I pressed my body to hers as I devoured her mouth, sinking my tongue between those delicious lips and making her bend to my will as the darkness in me writhed with lust and the desire to take her here and now.
My grip on her tightened as my cock swelled and a soft whimper spilled from those sinful lips as she felt it, knowing where my thoughts were headed and making no move to resist me.
I forced myself back with a surge of will, swiping a hand down my face and stalking away from her before heading out of the room and into the bathroom.
Brooklyn followed behind me, her steps silent but her presence so potent I wasn’t likely to miss it.
"Why do you always do that, Dead Man?” she asked in a soft whisper which spoke to the echoes of a good man who still lingered on within my chest, raising his head on occasions like this and making guilt stir within me as I realised my actions were hurting her. “You pull away from me and it makes my heart hurt. Don’t you want me like that anymore?”
I whirled around to face her, a frown etching deep into my brow as I shook my head in a fierce denial.
“The problem is, I want you like that too much, chica,” I swore to her. “And that kind of desire only makes me more dangerous. You saw the way Niall had to force me off of you. You experienced the force of my passion when it is unleashed. I couldn’t live in a world without you, mi sol, I couldn’t bear to be the reason you were lost to it.”
Brooklyn gasped, shaking her head violently and rushing towards me so fast that I had no choice but to capture her as she propelled herself into my arms.
“You wouldn’t do that, Dead Man, I know it in my soul.”
“You can’t possibly know that,” I protested, but the look in her vibrant blue eyes was so pure and captivating that I found myself unable to look away from it, from her.
“I do,” she swore vehemently. “You don’t need Hellfire or anyone else to protect me from you. You would never do anything to harm me.”
She pushed up onto her tiptoes and kissed me before I could form any other kind of protest, make any further argument and my lips parted for hers because I was a slave to her wants and only a man. A selfish, starving man who had been in need of her for so long that I hadn’t even realised why I was so empty without her.
Brooklyn’s hands dropped to the buckle of my belt as she started walking me backwards, encouraging me towards the shower while stripping me of my clothes with a new confidence that her experience with the others had clearly given her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I growled against her lips even as my back hit the tiled wall of the walk-in shower and I knew I was passing the point where I would have the strength to stop this.
“Then don’t,” she snapped. “It’s that simple, Dead Man.”
“It’s not, mi sol. The demon in me-”
“You are the demon, Mateo,” Brooklyn growled, jerking my belt open with such force that she made me stumble. “One summoned straight from hell just for me. I don’t need you to be soft, I don’t need you to be kind, I only need you. All of you. So don’t leave me waiting for you any longer. Don’t keep holding back.”
She shoved my trousers down aggressively and my cock bobbed between us, making its desires known all too well as I bit down on my tongue and pressed my hands to the wall, fighting against the urge to grab hold of her and do what she was asking of me.
Brooklyn bit her lip as she looked at my cock, the shyness and uncertainty that she had shown the first time she looked on it now replaced with nothing but hunger and a need for me which I was useless to deny.
She reached out and yanked on the tap, making water crash down over us and stealing my breath with the freezing temperature of it as it began to wash the blood from our skin.
I kicked my shoes and trousers the rest of the way off, leaving myself fully naked before her as the water began to heat and I fought against the warring emotions inside myself, trying to decide if this was madness or if it could truly be as right as it felt.
Brooklyn reached around her back, trying to unbuckle the leather dress she wore but as I saw her struggling, I snapped, giving in to the need in me and trusting her judgement far more than I trusted myself. So I stepped forward and grabbed her.
I spun her around, pushing her face first against the wall and crushing her there with my body, the solid ridge of my cock slipping between her ass cheeks and making me groan as I started unbuckling the thing she was wearing.
Brooklyn pushed her ass back against me and I rocked my hips, unable to resist the urge to feel my cock sliding between her full cheeks and teasing her opening just a little. I wanted to claim her there, wanted to fill her in every way she could be filled and make sure she knew the fit of my body within hers in every way. But right now, I wanted her eyes on me more.
I finished unbuckling the dress, shoving it down and leaving her bare before me, forcing myself to step back as she remained panting against the wall.
“How do you want me, Dead Man?” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water, but her desire clear.
“I want…” I trailed off as I reached for her shoulder, my fingers skimming along it and working my way towards her neck in a slow and gentle touch.
Brooklyn moaned softly, goosebumps erupting over her skin despite the hot water and as I ran my fingers down her spine, she shivered for me.
I stilled as I brushed my fingers over the curve of her full ass, taking in a shuddering breath and stepping forward slowly.
I dropped my mouth to her neck, not biting or scraping my jaw across her flesh, simply kissing her softly and looking down to see the rock-hard point of her nipple as it dragged across the tiles with the deep inhale my touch elicited.
“I want to love you, mi sol,” I murmured against her jaw, taking hold of her chin in gentle fingers and turning her mouth to meet mine, consuming the whimper which escaped her and allowing my lips to move to a slow and heady pace.
“I love you, Mateo,” she murmured as I withdrew and the weight of those words pressed into me in a way I’d never known before.
She pushed back against me and I let her turn, watching as the water spilled over her face, catching in her long eyelashes and washing her clean before me.
I traced my fingers along the side of her face, breathing in her air and losing myself in her steady, bright gaze.
I knew we didn’t have time for this. We needed to be washing ourselves clean and running for our lives, but in that moment, there was nothing more important to me than her. I needed her. And not in any way I’d ever needed a woman before now. I just needed to be hers.
I leaned down to kiss her, groaning softly at the exquisite feeling of her mouth moving with mine as I dropped my hand to her core and slipped it between her thighs.
Brooklyn moaned as she parted her legs for me, the wetness awaiting me there making my heart beat faster as I began to massage my fingers through it.
I kissed her deeper, my muscles tensing as I anticipated the rise of my demon, the desire to be rough and force more and more from her. Yet it didn’t come. I wanted her unlike I’d ever wanted anything in my life and as she moaned beneath the gentle pressure of my fingers, I didn’t feel the slightest need to be rougher.
I found her clit and began to massage it for her, loving how wet she felt for me and using the sounds she made to guide me on. I kept my pace slow, rubbing and teasing her until she was gripping my biceps and begging me to finish her, her hips rocking into the movements of my hand.