My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) (10 page)

CHAPTER 9

“Remember me!”

Cole roused to the feel of soft warmth cuddled up to his
back. He smiled, rolling over to find Sera snoring softly. He couldn’t help watching her, if only for a minute. He reached up to untie her hands, one instantly sliding onto his torso. He stifled a moan, savoring the feel. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to touch her, her soft skin bringing his hard-on back with a vengeance. He sighed at his predicament. It looked like he’d be walking funny until she remembered who he was.

Sera stirred. “Mmm... That feels wonderful,” she murmured with a smile. Her eyes still closed, she nuzzled closer, warm lips pressing against Cole’s flesh. Her steady heartbeat caressed his ribs, making him want to purr. He watched as she breathed in deep. “Ah… what a glorious smell,” she sighed. “Nighttime and bonfires and savory goodness.” She grinned, correcting herself. “No. Not goodness. Sinful decadence…”  Cole chuckled as she giggled, rousing further
from her sleep, her lashes beginning to flutter.

Abruptly, she stiffened, her eyes snapping open to lock onto Cole. “Oh!” she squeaked, scrambling out of his arms, shuffling backward so fast she went flailing over the side. She yelped, landing hard in a tangle of sheets. Cole sighed, then peered over the edge. Motionless, she lay on the floor, looking more than a little mortified.  “Good morning,” she winced, giving a little wave.

Her innocent, mussed look was too cute. “Are you okay down there?” he grinned, reaching for her hand. “You really should be more careful.” Playful eyes flashed as he swept her up, tossing her like a ragdoll atop his naked body.

Sera gasped, her surprised expression holding a hint of excitement as she wiggled off his chest. Cole chuckled at her flushing red cheeks, then yanked at the sheet to cover himself. But it was too tangled around her body. He frowned, giving it a second fruitless tug. And then his hands were everywhere, inadvertently groping her while trying to unravel the sheet from her limbs.

Sera yelped, slapping at his hands as he repeatedly came in contact with her ticklish spots. “Ah! Cole! Stop that this instant! I do not know where-” She erupted in full-fledged laughter. “I do not know where those fingers have been! And- ah! No, no!- Do not touch me there, either!”

After a minute of unsuccessful grappling, Cole finally gave the cover another hardy yank. Sera spilled off the bed with a shriek, landing hard with an unholy grunt. Cole cursed, wincing deep.

From the floor, he heard her groan in confused exasperation. “What is wrong with your bed?!” He peered down at her a second time, his pursed lips blatantly twitching. Her brown eyes instantly narrowed, like she’d revel in smacking him silly.

Trying not to laugh, he yanked her back atop
him. “You really must learn to stay in one spot.”

Sera blinked, unsure of what to do. She certainly couldn’t remain sprawled out like she was with Cole’s manhood poking her ribs. What kind of a harlot would that make her? She smacked his chest and quickly sat up, tugging every stitch of the sheet securely into her lap - which left Cole gloriously bare for her eyes to enjoy. A smirk curved her lips as her brow lifted high. “I believe I like this spot just fine.”

Cole shifted, growing noticeably harder, then grinned. Sera stilled, wary of what he was smiling about-

He snapped his fingers and all her clothing disappeared.
She gasped, snatching the covers up over her breasts. Incorrigible male! But Cole only laughed, taking hold of her hands to yank them – along with the sheet- away from her brazenly bare body. Atop his torso he pulled her, groaning when her breasts pressed into his chest. “Sera, you feel so good in my arms.”

She blinked down at him, her hands now clutching his shoulders. She had yet to deliver a reprimand, and already her insides were melting. How did he do that? Her lips parted, ready
ing to dish out a protest, but again he smiled in that mischievous way. Oh no-

Onto her back, he abruptly flipped her and settled between her thighs. She moaned, their gazes locked, as he secured her wrists with
his hand and raised them above her head. Utterly infuriated and completely captivated, she stared up at him from their newest position. How could he fluster her so? One minute she was certain she had the upper hand, and the next he had her naked as a nymph with his hips wedged wonderfully between her thighs. Wait, no! Not wonderfully! Shamelessly! Sinfully! Ugh!

Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. She needed to give him a piece of her mind.

But then his features softened as he swept a stray tendril from her face. Oh no, she whimpered inwardly, do not make that face-

“Don't you remember the first night we spent together?” he murmured, his expression tender. Her ire sputtered out, his warm gaze disarming her. He looked so sad, and yet, in his eyes
she also saw a shimmer of… hope? Her heart skipped a beat. Did he truly still believe he held a chance in-

His hips rolled into her, liquefying her on contact. How
? How did he keep doing that!? Turn her to putty with the simplest of acts? She nibbled on her lip, debating on what she wanted to focus on most; his intriguing words or that amazing hardness nestled snug against her intimate flesh. Neither would be prudent! Flustered, she croaked, “I am sorry, I do not remember.”

His eyes dimmed in clear disappointment. Sera frowned, not liking how that made her feel. When he moved to pull away, she quickly locked her legs around him, blurting out before she could stop herself, “Wait! Perhaps you could… refresh my memory?” A small, timid smile played on her lips. “Will you tell me … about this time you speak of?”

Cole paused, clearly surprised by her request. For a long moment he just watched her. But eventually he settled back down, palming his hands against the sides of her head. Slowly, he closed his eyes.

His hands began emitting a curious vibration. Sera stilled, her heart beating faster. What was he doing? She squirmed beneath him, his look of deep concentration unsettling. Her ha
nds lifted to cover his, readied to yank them away at a moment’s notice. But nothing bad happened.

She took a deep breath, and decided to trust him. Why, she did not know. It just felt like something inside her was pleading to give him a chance. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

“See my thoughts,” Cole whispered,
bringing forth the first images, “the memories of us.” She froze beneath him as images flowed steadily into her mind.

Cole; tumbling with her atop a huge king-size bed. They were wrestling and laughing, teasing and tormenting.

Her tickling, merciless fingers ran up and down his ribs. Cole growled, keeping his arms pinned protectively against his sides. “Sera- come on- stop or you’re going to get it.”

She merely laughed, wiggled taunting fingers at him, clearly undaunted. He smirked and she grinned. And then she lunged. But Cole rolled quickly to the side, affectively dodging her attack. Grabbing her wrists, he flipped Sera onto her back and, in the blink of an eye, had them pinned above her head.

Plastered atop her, he grinned, catching his breath. And as he gazed down at her, Sera couldn’t help feeling as if he was marveling at her
beauty. “Sera,” he whispered as his lips descended to hers…

Sera’s eyes snapped open, her fingers gripping tighter to his hands. Not to remove them, but to steady herself. She had felt their affection down to her bones, their genuine love for each other’s company. And sweet starlight, the way Cole had said her name, with such reverence. The sound had her soul exalting to the heavens.

And then he’d kissed her, so sweet and tender and filled with devotion. She moaned at the memory, her eyes sliding closed for more.

Against his lips she purred, “Cole. You light me on fire. How my body burns for you to touch me in ways I fear are immoral. And yet, I do not care. I love you and need you. Please, sweet prince. Take me now...”

“No,” Sera gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. “How can this be?” She shook her head in protest, but Cole persisted, as if determined to show her more.

“Sera, you know I'm no saint, just some guy who believes the world revolves around you. I think you’ve been reading too many romantic poems.” She giggled and he grinned, rubbing his nose against hers before kissing his way down her jaw to the side of her neck. “You’ll have me reciting all kinds of sappy shit before long, won’t you.”

She gazed up at him as he’d lifted his head. In his decadent, velvet deep voice, he recited a comical limerick in Italian. “La mia ragazza giovane e bella di Boston, Ha detto: La mia insalata è bisogno di un Tossin Tira fuori la lingua, E leccare il mio tappo, Fino ad allora le mie gambe saranno Crossin.”

Her bewildered expression made him laugh out loud, but before she could say a word, his lips were descending on her throat, blowing an overly boisterous raspberry atop her glowing flesh
, a fresh round of squirming giggles igniting…

Sera's brows furrowed, her eyes still tightly closed. Her mind was reeling, even as Cole’s memories made her want to openly smile. It all felt so familiar. And good. But how? None of these things could have possibly taken place. She mewled in restless confusion as the scene continued on.

Playful and happy, they were like young lovers without a care. Cole, busy turning that adorable raspberry into something much less sweet and a lot more savory, was nibbling and biting, sucking and licking, turning her quickly into a panting puddle of moans and gasps…

Sera could feel it deep within; Cole had been her world, her air, unable to breathe had he not remained between her thighs and against her heart. That, had he left at that very moment so many years ago, she would have surely shriveled up and died.

And then Cole was touching her in places she'd never been touched before. Tenderly, but with purpose, making sure she was ready for him in every possible way. He slid open her blouse to reveal her delicate bra. With a growl, his mouth fell upon it, suckling her hard nipple through the thin, lacy material.

His hand slipped inside the front of her jeans, delving deep to find a spot she was unaware she had. Sera arche
d on a startled cry of bliss…

Abruptly she released Cole's hands to grip hard to the sheet at her sides, oblivious of how her body had assumed a position identical to that of Cole’s memory. “Oh…”

Lost in his recollections, Cole had begun reenacting what he'd done to Sera that morning so very long ago. Only she could overwhelm his senses like this. But with innocent intensions, every bit the angel she was. The angel he knew and adored.

So clearly he remembered the thick texture of her jeans as he’d slid them down her legs. And those baby blue, barely-there panties that lay in wait beneath. He’d moved down her body, his mouth lingering over her heady center, his nose rubbing against its dampness. He remembered the feel of the satin, the smell of her sweet, sweet sex.

As he’d made his way back up her body, he’d kissed her along her stomach’s smooth skin. Her naked breasts he’d sampled next, swirling his tongue around each hard point before taking them
into his mouth.

The taste of her brought everything back. He’d licked and sucked every inch of her body that week, leaving his mark, claiming her as his. He wanted to do the same thing again, at this very moment. He growled as her hands tugged on his hair.

Beneath him, the tantalizing sounds of her panting drove Cole wild. His memories and their current reality had quickly merged into one, confusing his mind, no longer sure what was really transpiring. His mind spun deliriously. Was he merely experiencing a powerful figment of his own recollections? Or was this really happening, in the here and now? Whatever the case, he was quickly losing control. He needed to stop before he succumbed completely, or flat-out passed out from mental overstimulation. Screw it. It’d been way too long since his heart raced like this.

“Please Cole, stop,” Sera suddenly gasped. “Something is wrong. My heart is
hammering and I can hardly breathe.”

Cole stilled, slowly lifting his gaze. Sera looked down-right panicked. He frowned. Their stroll through memory lane had clearly just come to an end. With a groan, he dropped his head and rolled onto his back, gritting his teeth as he tried to ignore his body’s burning protest.

“You’re fine, Sera,” he murmured, catching his breath. “That’s just your body saying it wants to jump my bones and ride me like a bucking bronco.” He grinned, but the image of her straddling him had his body throbbing harder, a bitter reminder that his raging hard-on wouldn’t be going away anytime soon.

Sera sat up in confusion, the sheets clutched tight to her chest. “Why would I want to jump on your bones? That sounds morbidly unpleasant. And what does it mean to ride one like a bucking bronco?” A smile lit up her face. “Is it like a piggy-back ride?” Cole’s chuckle seemed only to encourage her. Rising to her knees, she bounced happily. “Oh, yes! Let us delight as bucking broncos! Turn around. I shall climb upon your back and you shall gallop around your home!” She clapped with a squeal, inadvertently letting go of the sheets, her torso instantly bared to Cole’s eyes. With a yelp, she yanked t
hem back, wrapping them around her as she flashed a sheepish smile. “Shall we begin?”