Page 35 of Into the Abyss
My attention was drawn to the bruise on myarm, and I recalled Mara punching me near the lake. My sleevemostly hid the bruise, but the deep purple edges of it pokedout.
“It’s a bruise,” I murmured and stifled ayawn. “Do you not know what a bruise is?”
He lifted his head and frowned at me. “I do,but when did you get it, Freckles?”
“Freckles? What does that mean?” I demanded.Did he just insult me?
He smiled as he brushed his fingers over mynose and cheeks. “These small marks are freckles.”
I tried to understand what he was talkingabout, and then it dawned on me. “You mean the dots on myface!”
He chuckled. “Humans call themfreckles.”
“Oh. I never had them until I came to Earth.At first, I thought something was wrong with me, but then two ofthe other Faulted developed them too.”
“The fae were described as very fair,” hesaid. “I’m not sure if they had freckles or not in Hell, but thesun causes some people to develop them.”
I almost searched for the big, beautiful orbin the sky before recalling we were in a place more like Hell thanEarth. “I didn’t know that.”
“Now you do, and I like your dots.”
I couldn’t stop a blush from creeping intomy cheeks. I didn’t think I’deverblushed before, but hiswords caught me off guard.
“For not knowing much about humans andEarth, you speak English extremely well. The language wasn’t aroundbefore the jinn were sealed away,” he remarked.
“When we came to Earth, we knew we had toadapt or be destroyed,” I explained. “The jinn are highlyintelligent and learn fast. However, there are some words we stilldon’t know, like freckles.”
“Hmm,” he murmured and leaned forward tokiss the tip of my nose before doing the same to each of mycheeks.
My breath caught at the tender gesture asneed coiled within my belly. I craved curling into his arms andshutting out everything else. Instinctively, I knew he could makeme forget this place and all the horror that came with it. Ishouldn’t want to forget, I should get up and return to searching,but my legs wouldn’t move.
“Magnus,” I whispered as his lips brushedacross mine.
Demons didn’t kiss. My parents did, but Inever saw the jinn kissing each other while having sex, and Ihadn’t seen it from any other demons since coming to Earth. Thiswas different, not wrong, but there was something more here,something I couldn’t quite put my finger on….
It felt like fifty jolts of life from themonolith went through me when he took full possession of my mouth.His lips branded mine as liquid heat spread from my belly tobetween my thighs. When his tongue traced my lips, I opened mymouth to his invasion.
His tongue ran across mine in a slow,torturous dance that had me craving more. I melted against himwhile our tongues entwined, our breaths mingled, and the kisshardened. I couldn’t get enough of his fiery taste, and when ourteeth clicked together, I didn’t care. I had to feel this harshwildness from him.
I needed to know he was as out of controlfor me as I was for him. And if the sounds he made and theincreasing demand of his kiss was any indication, he was as eagerto be inside me as I was to feel him between my thighs.
Lowering my legs, I lifted my hands and slidmy fingers over the buttons of his shirt. I undid them and pushedthem aside so I could touch his smooth flesh.
Oh yes!
I almost screamed the words aloud as Idesperately shoved his shirt to get it free. Ihadto feelmore of his bare flesh and finally know what it was like to screamin ecstasy while riding someone until we were both too tired tomove.
Demons saw sex as a simple scratching of anitch between each other, unless it was with their Chosen. Oncedemons scratched this itch, they moved on from each other. And Ihad abigitch that I’d been ready to scratch since I wasold enough to understand what the jinn were doing while theywrithed over each other.
There were plenty of jinn I would have hadno problem having sex with before going to the next one. I’d pickedout who my first would be. I’d informed him he would be my first,and he agreed to it, but I’d also picked out my second and third.I’d watched them all enough to know which ones I wanted to startwith, though I’d planned to use them all.
But would I be able to move on from Magnus,or would he haunt me in ways that no other demon would?
The more I touched him, the less I caredabout the answer as I found myself fascinated by his lean body andthe way it moved against mine. His desire for me inflamed mine forhim until my mind swam with the hunger radiating between us.
I shoved his shirt back from his shouldersand squirmed closer when my hands were finally able to trace thedips and hollows of his etched abs. Lithe in build, every inch ofhim was rock solid beneath my hands. The power racing through hiswhipcord frame vibrated against me.
My fingers fell to the button of his pants,and I undid it as he pulled the front of my dress down until mybreasts spilled free. Magnus broke our kiss as I slid down thezipper on his pants. His shaft brushed over my hand when it sprangfree. Leaning back, his eyes were nearly black when they latchedonto my puckered nipples.
