Demons Like It Hot (Demons Unleashed #2)(69)

“I think you know why, Serah.” Matthias yanked her against him again, his grip more fierce and intense. “I’m warning you, Serah. You don’t know what I am.”

“I know you want to kiss me. What’s so wrong with that?”

“You might not like it.”

Like hell she wouldn’t. So the guy was an ass at times, but he did know how to kiss. And they’d already kissed anyway. “I kissed you already once. I liked it then.”

“You did?”

His inquisitiveness caught her off-guard. Yet somehow she found it a turn-on. “A lot.”

“You seriously don’t know what you do.”

“Maybe I don’t, but right now I don’t care.”

Matthias growled deep within his chest, the vibrations reverberating against her body. He hoisted her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands frantically digging into the corded muscles along his shoulders. His heat throbbed and radiated against her, right down to her core. “We can’t do this here,” he drawled, with a leisurely lick along her earlobe.

“Fine, the first door on the left then,” she gasped out. Who knew the room she’d set up as sleeping quarters would get more action than sleep. “Lock this time.” Oh God, she couldn’t even manage complete sentences anymore. She was doomed.

Matthias’s mouth moved to the base of her neck where her pulse bobbed. His tongue traveled with slow, sensuous strokes against each throbbing beat.

Throwing her head back, Serah moaned. Fingers clawing into his hair, she pulled him closer. “Please?” she gasped out. Not wanting to prolong the wait any longer, she took both hands and craned his head to meet her gaze. She brought his lips to hers.

Allowing her tongue to swirl along his lips, she prodded them open. Hunger and lust combined as she swept into his mouth. Tongue darting and gliding with Matthias’s, Serah murmured against his lips. Taking his lower lip into her mouth, she nibbled his tender flesh. She pulled her lips away and gazed up at him. “I’m through asking nicely.”

“I can’t resist you any longer.” He plowed across the kitchen, scattering utensils, pots, and pans in his wake. The clamoring echoed faintly in her ears as other, more passionate, senses took control of her body.

Without missing one step, Matthias kicked open the door, swung around to catch the doorknob behind him and draw it closed. He flipped the light switch and snapped the lock in place.

“A bedroom?”

Serah felt her cheeks flush more. “I’ve pulled a few all-nighters. Makes it a little easier.”

“Very convenient,” he murmured, tracing his hands up and down her curves. It amazed her how even through the layers of her dress and jacket, his touch still sent shivers of pleasure spiraling through her.

He laid her gently on the twin bed, fluffing the pillows beneath her head. “The bed’s kind of small. I don’t want to break it.”

“I hardly use it anyway.” Serah’s hands moved up the expanse of his chest and across his shoulders and down over his biceps. The hard muscle flexed and bunched as he scooted next to her.

He took her hands, held them in place above her head and looked down at her. “Are you sure you want this?”

“It’s just sex.”

He let out a sharp breath. Surely he wasn’t expecting more? They were nothing alike. They were just frustrated and needed some release.

“Yes, just sex.”

With that, he lowered his mouth to hers, their lips joining again. He nibbled and suckled her lips, prodding them open with his tongue. It was like their tongues were made for each other. They swirled, laved, and slid along each other in perfect harmony.

God, he was good. Then again, he had centuries of practice. Centuries, her mind screamed. He probably had a lot more experience than she did. She tensed against his body.

“Did I do something? Do you—” He abruptly ended his question.

“How many times have you done this?”

“I’m not inexperienced,” he said, his hands moving to unbutton her chef’s jacket. “But it’s been about four centuries, so I’m a little rusty.”

Four centuries? And here she complained to Lucy about her four years of forced celibacy. “I’m rusty too,” she said, her hands working the buckle of his belt. Ripping it open, she threw the belt to the floor and eagerly tugged at the button and zipper. She offered a secret prayer that he’d ditched the boxers. The easier the access the better.

Matthias returned the favor, ripping open her jacket and sending buttons flying in every direction. “Too many clothes,” he murmured, tracing his tongue along her collarbone. His hands moved into her hair, loosening the ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her curls fell to her shoulders.

“I love your hair,” he whispered against her lips. Fingers tangled in her curls, he pulled her head closer.

His hands continued their delicious ministrations, swirling massaging and stroking each curve of her body. Gripping the tie of her dress, he yanked, sending the fabric falling off her body.

“You’re so beautiful.” He pushed the dress off her shoulders. “No slip? Maybe you’re not as pure as I thought.” His fingertip traced against the lace of her pink pushup bra.

“Told you,” she gasped out.