nix, I’ll try.” From the earliest moment only evil had ever protected her. Knowing the Ark of Heaven wanted to watch out for her was an odd feeling.
“You’ll fail.”
“Probably.” She slanted her head to the side as Nix put his lips to her throat.
Chapter Forty-six
Nix kissed down her neck and she quivered in his arms. He held the power to mold her into any type of sexual partner he wanted. But Nix wanted the woman he knew her to be. He just had to coax that inner vixen out of hiding.
He skimmed his fingers over a nipple before dipping his hand for a lower course. “Women can have multiple orgasms, you know?”
His palm hit her curls.
“S-so I’ve been told,” she said in a breathy tone.
“When I climax, I’m done for a while. But with you—” Wetness coated his hand as he stroked over her vaginal folds. A gasp shattered from her parted lips, but she widened her legs, giving him freedom to explore her velvet dampness. “I intend to play a long time.”
He couldn’t wait to get his mouth there. He anticipated that moment as he pressed a finger inside her. Couldn’t wait to taste her climax and feel her vibrate beneath his tongue. She whimpered when he stroked his finger into her silken channel.
Nix kissed her, mimicking the strokes of his fingers with his tongue. Mads didn’t take long to flick her hips against his hand.
He inserted a second finger as he wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered her to the comforter. Kneeling between her legs, he admired her. Mouth slightly parted, eyes drowsy with passion, her breasts rose and fell with each reedy pant. Nix had never seen a sexier woman in his life.
With his digits pressed deep inside her, he widened his fingers and she made a small sound of pleasure at the back of her throat.
“I’m going to kiss you here,” he said, pumping them slowly. They emerged glistening with the evidence of her arousal. “And I’m going to kiss you here.” He indicated the spot by shifting his fingers and moistening her clitoris with them.
“I’m not sure about that, Nix.” Her breath hitched in her throat.
“Yeah, you are or you would’ve told me no outright. If you don’t like anything I do, just tell me.”
Before he could feast between her thighs, she caught his face between her hands. “Nix,” she whispered. “That’s so personal.”
“Everything about sex is personal. Soon I’ll be inside you. The only thing binding us more than that is the covenant and the way I feel about you. Allow me to love you, baby.”
Love her the way she deserved.
Slowly, her hands fell away and she nodded, giving her consent. She flattened her palms against the blanket, her muscles tense, but she grew pliant as he nuzzled her belly with his lips. He kissed and licked her tender abdomen, palmed her breasts, and she relaxed beneath him.
Nix put his head between her legs, his tongue dragging from her opening to her clitoris. Madison sucked in a shocked breath and released it as a groan. Her fingers curled in the comforter and her back arched.
Nix thrust his hands beneath her bottom and cupped her for a better angle. He concentrated on licking her lips and thrusting his tongue into her. And if her soft pants and intermittent sharp gasps were any indication, he drove her wild with his oral foreplay. All her adorable noises made him crazy to be inside her.
“Nix!” Her fingers plunged into his hair. Her nails scraped across his scalp and she yanked.
He ignored the sting. “You dislike the way it feels?”
“God, no. It’s freakin’ awesome.”
“Then come on my tongue.”
She collapsed with a small whimper. How had the woman ever thought she didn’t like sex?
He circled around her clitoris without ever laying his tongue against the sensitive nub. Mads undulated beneath him, panting hard, but her orgasm evaded her as he plied her with an overdose of sensation. Nix grinned against her and slipped a hand free from her bottom. Glancing up her divine body, he met her drowsy gaze. His cock throbbed painfully, but he wanted her to climax before he sealed their relationship.
He inserted two fingers into her wet sheath and thrust.
“Oh, God!” Both hands dug into his hair. She jerked upward into a half-seated position, but dropped back against the pillows almost as quickly. “Oh, God, Nix…that’s—that’s….”
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nbsp; Her wheezing breaths shifted into sonic overdrive, her sighs and whimpers erupting as hot and fiery as spewing lava.
“Feel good, baby?” He intentionally placed his mouth against her clit so the movement of his lips would glide across the sensitive peak.
“Xageqejt.” Devilish. Her head executed choppy side-to-side rolls on the pillow and Nix chuckled, glad he understood Xapil. “Oh, God, Nix…” she reiterated. “Oh, God….”
Ah…the sounds of his woman before reaching orgasm. Pure Heaven.
He licked around his fingers before allocating one directly against her clitoris. Her head curved backward, digging into the soft pillows and her fingers tightened in his hair, anchoring him in place. He complied with her silent request and swirled his tongue over the sensitized heart of her pussy. Quickening the pace of his finger strokes, he continued to flick her clit.
“Nix,” she moaned and tensed beneath him. Her toes curled into the mattress, her belly muscles flexed, and he prepared eagerly for her release. “N-Nix.”
Mads panted, held her breath, panted some more.
Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream, as she came. The muscles of her pussy squeezed his digits and her entire body trembled from the force of her climax. She moaned so loudly it sounded as if her orgasm ripped her atoms apart and flung them back together again in random order.
Painful pleasure. Delightfully wicked stuff and he’d brought her there. Nix gloated and hoped she would be the medicine he needed to find his humanity again. Only with her at his side would he be able to forgive himself for the atrocious deeds he’d committed with Micah in her name.
He eased her through her climax, removed his fingers, and swirled away her release with his tongue. The unique, sweet taste would drug non-supernatural men. Glad of his ties to Heaven, Nix remained safe.
Chapter Forty-seven
Nix shifted up her body, the chafing of his jeans on her inner thighs evidence he hadn’t removed his clothing. “Orgasms look good on you, Mads.” A slow, easy grin exposed his dimples. “Did I forget to mention I am a god at sex?”
Madison laughed and her voice came out hoarse. “It’s impolite to gloat, Nix.” She kissed a dimple. They won her over every time. “I love these.” They’d been adorable when she first met him. Now, they were all kinds of sexy.
What he’d just done—oral sex…Mmmm…so good, her demon purred—she’d never tolerated it from Micah. She’d enjoyed every second of the decadent act with Nix.
His eyes narrowed and his frown grew lethal. The pads of his fingers skimmed the flesh around the wound on her shoulder where Micah had bit her in the shower. “Why didn’t you have Amos heal this one like he did on your forearm?”
“It is too personal. I was afraid he would read my memories.”
His attention zip-lined to hers. “He can do that?”
“Yeah. We chat telepathically, also.” Nix’s expression didn’t change. What did he think of that? “Zen reads minds as well. I can keep Amos out unless it’s close contact like that. Zen visits as he pleases.”
“Zen mentioned in the kitchen he could read minds, but he didn’t say anything about chatting telepathically.”
She shrugged. “He can be secretive.” She traced one of his scrunched-up brows with her fingertips. “Telepathy is as far as it goes with me. Does that bother you, Nix?”
“If you’re asking does that change the way I feel about you, the answer is no. I love you regardless of your talents—”
“Curse—”
“Or gifts.” He glared at her. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Mads. You’re not cursed, just different. But I am insulted you would think my love is so fickle.”
Madison didn’t wish to hurt him, but trusting him with her heart was so damn difficult. It’d been broken once. She didn’t wish to repeat that anguish ever again.
Did she love Nix as the lover she was about to receive into her body? She might, but how could she be certain?
I love him! Lynx piped up. I especially love that mouth and tongue of his.
“I’m sorry, Nix.” And she meant it. “I’m used to people freaking out when they discover the broad boundaries of our abilities.”
“I’ll assume by ‘people’ you mean Sherlocks.” He waited for her nod before continuing, “I love you, so I forgive you. Allow me to heal the wound, Mads?”
Madison nodded and braced herself for the impact of his divine mojo. Nix kissed her as his fingers skimmed over the wound. Burnt heat, love and goodness, interspersed with the scent of an electrical storm, touched her senses, sizzled along her flesh and…it disappeared. Disappointed by the briefness of the taste, she reached up and touched her skin. The bite wounds were gone, her shoulder healed.
Locking her arms around his neck, she curled a leg around his hip. She undulated beneath him and pulled him toward her. “Your magic tastes like I imagine elixir of the gods would.” She claimed his mouth with hers and groaned into him at the contact. “Nix,” she objected when he shifted his mouth to her neck.
“Hmmm….” he rumbled against her throat, his wicked caress scattering gooseflesh wherever it touched.
“Remove your jeans for me.”
“In a minute.” He grazed his teeth along her collarbone and licked the puckered flesh of their transferred covenant.
Impatient with his timing, she used her weight and rolled him to his back. Straddling his thighs, she sat up and fumbled with the remaining buttons on his jeans. “I want you naked. Now. In a minute is much too late.”
He grinned as she finished unbuttoning his pants, running her lips over the fine trail of hair that disappeared below.
A charming path to guide her where she ventured, convenient for her.
She dragged her tongue along the flesh surrounding his belly button and his abdomen muscles rippled in the wake of her lick. Such power he granted her over him and she licked him again.
Folding the edges of his jeans back, she exposed the solid length of his erection. She ran a finger along the stiff extent. Nix snatched her hand away. She looked up at his tight expression. Mindful of her bandaged left wrist, his fingers were gentle, and his sensitivity damn near stung her eyes with tears.
“Not yet. That will lead to me inside you much too quickly, Mads, and I need to do something else first.”
“Too bad.” She pouted, but wiggled to straddle his dick. When her wet flesh connected with his partially exposed hardness, he groaned as she teased by swaying against him. “What could be more important than getting inside me, Nix?”
“This.” Nix ripped the tape off the gauze wrapped around her wrist and quickly tore off the bindings, exposing the irritated flesh where the sigil branded her. The red line that ran from it had lengthened and now tunneled halfway up her arm toward her shoulder. “I should’ve done this in the kitchen without asking. God knows I wanted to.”
“Don’t you dare heal me!”
Nix flipped her to her back, settling comfortably between her legs, the rough line of his jeans scrubbing her pussy. “That’ll be a side-effect, but not my intent.”
“Nix….”
He executed thrusting motions against her. At her groan, he said, “I’ll win the teasing game hands-down, every single time, baby.”
“Jerk,” she griped half-heartedly.
“This jerk is about to douse you with me, inside and out.”
She pondered that statement, but his power shot into her so fast, her mouth dropped open, but no sound exited her lungs. Pleasure hit her harder than the initial jolt of his mojo just minutes ago. White lightning, coupled with the scent of spring storms, deluged her body, ripped through her like a hailstorm and one-hundred-mile-an-hour winds. Their gazes held, locked as tight as his hand clamped on her wrist. His eyes flashed with something she couldn’t define.
Madison’s greatest fear was losing control and draining him of his power. In effect, killing him. Usha morphed to the surface amidst a bomb of golden light Madison recognized as the visi
ble color of Nix’s messian.
“Pow—er…back.” Getting the words out was difficult, because of the intensity of his feeding and because her demon resisted their utterance.
The pulsation slowed to a bearable level.
“I won’t stop.” The crinkles at the corners of his eyes suggested he worried over her reaction to what he’d somewhat forced upon her. “Zenny said you needed this. Said I was your only…hope.” The final word was barely spoken, as if he hadn’t intended to utter it.
“I won’t ask you to stop.”
God, no I won’t!
Want more! Usha screamed.
“But I want it more personal than before, Nix. I want you inside me as you give it to me.” Something different than in the Sherlock bar when he healed her, and then in Hell. She needed to differentiate the two scenarios. “Inside me,” she reiterated.
Nix’s breathing grew choppy.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“No.”
“My eyes have changed to reflect my demon?”
“Yes, Mads, but that doesn’t mean anything is wrong.”
“Does it tire you or weaken you to feed me this way?”
“No. I feel a connection with you I cannot explain, and I fail to fully comprehend it.” He shut the power down completely and she bit her tongue to keep from demanding he turn it back on. “I taste your power and can track it after I’ve experienced it. To my knowledge, no demon holds that talent.” Ah…so that was how they found her after the Sherlock bar incident. “You taste different than before, a lot sweeter. That’s to be expected since you went all-inclusive with your demon DNA. There’s a new edge, a touch of darkness and cruelty that wasn’t a part of you in the bar, or Hell.”
“The new me.” She rolled him to his back and sat straight, watching him through her lashes. “I tried telling you I wasn’t the same woman as before.”
“No one ever remains the same. But you’d have never accepted your demon if not for me.”
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