Demon Fire (The Angel Fire Book 3) by Marie Johnston (best authors to read .txt) 📗

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“You feel better,” he answered honestly.

“You’ll be inside of me for the next one.” Their gazes met and held.

He pumped, pleasure-pain streaked across his face. She clung to him, increasing the pressure. He wouldn’t last long if this was the first time he’d climaxed in so long.

“Millie,” he called and released into his hand and over his belly.

She answered his cry with her own, his orgasm doing more to push her over the edge than her own efforts. “Leo!”

His other hand dug into her thigh as he came, shaking the bed. When their climaxes died down, she didn’t let go. She continued stroking his hard chest, twirling her fingers over his abdomen.

“I’m a mess,” he said.

“I don’t mind.” She rolled to her knees. “I want more.”

“You want . . . me?”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you, Leo.”

“You were so miserable. So sad.” He drew his hand away, but she caught it and held it to her bare leg.

“I thought I’d lost you.”

“You did.”

She poked his chest. “You’re right here. It’s still you and me.” She dropped a kiss on his chest. “Our normal is going to be different. You took the lead. You did everything. I was Director Richter’s mate. Let’s find out who Leo Richter is. Who Millie Richter is.”

“I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

“You feel like you to me.”

His gaze dropped to where his legs were covered by the bedding.

“Still you.” She traced a finger along one pec, then the other. His erection hadn’t gone away, and every time she touched him, it jumped. “I want to be with you, Leo. I want to talk to you. I want to do things with you. I want to leave the house with you. But I can’t do it all for us.”

“I know Bryant’s been bringing prosthetic brochures. The asshole.” There wasn’t real venom in his words. He skimmed his hand up her leg, under her lingerie, and didn’t stop until he cupped a breast. “I think it’s time I do something, maybe talk to someone.”

“Whatever you want.”

“I want to be inside you.”

She carefully threw a leg over his waist and kept her wings from dislodging the bedding over his legs. That part would come later. She was primed for him, but she wouldn’t rush this moment. Life was going to be different for them, but this was him accepting it.

She gripped his searing hot flesh and positioned herself over him. Ever so slowly, she slid down. He filled her, like before. That hadn’t changed. Would never change.

“Oh, Leo.” She splayed her hands on his chest and let both of them adjust to the sensation.

“How’d I get so fucking lucky with you?” His hands were at her hips, but he didn’t prod her to move.

She cherished being connected for several heartbeats before his fingers dug into her skin. She rolled her hips, sliding up and down his length, doing her best to tease him for once. The edge had been taken off, but their need for each other hadn’t been dulled.

His firm grip prompted her to go faster until she rode with no sense of rhythm. He demanded, she gave. His body tensed under her and she tossed her head back. They came together, their cries bouncing off the walls, his hot release filling her.

She draped herself over him. Her lingerie was still on, but it was the next best thing to skin on skin. They were messy and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “I love you, my mate.”

“I love you so damn much, Millie.” His arms closed around her as tight as a vise. “I thought I’d lost this, lost you.”

“As much as I’d like to think that listening to me was enough, what finally did it? What changed your mind that there was more to life than that wall?”

He squeezed her close. “Don’t ever doubt your effect on me.” His hold relaxed, but he kept his arms around her. “Bryant told me about Sierra when he was here the other day.” He fell quiet for several moments. “Losing our wings was supposed to be the worst thing that could happen to us. She was supposed to lose everything. Most fallen succumb to despair. She didn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not that. I’m . . . stunned. Humbled. I have my home. I have you. I have my friends—at least Bryant and Odessa, so basically the same as before. I lost a way to move through my world, but I didn’t lose my world. I can adapt,” he huffed. “And then to be told all that by Bryant, as he’s sitting there with angel-fire scars over half his face. I know what that injury did to him. What he thought he lost until Odessa. You. Them. It finally got through to me, I have a life and it’s my choice to live it.”

“I know a lot of this is going to be personal for you. I can’t pretend to think I know how you’ll have to adjust. But don’t shut me out again.” She turned her head so she could hear the steady thump of his heart. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“I’m done hiding.” He rubbed her back. He was inside of her and still hard. Her mate had never lacked stamina. He nuzzled her ear and his gruff voice sent shivers down her body. “You need to take that slip off.”

Sierra finished hooking up the monitors Dionna had gladly dumped in the bedroom that Alma had used. The project kept Sierra occupied. This was the last of all of her old equipment. In the last two weeks, she’d been slowly getting it set up and testing its capabilities with where she was at now and what she had to do.

Some of it could use an upgrade. The rest would do. Her mind worked over the various ways she could set up surveillance. Her team would carry out her ideas until the baby was born and then . . . They’d figure out the rest later. That