The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(59)

My head fell back against his chest and my breathing deepened. A slow legato. How could it sound so languid when my entire being was coiled tight in a dark smolder?

The traffic quieted. We’d hit a lull at this time of night before the bars emptied out, but in this deserted downtown park with a silent city around us, it was easy to believe we were the only two alive.

I closed my eyes, all the better to lose myself to sensation. The scrape of bark against my cheek, his breath gusting my neck, the rough tip of his finger skimming the thin fabric along my hip. Every nerve ending flared to life under his touch. Sweat pooled between my trembling thighs.

Rohan blew a lock of my hair off my neck, ducking his head to nip at my ear.

I twisted my head around, my breath punched out of me at his eyes sparking darkly with need. I tilted my hips back, pressing into his hard-on to get some form of contact.

He hissed, jerking his body away from me.

I arched back, trying to follow him but he kept me in place with a palm between my shoulder blades. My newly-released hands fell limp at my sides. At least now I could touch him, too.

I reached behind Rohan to curve my hand around his hip as he wormed my skirt up from behind to slide his hand between my legs. He gave a satisfied chuckle at how wet I already was. I didn’t care. Smirk away, just keep stroking. I closed my thighs around his hand, rocking my hips back and forth.

Rohan moaned into my ear and my belly fluttered.

“Tell me what you want.” The rough rasp of his voice scraped over my too-tight skin, kicking my torment up into new stratospheres.

Cuntessa de Spluge swooned. I imagined her screaming like a teenybopper. With my hands still behind me, I roughly caressed his ass. “You. Now.”

“That can be arranged.”

A whisper of wind hit high on my thigh as my bikini briefs floated to the ground in a scrap of lace. Fuck me, he’d cut them off with one of his finger blades. My knees wobbled. Cool air cascaded over my very flushed nether regions.

Rohan knocked his knee between my legs, nudging them wider. Then he crooked a bladeless finger inside me, rotating it as he thrust it in and out.

I rose onto tiptoes, my stilettos not providing enough height on their own to let him hit my sweet spot deep inside. My legs shook and my feet barely touched the ground. Every cell hummed in greedy delight.

“Rohan.” The gasp of his name was almost a plea. I was coming undone in his hands.

“Say my name like that again.” His voice was hard. Not a problem, since his name was the only thing I was capable of saying right now. I complied.

He swore and leaned away from me. I was about to voice a complaint but then a rip of foil cut through the silence.

“What a Boy Scout,” I teased. It came out a bit needier than I’d intended.

“Always prepared,” he agreed.

I wished I was facing him to see him roll the sheath over his cock, to see him touching himself, hard and ready and knowing that at least right now, I was the one who’d inspired that reaction, but Rohan kept me in place.

He pushed into me from behind with a hard thrust that stole the breath from my lungs.

Arching back to rest against the hard planes of his chest, I opened my legs wider.

“Is this what you want?” he growled. “Rough and messy where anyone could see us?”

A bolt of lust ripped through me at the image. I grinned over my shoulder at him.

Rohan pulled out long enough to spin me around to face him. The smirk on his face was at odds with his frosty gaze. He gripped my upper arms, once more slamming inside me. I trailed my finger along the hard plane of his stomach. His abs clenched under my touch, resulting in so many delicious contoured ripples that I did it again.

Every thrust knocked me back into the tree, the pitted bark shredding my poor dress and scratching my skin. “Harder.”

Rohan’s jaw tensed at my command, holding himself in check. He emanated pure, brutal energy, and he was seriously and obviously pissed off.

I caressed his cheek, but he jerked his head to fling my hand off. I shrugged off my unreasonable sting of hurt. I’d set the rules. “No one is forcing you to play with the unclean, Snowflake.”

“No, that’s on me,” he snarled, slowing, teasingly pulling out before thrusting once more inside me. Unleashing himself on me. There was no other way to describe it. He was without an ounce of mercy.

If this was supposed to be some kind of punishment, then I’d happily take double helpings.

Rohan threaded his fingers with mine, using his blades to anchor our two hands to the trunk. An interlacing of dusky brown and pale white skin. He rose up onto his toes, his fucking changing angle and gaining force. The expression on his face was primal.

I clutched at his shirt with my free hand so I didn’t try something stupid like tenderly stroke away his anger. These intense coils rippling inside were a new feeling for me. I hooked a leg around his waist, rocking mindlessly against him. My entire body arched in unfettered pleasure.

My hand snuck down to give some love to Cuntessa but he swatted that away too, replacing it with one very capable finger. Go power plays. I happily let him take charge.

My grip on him tightened. I’d have closed my eyes but there was a dare in the hard line of his jaw and in the glint of his eyes that had me hold his gaze in challenge. This wasn’t slow and it wasn’t gentle. Our fuck was a hard storm. An all-consuming vortex. My hair tangled in sweaty strands; my dress rode higher and higher up my hips. I had to force air into my lungs.