Chapter 142 Chapter 142
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. He chuckled as if he’d only been waiting for her to say that.
“Yours is just as pretty,” he teased, guiding her wrist to his mouth to press a soft kiss on it. Her skin tingled where he touched her, and she smiled.
“Come here,” she purred, cupping his cheeks as he moved to hover over her, propping himself up with his hands. Her thumbs circled over his soft skin, briefly lingering on the delicate silver chain stretching over his face. Eyes getting stuck on his sinful lips, she saw them quirk up. This devil knew full well what an effect he had on her. He was oozing confidence, about to lean in for another kiss.
“I love you,” she breathed just seconds before his lips melded with hers. Hearing her whispered words, his smirk widened. He took her hands, interlacing his fingers with hers as he pressed them to the sofa. Wanting to be closer to him, she hooked her legs around his hips.
Maxwell trailed wet kisses down her neck, lingering in a spot where he knew she was particularly sensitive, eliciting soft mewls from her. His hands let go of hers to explore her body, her skin prickling pleasantly wherever he touched her. She took a shuddering breath as he lifted her a bit so he could reach the clasp of her bra. Opening it skillfully, he slipped the straps down her shoulders, getting rid of it.
Ruby eyes were staring at her, drinking her in and devouring her whole. She was so innocent, so easy to corrupt. He couldn’t wait any longer, not when she was gazing at him with this pleading look in her eyes. The last bits of his self-restraint crumbled to dust. Finally, after so long, he would make her his.
That night, he drowned in her.
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When she awoke the following morning, she was comfortably lying in her bed, tucked under her soft cover. Sunlight flooded the room, her eyelids fluttering open. A slight ache in her body drew her attention, and she only needed three more seconds to remember what had happened last night.
“You awake?” a low voice murmured into her ear. Her head lay on Maxwell’s naked chest as he embraced her possessively. It seemed like he’d held her all night while she had slept—no wonder she felt so comfortable.
“Kind of,” she mumbled sleepily.
He chuckled and brushed his hand over her hair. “If you’re that tired, just close your eyes and relax for another while,” he said, his lips quirking up. A sly glimmer appeared in his blue eyes. “Last night must have been exciting for you.” She didn’t miss the suggestive tone in his voice, rolling her eyes at him.
“Yeah, well, not like you know how to stop,” she said. “I swear, you demons can go forever.”
“You didn’t complain, sugar,” he smirked, planting a kiss on the side of her neck. She sighed softly, enjoying the tender touch of his lips. “Even now you’re all over me.” His words were dripping with arrogance and smugness.
“I can’t believe this is the same person who blushed over cotton candy,” she mumbled.
“Huh, what did you just say?”
“Nothing,” she giggled and playfully tugged at his braid. “I think it’s time to get up now. We can’t stay in bed all day, Maxwell.”
“Is that your favorite new nickname now?” he grumbled, not looking too happy about it.
“Yes, or do you prefer Maxwell?”
“No.”
“Maxwell it is, then,” she smiled. He already opened his mouth to throw a fit, but seeing how happy she was, he closed it and swallowed his complaints. If a stupid pet name could make her smile, then he’d put up with it… But only because it was her.
She sat up and stretched her arms, about to leave the bed, when he said something that made her pause. “You still saying no to showering with me?” he smirked, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger.
“No, you’re coming with me this time,” she grinned, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him out of bed.
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A while later, when they’d just finished having breakfast, Valerie was confronted with yet another surprise visitor, but other than Travis, this one didn’t like to use doors.
Turning around, she suddenly stared into a pair of piercing demonic eyes that didn’t belong to Maxwell. Her heart stopped, and fear gripped her. She screamed, summoning her magic out of instinct. A beam of light shot through the air, hitting the intruder, who cursed under his breath.
“Oww. Damn it.” he cursed, and she realized who it was.
“You deserved that,” Maxwell cackled from behind her, joining her and Xander, who looked rather pouty.
“Hey, I just wanted to visit.”
“Come through the door like normal people,” Maxwell deadpanned.
“I’m not normal.”
It was silent for a moment before Valerie giggled. “Point taken.”
“I’m not the only visitor, by the way. The rest is waiting outside the door,” Xander snickered.
“As they should,” Maxwell remarked icily. “You can’t just barge in all the time.”
“Why not? Did you do something I wasn’t supposed to see?” Xander asked, curiously looking at him and Valerie. “Don’t tell me you needed a whole week to pick up where you left off that one time we interrupted you in hell.”
Valerie’s embarrassed laugh was all he needed to hear to know what was up. “I see, so you were busy indeed,” Xander smirked. “Then I hope it was fun.”
She blushed like a tomato and quickly fled the room, intending to open the front door for the others. In a few seconds, she was gone, wanting to curse at the silly demon for his unnecessary comments. She opened the front door and came face-to-face with Shawn, Liam, and Wade. Their smirks told her that Thorne had gossiped a little about certain things… and she was sure that the next few hours would be chaotic as hell with three more demons in her flat.
“Looks like someone got laid,” was the first thing Liam said when he saw her.
She cursed under her breath, flushing. “What is it with you demon perverts?” she screeched.