Page 40 of Demon Unleashed

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Shit!

The words were out, before Zoltan’s brain could register them. He hadn’t meant to say them. Love had no place in his mind, and even less in his heart. So why on earth was he suddenly talking about falling in love? Was it just a means to manipulate her further so she would come back to him? It had to be. The evidence was clear: he wanted Enya back in his bed. Hence, any means was fair game. Even declaring he was falling in love with her? Certainly. However, he hadn’t made the conscious decision to use this particular tactic to get her to come back to him. So why had the words rolled off his tongue so easily, so smoothly? And why had they sounded so sincere?

“That’s bullshit! You’re not in love with me!” she said with a raised voice.

Something about her attitude riled him up, made him want to contradict her. Just for the hell of it. “We wouldn’t be the first star-crossed lovers. Romeo and Juliet? West Side Story? Why can’t it be Zoltan and Enya?” And all of a sudden, he was wondering himself: why couldn’t it be Zoltan and Enya? What was so wrong about that?

“Because suddenly we’d only have enemies. My people would cast me out and hunt you down. And yours would do the same.”

He smirked, inexplicably pleased with the direction the conversation was taking. “And again you don’t deny that you care about me. Don’t you think that’s telling?” He dipped his head, bringing his lips to within an inch of hers. “You want me, babe, just as much as I want you. If you don’t, then all you have to do is push me away.”

She could end it all here. Give up, take his offer, walk away. But he didn’t want her to. And why should he? He’d lusted after Enya for far too long, and he was so close to getting what he wanted. So what if he started developing feelings for her? Considering how hot the sex between them was, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that their desire for each other was turning into something else, something more intimate. It didn’t change anything for him. He was still the Great One. Where was it written that the Great One couldn’t fall in love and still rule the Underworld?

He scrutinized Enya’s face. Even though he wasn’t quite sure what she would ultimately decide, of one thing he was certain: she wasn’t anywhere near regretting what she’d done. She’d enjoyed the fight, enjoyed killing the demons—and frankly, so had he—and not just because she thought Zoltan was born a Stealth Guardian and she needed to save him.

That part, he believed now. The evidence was too convincing to deny, even for him. When he looked at the photo of his father as a young man, he’d thought he was looking in a mirror. But even knowing that what Enya said was true didn’t change anything for him. He could never turn back into a Stealth Guardian. He’d always be a demon. And it was that fact—a fact Enya knew better than anybody—that made him believe that Enya had saved him for her own selfish reasons.

She cared about him, and if he could get her back in his bed, he’d make her face just how much. He’d make her realize that although their relationship had started out with deception and a good dose of sex, there could be more to it. After all, he’d fantasized about Enya for years, and while he’d always thought of making her his slave once he’d overthrown the Stealth Guardians, that thought rang hollow now. He didn’t want Enya against her will. He wanted her to want him with the full knowledge of who and what he was. No ifs and buts about it. He realized now that taking her as his slave would have never been enough. He wanted her as his queen.

“Enya,” he murmured. “You have to make a decision. Show me that you’re not indifferent toward me, or push me away.”

“I need time,” Enya said, her breath brushing over his lips.

He recognized her words as a cry for help. “I’ll give you all the time you need, until you’re ready to tell me what you feel. But I need you in my bed now. I can’t wait another second. So I beg you, even if all you feel right now is lust, share it with me.”

She lifted her hands to his face and cupped it. “Will that be enough?”

“No. But I can be a patient man.” He slid one hand down to her ass and drew her to him, so she had to feel his cock. “My body, on the other hand, isn’t quite as patient. When I’m with you, I can’t keep my carnal side in check. When I’m with you, I’m not in control of that part of myself.” In fact, he already had a full-blown erection, and they hadn’t even kissed yet.

“Are you just saying that to get me into bed?” she asked.

He drew his head back a little, and she dropped her hands to his chest. “Oh, Enya. Getting you into bed would be so easy. All I would need to do is tie you to it and ride you for as long as I want to. But that’s not enough. It was my fantasy for a long time… from the moment I first saw you. But everything’s changed. Now I want so much more. I want you to want me, me, Zoltan. I want you to come to me of your own free will. I want you to crave my cock inside you. My mouth on your tits. My hands on your skin. Because that’s what I crave: to be imprisoned inside your tight pussy, and to feel your hands and lips on me. To look into your eyes when you come, when only the two of us count. That’s what I want.”

An unsteady breath rolled over Enya’s lips. “You need to stop talking, or I’ll come without you even touching me.”

“I take that as a yes to sharing my bed.”

Enya didn’t answer. Instead, she slanted her lips over his and kissed him, while she slung her arms around him and pressed herself to him as if she was afraid he would try to escape.

Zoltan welcomed her by delving his tongue into her mouth and dancing with hers. He loved kissing her, teasing soft moans from her, until she was breathless, until her body was soft and yielding. He felt her breasts crushed against his chest, felt her hard nipples poking him through his shirt. He squeezed her ass, loving how her firm flesh felt in his hand. There was nothing tentative about Enya. When she surrendered to her carnal need, she surrendered fully, held nothing back. He loved that about her. She wasn’t playing games with him, wasn’t coy or calculating, but sinful and passionate.

He loved how she shoved his pants down and rubbed herself against his cock, practically rode the hard ridge where pre-cum leaked from its tip and seeped through his boxer briefs. He wasn’t idle either, pulling her top out of her pants and sliding one hand underneath it. Like the times before, she wore nothing beneath it, no bra to hinder his access. Her clothing was as uncomplicated as her attitude to lovemaking.

He captured one breast and kneaded it in his palm, enjoying the way the firm flesh responded to his touch, and the way Enya yelped into his mouth when he tweaked her nipple hard. And although he knew she liked it rough, tonight wouldn’t be about that. Tonight he would show her that he cared about her, that he could be a tender lover, a tender man.

Getting hot, Zoltan let go of Enya for a moment and freed himself of his shirt, then reached for Enya’s top and pulled it over her head.

“My God, you’ve got gorgeous tits,” he said, and pulled her back into his arms. “Everything about you is perfect.”

He captured her lips again while he busied himself with opening Enya’s pants and pulling them down sufficiently to slide one hand into her panties and touch her pussy.

Enya gasped and tilted her head back, her eyes closing. “Oh, God.”

He rubbed along her wet slit, then slid his dew-covered finger upward to her clit. “Look into my eyes and I’ll make you come.” He wanted her to see his demon eyes while he pleasured her, wanted her to recognize that even though he was a demon, he wouldn’t hurt her. “Please.”

Enya opened her eyes and looked straight at him.