Page 24 of Legion
She felt her brow pinch.“I thought you liked terrifying people.”
It lowered its head toward hers, its black gaze all too penetrating.“Not you.”The entity retreated ...and Luka’s eyes bored into hers.“Does that ease your concerns?”he asked.
She dipped her chin.
He fingered one of her curls, and her heart slammed against her ribcage.There was nothing sexual about his touch, but it didn’t matter.Excitement still rushed through her blood.Anticipation still drummed over her skin.And now she was near to vibrating with the most basic of needs.She couldn’t lie, it shook her.
Heshook her.
Her demon was no less affected by him, because it wasn’t just preternatural power he wielded.It was the sheer power that came from being so very and unabashedlymale.The guy, unknowingly or not, brandished it like a weapon.And now her body was an absolute mess—heart pounding, hormones drunk, feminine parts tingling.
“So you’re agreeing to be mine for at least the next few months?”
“Yes.”Her voice broke, and something lit his eyes at the little crack in her composure.Something predatory and indecent.
He edged even closer, sucking up all her oxygen.“Onlymine,” he pushed in a thick whisper, the soft words fanning her face.
She licked her lower lip, and his eyes tracked the movement.“Yes.”
“Even if your anchor objects?”
“Even if.”
“Even if your family objects?”
“Even if.Quite frankly, it’s not their business.”
Satisfaction crawled through Luka, and his entities relaxed.“Good.”
She lifted and dropped her shoulders.“So, what now?”
“Now” —Luka dipped his face to hers again, watching her pupils dilate—“I’m going totakeyou.Use you like the plaything I’ll make you.And then I’ll use you some more.”He knotted a hand in her hair and tugged her head back slightly.“But not here.I want to fuck you in your bed.”
Her tongue swiped out to lick at her bottom lip again.“Okay.”She led him upstairs and into a very feminine bedroom that was all lavender paint and white-gloss wood.
He only distantly registered the details, his attention on her.An attention that dropped to her lips again.“I want at that mouth.”So he took it, sweeping his tongue inside.Her taste—sweet and succulent—sprang into his system, planting a flag in his sensory memories.
Keeping a tight grip on her hair, he devoured her greedily.Her song had been pattering insistently at his skin and willpower since he arrived.Sexual chemistry had just kept brewing between them, rising with every breath they took.And now an all-consuming vicious need slashed at him, drew metaphorical blood, and tore at his composure—painful in its intensity yet bringing his cock to full attention.
Drawing back from the kiss, he dragged his gaze over her from head to toe, a sense of determination beginning to unfurl in his gut.A determination to have, take, dominate.He released her hair and took a step back.“Lose the clothes.”
She swallowed.The tension between them intensified, thickening the atmosphere as the seconds ticked by.
He thought he might have to repeat his order, but then she slowly pulled down the side zipper of her dress.Good girl.
She tugged the straps over her shoulders and allowed the material to swish down her body, leaving her in white lacy underwear that stood out against her tanned—and sparsely inked—skin.
Carnal hunger tightened his belly, fierce and potent.She was seriously fucking beautiful.A sensual masterpiece.
Her movements unhurried, she shed her shoes and underwear.Every inch of her—soft, curvy, perfect—bare for his view, causing pure, molten lust to slam into him.
He strolled toward her, anticipation a drumbeat in his veins.He loosened his tie and pulled it off, keeping his movements slow, letting the tension simmer and stretch.He raked his gaze down her body, mapping it, as he blindly tossed the tie onto a plush chair.“That tattoo looks fresh,” he commented, referring to the pretty and incredibly intricate rose on her thigh, which also featured a small butterfly.
Her gaze fell to his hands as he tackled the buttons of his shirt.“Harper Wallis did it for me earlier today.I’m a fast healer, so it’s only a little tender now.”
In other words, he didn’t need to be careful with her.Noted.“Belial is jealous that someone else marked your skin.”He slipped off his shirt and draped it over the back of the chair.
She stared at his chest, tracing over the tribal ink there.“Mother, may I?”she said to herself with a soft sigh.
