Pain flares again as he begins to move, but it fades quickly as my body becomes accustomed to the shape of him, to thefullness of his presence, to the glide of his thickness in and out of my hole. The soreness and the stretch fade into a lush heat that spreads outward, from between my legs all the way through my body.
Beresford changes the placement of his hands against the couch, adjusts the cant of his hips. The new angle sends him deeper, until he’s touching something, surging against an exquisitely sensitive spot deep inside me that’s somehow connected to my clit. I open wider, encouraging those fierce thrusts, clutching him, encouraging him with wild exclamations ofyes, yes, yes.
I can see wings fluttering, the shadows of horns, the flicker of scales reflecting lamplight. I close my eyes tight. I don’t care what I’ve summoned or if it’s watching. I need this orgasm like I need air.
Beresford seems intent on making me come before he does. He’s fucking me with an intensity that’s all-consuming. His scent fills my nostrils, the taste of the honeyed rum he was drinking is on my tongue, his heat and his skin and his muscles surge against me, carrying me away with him, making me—making me—
The climax strikes me with the force of a killing blow, and this time it goes on longer than I expected. I’m caught in its snare, breath stolen, limbs rigid, prey to the searing pleasure. If sex always feels like this, no wonder people like it so much.
“Can I come inside you?” Beresford begs, and I say yes. I feel his cock pulsing, his body quaking. Harsh breaths explode from him between relieved groans.
Then his mouth finds mine—clumsy, grateful, desperate kisses. I kiss him back just as fiercely, still trapped in the blissful aftermath. His beard brushes my chin, his hand clasps my breast. I open my eyes, finding myself enclosed by a curtain of blue hair that tumbles around both our faces, shielding my view of anything else.
He starts to pull out of me, but I hold him inside with the strength of my legs. One more moment of this, before I have to face the consequences of what I’ve done.
I summoned a demon, maybe more than one. There’s no use trying to explain it away. I’ll have to get the creature out of the building somehow, and no matter what excuse I devise, Beresford is bound to hear the real story from the guests at the party. Maybe I’d better just come clean. Whether I tell him or someone else does, this intimacy between us will be over the second he discovers the truth.
I soak in his heat. I memorize how the weight and strength of his body feels on top of mine. I let his breath ghost over my mouth one more time. Then I unclasp my legs and let him go.
It feels like dying when he leaves me, because I won’t ever get to do this again. I can’t allow it, not when a summoning is almost certain to occur.
Choosing this beautiful man for my first and only time was the right move. My heart hollows out as I watch him move lower, kissing my collarbone, my breast. His blue hair drifts like silk over my skin. He presses his mouth to the concave of my stomach, and I inhale sharply, steeling myself. Then I look up at the shadowed ceiling.
Nothing is there.
Frowning, I pull away from Beresford and sit up. I scan the boards and beams overhead. Did the creature I summoned crawl or flutter away? Where did it go? Why didn’t I hear the other guests screaming about monsters or apparitions?
“Is something wrong?” Beresford asks. “Did I hurt you? Was this not—”
“No, gods, no, it was perfect.” I take his face between my hands. “Believe me. It was everything I could have wanted. It’s just…” I survey the ceiling again, then check the corners of the space. “Did you hear or see anything odd?”
“Such as?”
“Some kind of animal?”
He crooks a heavy brow. “Sometimes the sounds made during sex can be rather animalistic.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Could I have imagined it? Maybe I was so anxious that I hallucinated the very thing I feared.
“You want to leave,” he says quietly.
“I don’twantto,” I reply. “But I probably should.”
“Come back next week,” he offers. “Same place, same night. And soon I’ll host another fine dinner to which your mother and sister can accompany you.”
I rise from the couch, but when I bend to pick up my clothes, he makes a feral sound of eagerness and wraps both hands around my hips, pulling me close again. “Your breasts are fucking perfect,” he exclaims, and he nuzzles between them, inhaling deeply. “You smell incredible.”
Helplessly I abandon the clothes and curl my arms around his head as he buries his face in my chest.
“Why me?” The words fall from my lips, so quiet that I barely hear them myself.
“I wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” He kisses my nipple, and a zing of pleasure passes through my clit. He elicits physical responses I didn’t know I could have. I had no idea what my body was capable of until he touched it.
I run my fingers through his hair, marveling at how natural it feels to be with him like this. “The first time you saw me, I was sitting on the floor, in the middle of a mess. You must have a thing for clumsy girls.”
“I have a thing foryou.” He hooks his hand between my legs, his two central fingers entering my cunt, his thumb rubbing over my clit. It’s a casual, possessive hold, and that makes it all the more erotic. His cock seems to be hardening again, like he craves me with a hunger that can’t be sated. “I won’t let you go until you promise to come back to me.”
“I will,” I assure him. “I promise.”
