Usually we'd already be sleeping by this point, but no, Slate has other plans for us. Okay, so after the date in the rooftop happened, we had sex. Of course, I wouldn't deny it. That night was the best night I have yet to have. Slate was being gentle, and I could feel his love by the way he held my hands, the way he was careful enough to not hurt me, and the words he whispered right in my ears. But these past few days, he's been, yes, horny and he wants to always have some action with me in bed at night. Of course, I love the sex part, but my bottom hurts, too. I know he's gentle, and he gets rough sometime just the way I like, but hey, I'm not immune to some pain in my butt. The pleasure is there, he makes sure of that, but I'm tired and exhausted, especially this is the only time I have to relax because I just legit cleaned the whole unit, the one we're living in. Now I know I sound like a whiny wife, as what my servant and childhood best friend Leadre said, but I need some resting, too!

"Are you mad at me?" Slate says as he rests his chin on my shoulder, his arms wrapping gently around me, pushing me back so that my back rests against his chest. I love the sweet gesture, and I love how being needy and persistent he is. I know I'm going to cave in sooner or later, but that doesn't mean I can't have my fun while it's lasting. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm going crazy about you."

Still, I give him the silent treatment. My eyes can't meet his, or else, I'd be laughing my ass off once I see his pouty lips and adorable puppy eyes. Slate can make me beg, that's for sure, but he respects what I want, and that's one of the many things I love about him. He can demand me to do anything and I can decline, but he wouldn't be mad. It has been weeks since my spirit was contacted by my mother and I came back to life – the memory is still fresh inside my head; I can still hear the cries of my mother, and the pain agonizing my boyfriend, and the worst part? I couldn't do anything about it. But I heard his prayers. He was wanting me to come back. He was maybe unknowingly praying for me to come back, I heard every word and I felt the emotion in it, and I thought, he must have loved me deeply, greatly. I never thought I would hear him pray, but there it was, all raw and full of emotions, and I heard all of it.

Turning around and cupping his cheeks in my hands, I look at him in the eye and see that his eyes are full of love and desperation – he's desperate for my attention, and I can see the worriedness swimming in the orbs of his beautiful and soul-captivating eyes.

"I wish I could be mad at you," I tell him honestly as I lean down and rest my head against his bare chest, admiring how perfect and hard it is to lie on. "But after all we've been through, and also considering how much I love you, I can't really be mad at you. I really can't." Leaning down, my lips meet his and it's the most satisfying touch ever. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the second he pushes me down, the fire ignites in me again, my stomach coiling as his fingers begin to teasingly trace my skin on my stomach.

I suck in a breath as his eyes, which were once full of worriedness, have become dark and you can clearly see the lust in it, swimming in his beautiful orbs and I silently gulp. I know, I have felt him inside me many times, but whenever this happens between us, I still feel like it's the first time. I can feel the pain, the pleasure, the love, and the emotions he's putting out for me to see. I'm not blaming him, though. I have no complains. It feels great, and it's awesome. But... let's just say he likes to tease me a lot before getting in to real action. It's a painful torture for me, but is it weird to say I love every minute of it?

Slate hovers on top of me, his fingers still caressing my stomach. The color of the sky – dark and cloudy – reflects in his eyes, but it's much more beautiful. The lust and love never fade away, swirling around his orbs like a Yin and Yang. His hips rest on top of mine, and I can feel every inch of his bulging manhood through his sweatpants. Slowly and painfully, he begins to move up and down, creating friction between our members and a dirty moan escapes my lips and the demon on top of me smirks.

"If I didn't know you... I would think you're a succubus but only in male form," I rasp out as continues ragged breaths escape my lips. The devil on top of me just widens his smirks, and his thrust of his hips becomes a bit harsher, creating much felt fraction and I groan out loud, feeling that burning sensation in my lower abdomen. Slate doesn't utter a word but his eyes never leave my face, watching every expression occurs on my face. This time, I can't take it anymore and each second ticks by, I grow frustrated. "Slate... just... deal with it."

The demon on top of me is impressed. Actually, this is the first time I ever begged him to do anything just to ease the pain of not being able to feel what I want to feel and release what I need to release. I'm not really begging; it's more like a command, but that begging and needy tone isn't supposed to be there. The painful sensation is beginning to grow on me, and Slate is not even doing anything; his fingers are just touching my skin in a sensual way, and his thrust just remains constant but I need more. I need more of him. I need more of him and it's not enough and it's making me crazy.

As if sensing my frustration, Slate dips his head down and captures my lips in a needy manner. My lips part immediately, opening up to him and his tongue darts inside my mouth. I can always say that having his tongue inside my mouth is weird, especially if it touches mine, but I love every moment of it. I can still taste the chocolate marshmallow he gobbled earlier right before he took me here in this room to ravish me. I stretch out my arms so I can put it around his neck, to pull him closer, but the bastard has a different plan. His free hand swats my arms away, pinning it on the bed over my head, his weight coming down on me as he ravishes my lips, becoming needy and rougher as each second ticks by.

Slate lets go of my lips after he's done exploring my mouth, and as he does, a whimper escapes my lips. The way he presses himself against mine is truly wonderful, and as our skins touch, it leaves a burning sensation. His lips begin to maneuver its way across my jaw down to my neck where he sucks on my collarbone. He inhales a deep amount of my scent before licking the skin and giving it a bite, leaving love bites across my collarbone. He stops thrusting his hips against mine, and the painful pleasure leaves me. I buck my hips forward, hoping to feel his hard manhood again but to no avail, he just pushes his bum out and I glare at him. Slate lets out a low chuckle before shaking his head. He pushes himself, but still he never leaves on top of me, still straddling me. He lets go of my hands, letting me free, and as I'm about to throw a punch at him, he uses his finger to tear the fabric I'm wearing smoothly. As soon as the shirt is gone, the coldness of the room suddenly hits me, but every time his eyes meet mine, I feel warmer and it pulls the strings in my heart. After that, he lifts himself up a bit only to give himself a room to unbutton my pants and tug it off of me. His fingers soon found the hem of my underwear and I shut my eyes as I feel his nails graze my skin, and my breath hitches.

Slowly, as he continues to stare at me, he pulls my underwear down and I purse my lips, feeling my manhood rise in attention as Slate begins to unclothe himself. I unconsciously bite my bottom lip as he takes off his clothes. Licking his lips in a seductive manner as he removes any type of fabric on him, he dips his head and lets the tip of his tongue move across my navel to my right nipple. He pays attention to the other one with his free hand, rolling and flicking it as his tongue swirls around the other one, giving it enough attention. I let out a load moan and my eyes practically roll at the back of my head as I feel his hot mouth enclosing my nipple.

I say his name raggedly and he looks up at me, his eyes now a glowing red and I purse my lips, feeling my manhood twitch as I think how hot he is with his red eyes staring right at me. No doubt Slate is the sexiest demon I ever encountered.

"I need you right now, Slate..." I whisper right in his ear and he lets out a throaty growl, his fingers digging into my skin as he lets out a shaky breath. "I don't think I can't wait anymore."

"Damn it, Adrian." The way my name rolls off his tongue is just pure heaven.

He raises two fingers only to suck it in and as he does so, he watches me and my lips slightly part, my head getting into a mess as he continues to suck his fingers. After a few seconds, he slides it down my bum and I accidentally bite my lip as I feel his warm, wet fingers teasing my entrance. I lean up and capture his lips and that's enough for him to slip one finger in me and I groan at how uncomfortable it is, to feel someone's finger up your ass, but as he concentrates and as I focus on his lips, I haven't realized that he has already put another finger in until he begins scissoring my insides. His hard manhood is standing proudly and I'd never get enough of saying how big he is – that thing almost wrecked me the first time we did it, but now, the more I look at it, the more it excites me to know that it's only mine to hold and play with.

Sensing my hard stare at his junk, Slate smirks and pulls his fingers out my ass, only to replace it with his hard, veiny manhood and as he puts it inside me, I let out a yelp, throwing my arms around his back. He repositions himself into a more comfortable position, his hand guiding my legs around his waist. He pushes himself in me in a slow manner, making sure that I'm in no great pain. As he's fully inside me, the pain and pleasure mixing, he stills himself and bites my lower lip, earning a moan from me. Then seconds have passed, he begins to thrust in and out. At first, it's slow, like he's testing if I'm already feeling comfortable. I give him a nod, and that's when his pace quickens.

We both become sweaty as the demon continues to pound in and out of me, and the whole time, my breathing is ragged, like I'm always running out of air. I probably am. Slate buries his face in the crook of my neck, nipping at the skin, as he continues to thrust and pound me into oblivion. The pleasure is overwhelming, and it makes me want to scream his name. However, I can't find my voice. Slate continues to hit that spot inside me that sends me in to euphoria. That burning sensation in my lower abdomen is back again, and now, it's painfully unbearable. Slate keeps breathing out my name, like it's the most precious and awesome name he has ever heard in his demon life, like it's the first time he has learned to say my name. We are both lost in the pleasure and we can't even think straight. All I can see is the demon making love with me, pouring his emotions out as he showers my neck and collarbone with kisses.

Slate has suddenly transformed in his demon form, and his thrust becomes rougher, harder, and faster. His breath becomes shallow. He's still saying my name, but this time, with much more need. By this time, I have already found my voice and I'm already screaming his name out loud. The bed creaks, the bedhead pounding against the wall, in sync with Slate's thrust. Beads of sweat trickle down his face, and it drops on my neck as he inhales my scent again, sending him into overdrive.

"Adrian.... Adrian... fucking hell," Slate mutters as he pants, his pace becoming faster and faster. At this point, I have already exploded and bits of my essence sputtered across my stomach. "I'm so close... so fucking close." I let my hand get lost in his hair and the other one claws on his back, making him hiss. I'm holding onto him as if my life depends on it. My toes curl.

One last thrust and he has lost it.

Slate groans as he explodes inside me, coating my walls as he stills himself. He captures my lips in a passionate kiss, his member still spurting that hot liquid inside me. He falls on top of me, breathing out loud and trying to catch his breath. He has transformed back to his human form, and I can see how sweaty his face is as he pulls away from the kiss. He pushes himself out and his hot essence leaks out of my entrance. Seeing my load on my stomach, Slate cleans it with his tongue, swallowing it down and I don't even dare stop him. I find it hot.

"I still can't enough of you." He chuckles as he nuzzles his nose against mine.

"Neither can I." I admit, laughing. "I guess I'm really in love with you, then."

"Ah, the Angel of Love... finally admitting that he really loves me." Slate teases.

Pouting, I say. "Hey, I have always been in love with you. You never knew how much I struggled because of my growing feelings for you. You know it – ouch, that hurts!" Slate pinches my sour bum and I glare at him.

He lets out another chuckle. "Yeah, I know how you struggled. But I struggled, too, you know. How would you expect a demon to fall in love with someone like you? Duh." He rolls his eyes playfully and I lightly slap his cheek, leaning up and kissing him once more.

"I couldn't be happier."

"Me, too."

Okay, there's only one chapter left and I'll make it longer. I can't believe after almost 2 years, this story is going to be finished. I'll be revealing a lot of stuff in the final chapter. This story will not have epilogue, but I guarantee you that you'll see/read a lot of them in the future books of the Extended Universe. You can also check out "The Human Mate" as they will be there soon, so don't you worry and sad, you'll still hear from them.

I just want to say thank you for reading this story. Usually I'd complete a story within 2-5 months, but this one and The Human Mate took almost 2 years to be completed. Thank you for waiting for my updates patiently and willingly. You know how my life has been a rollercoaster - it's the reason why I couldn't update properly and regularly. But still, you still stuck with me throughout and I couldn't be happier and thankful. I wish I could repay you all, but sadly, I can only give this one for you all. I know you've been waiting for this smut scene (I've been getting a lot of messages about that) so here you go.

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Mike.