Page 114 of Beauty At Stake
“I felt that something was wrong. With you. Are you all right?”
“I'm fine.” Star's face shivered. His hands clenched into fists. “Go away.”
“I thought the urges were gone? You seemed so much better.”
“Good.” He grimaced and turned back toward the fireplace. “That's what I wanted you to think.”
“Star.” I crossed the distance between us in a second, almost as if something plucked me up and put me there.
With the touch of my hands on his back, Star hunched forward again. And moaned.
“Star, let me help you.”
“How?” he snarled as he spun to face me. “How are you going to help me through this, Seren?” He waved at his erection.
“It doesn't have to be about sex.” I took his hand.
Suddenly, Star's eyes burst into green flames. He grabbed me by the back of my head to yank me into his arms. With his face inches away from mine, he hesitated a second—just long enough to see that I wasn't struggling. That I wanted the same thing. And then covered my lips with his. The kiss surpassed the others we'd shared, and that was saying a lot. Every kiss from Star was a revelation. The only exception was the kiss he deliberately soured. But this, this was beyond anything I thought was possible with a mere touching of lips and tongues.
All reason vanished. All restraint burned away under the lashing of his hot tongue. I grabbed Star's shoulders as my robe fell away, and then his erection pressed against my belly. Gasping, I jerked out of the kiss. But it was only to look at him—to see all I'd been longing to see.
And it was glorious.
Lean, hard, and perfect—King Astaroth of Hell looked as if the hand of God had carved him. A Demon made to seduce. To tempt even the most loyal of women. Even the purest of souls. But his soul was as pure as mine. I knew it because I held a piece of it inside mine.
“Seren, are you sure?” Star whispered.
In answer, I kissed him. This time, I instigated it. There was no going back now. I couldn't. My body was moving with a will of its own, arching into his solid frame. Pulling Star closer. Glorying in the proof of his lust. But it was more than lust, and that was what made him impossible to resist.
His seduction victorious, the Demon King picked me up and carried me to his cave of a bed, the black silk curtains forming a separation between us and the rest of Hell. In that soft cocoon, he laid me down and covered me with his body. We fit perfectly, with Star lodged between my thighs, our heads at the same level, and his cock nestled against my sex. Formed for each other. Two halves of one whole.
And yet, Star didn't slide into me. He didn't complete the act. Instead, he lifted himself on his forearms and stared into my eyes. “Seren.” His hand stroked my cheek. “I can hardly believe you're lying here. How did this happen?”
“I don't know. Maybe the release of Anu's magic created a vacuum.”
Star lips twitched. “And we got sucked into it?”
I just stared at him. He blinked.
“Perhaps you're right.” He bent his head to nuzzle my neck. His breath was hot on my skin, and I heard him inhale deeply. “Seren,” he moaned and rocked his hips, stroking me in the perfect spot with the long length of his sex.
My hands slid down the muscles of his back, following those corded roads to his waist and then the tight curves of hisass. Lightly, I swept my hands over him, and Star gasped, his head thrown back.
“Star, I can't deny it anymore,” I whispered and lifted my head to kiss his chest. The tight bead of his nipple called to me, and I tongued it, loving the way his whole body jerked in response. “I can't do this anymore. I'm tired.”
Star looked down at me. “I don't want to be one of many, Seren.”
“I know. But it's all I can offer you.”
“Then I'll take it.” He lowered his head until his lips brushed mine and added, “For now.”
As Star crushed our lips together, he sank into me, and the bliss of that union made my head spin. Pleasure shot up my spine and curled through my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard and my sex, already slick, tightened around him, pulling him deeper. As if I'd never let go.
It felt that way—unending. Our love and the physical representation of it. We could move like this forever, our bodies in perfect harmony. Pulsing and pushing. Grasping and growling. Digging and driving deep.
I lifted my hips to meet Star's steady thrusts and pulled out of our kiss so I could look at him. His eyes had dulled to a glow, but the intensity in them hadn't dwindled. They were full of emotions he'd been unable to express. At least not in the way he wanted to.
Star kissed my jaw and brushed our lips together as he continued his gentle rocking. “Say it.”
