Chapter 122 Chapter 122
Hesitating, he waited for her to get used to her position, studying her expression closely. “Are you okay, sugar?” he murmured huskily, his eyes clouded with lust, but there was a hint of worry within them. Even after all this time, he hadn’t forgotten about her fear.
“Yes,” she whispered, and that was all the confirmation he needed before he kissed her again, their lips melting together. He kept her hips in between his knees and hovered over her, propping himself up with his elbows so he could hold her hands and link his fingers with hers. Her heart started to beat faster as soon as he deepened the kiss, fuelling the lust that was building within her. He made her head spin with his irresistible touches and his addictive scent that reminded her of cinnamon.
When her body trembled underneath him, he chuckled throatily. His lips softly pecked the corner of her mouth before he moved lower, down her jugular, where she was particularly sensitive. Leaving a wet trail, he placed countless sloppy kisses on her neck, and when she least expected it, he lightly bit her.
“Ah, what are you doing?” she breathed, barely able to form words. Her thoughts were hazy, her mind unable to focus on anything but the desire within her. The air between them was filled with anticipation when he momentarily raised his head to meet her gaze, stunning her with his gorgeous ruby eyes. His lips were red and swollen, and he was breathing heavily. He looked irresistible, and it was all she could think of as she watched him.
“Making sure you’re feeling good,” he said and sent her a sultry smirk that reminded her yet again that she was dealing with a demon here, and they tended to be rather good at seducing people. “Do you not like it?” he asked, cocking his head and pretending he didn’t already know the answer.
She squirmed beneath him, feeling flustered and too shy to admit it. “I… maybe I do,” she mumbled, avoiding his roguish grin that revealed his amusement.
“Should I continue then?” he drawled, seeing her eyes flit to his plush red lips longingly.
“You’ve made me wait long enough,” she finally said when her impatience became unbearable.
A devilish smirk spread over his lips before he went back to doing what he was best at, though this time he attacked the other side of her neck, where he left a rather conspicuous red mark. Valerie wasn’t complaining, though. She’d gotten addicted to his touches and couldn’t get enough of them—especially since they had been separated for too long. Maxwell apparently did all he could to make up for the lost time.
Just the second he moved towards the swell of her breasts, a strange sound reached his ears. He stopped, thinking he had just imagined it, but then he heard it again.
“What was that?” he said and shot up, glaring at the door cautiously. His eyes narrowed. He was sure he had just heard someone talk, and his keen ears usually didn’t fool him. Another strange noise sounded through the house, but this time it was clearly identifiable as Xander’s cackle and Wade’s loudmouthed nagging.
“They’re back,” Valerie said under her breath and rolled her eyes. They could have picked a better time for a visit, but it couldn’t be helped now. She quickly sat up and tried to fix her hair at least a little, knowing that there wasn’t much to save anyway.
Before she could say another word, Maxwell got up and left the bed in a hurry, his hands curling into fists after he ripped open the door and stormed into the hallway.
“Maxwell, wait.” she called after him and hurried to follow him to the living room, where his friends were assembled.
They were having a conversation that was interrupted when he arrived without warning. His burning hot anger manifested around him as his magic flared. They noticed him immediately, but he exploded before anyone could say a word.
“There you are.” he shouted, his earlier anger coming back with full force. “Why did you bring Valerie to hell? Are you insane?”
“Calm down. We’ve kept her safe,” Nicholas Clarke tried to reason with him, but it was a lost cause.
“Shut up. How is that enough?”
“We are more than enough to protect one human,” Liam cut in impatiently, folding his arms. “Besides, she’s capable of using magic herself. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Dramatic? I’m not dramatic.” he shouted back at the red-haired demon, light coating his fists. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for her.”
Valerie arrived at the door and stood behind him, watching him and the others helplessly, unsure how to deal with his anger.
“I think you’re too overprotective of her. Don’t forget that it was she who saved your life,” Xander said cheekily and grinned when Maxwell got even angrier. “You also owe me for bringing your ass here—my help isn’t free, you’re aware of that, right?”
Maxwell just grumbled something under his breath, his red eyes staying on Xander for a moment before they moved back to Liam.
“Don’t change the damn topic. You shouldn’t have brought her here, and that’s a fact.”
Valerie decided it was time to step in and clear some things up before he ripped their heads off when they didn’t deserve his anger at all. She walked up to him and stood in front of him, putting her hands on her hips to stare at him strictly.
“Maxwell. You can’t be serious.” she scolded him. “Don’t treat your friends like that; they’ve helped us both a lot in the past few days. Without them, we would have died, and I expect you to show a little bit of gratitude. Please stop yelling at them.”
“Ah, make sure he knows just how much he owes us,” Brian snickered, prompting her to smile.
“Yeah, the ungrateful idiot never pays us back.” Wade’s whiny voice sounded from behind her.
“Oh really?” she said and glared at Maxwell, inwardly feeling amused when he froze under her stare and his jaw dropped.
“No, that’s not true.”