The moment that damn door was closed again, she was there, shoving him up against the blasted thing, nearly tearing the shirt right off his body.
Kade couldn't help the grin etching across his face at her eagerness.
Clearly, making her angry was always the trick.
"Christ, what the hell is this thing made of?!" she demanded, her ministrations to shred his shirt remaining unsuccessful. He laughed in the dark as he threw it off and to the floor.
If she didn't love him so damn much, she might've hit him again. As it was, Sakkara was thinking about it. Especially for his caveman remark of "You stay. You stay like this." Like she was a simpleton.
Heaven and Hell help her, it was her misfortune that she did hold such strong feelings for the scoundrel. And so she waited for his return, like some ninny who knew no better.
Not like he wanted, however, as the feral smile painted her lips. He hadn't noticed yet; shame on him. She grabbed hold of his hand, leading him further into the bedroom. Climbing atop the bed and into the moonlight.
Displaying every single patch of bare and ruined flesh.
She watched him as she did it. Smirked at the widening of his eyes whims faltering at the hard swallow he took. The demoness had painstakingly done all she could to keep her scars well hidden from everyone. For the very reason that she wanted to avoid the stares, like his. The ones that zeroed in on the most heinous ones, to the point of making her more uncomfortable.
Only then did she realize her brazen move had exposed more than just her body, that perhaps it was too much too soon.
Her arms moved toward her person, intending to cover back up if only to start over. They were stilled by the vise grips on her forearms, lowered as he climbed up beside her. His startling blue eyes hardened even as they danced with his desire.
"Still the unrelenting succubus, I see," he murmured darkly, hands moving from her arms to wrap around her waist, drawing her to him tightly.
She smiled as his familiar warmth washed over her, sucking the insecurities out of her before she had a chance to feel them completely. It helped his mouth had started on a route at her neck that led downward, over all the raised and puckered lines.
"Only such a creature can stand to match your wretched angelic self, dearest."