“Thank you, my friends,” he said and took a sip. Beneath the table, his hand squeezed mine.
Then he ate every bite of his food, his gaze continually shifting to my face.
No one hung around when the meal was over. Lust glittered in Samael’s eyes, but I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed by the fact that everyone knew what we were about to be doing.
Demons could sense lust. They’d known how much I wanted their boss since the moment I met him.
Actually, maybe I could find it in me to be embarrassed after all.
“What are you thinking?”
I filled Samael in and he laughed as he flew me up to the penthouse.
“Demons aren’t quite as prudish as humans,” he told me. “We tend to embrace the baser emotions.”
I batted my eyelashes. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell me about those baser emotions?”
He opened the balcony door and steered me straight toward his sofa, his mouth finding mine as his clever hands divested me of the short cocktail dress I’d worn to dinner. The dress hit the floor, and I would’ve tripped on it, but I was already in his arms.
My back hit the sofa and his heated gaze explored my body while he ripped off his own clothes.
“I didn’t know I could feel such pride and pleasure as I did tonight,” he murmured, kicking his pants away.
His cock hung at my eye level, and I lifted one hand, crooking my finger.
He complied, stepping closer, and I wrapped my hand around him. He jolted like my hand was a live wire and I smirked.
His gaze lingered on my mouth, and then he glanced down. “Now you have me, witchling, what will you– ah…”
I slowly slid my mouth down the length of him, using my hand to help since he was far too large for me to take all at once. Samael wasn’t complaining. He threw his head back, and a few feet away, something fell off a table and hit the floor with a crash. I laughed around his length. His wings had snapped out in an obvious loss of control.
I licked around the head of his cock, enjoying the feel of him, hard and hot. My tongue found the sensitive underside and he groaned.
Then his eyes shot open and I was suddenly pressed against the sofa.
His claws cut through my bra and panties and I gaped at him, but he was already positioning himself at my entrance.
“You drive me wild,” he growled in my ear, and I shivered as he slowly thrust into me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pleasure unfurled in my belly as he moved, and I arched my neck when his lips found my throat.
“I want you to feed from me.”
He froze. “Danica…”
“I’m serious. When is the next time you need to feed?”
“Several weeks from now.”
I glowered at him. That meant he’d fed recently.
He shook his head. “No, I didn’t feed through sex. I have been… sipping from my club whenever possible.”
Great, so the demon was half-starved. But the idea of him feeding from a single person… if I’d had wings, they would have flared in offence.
Samael nuzzled my cheek. “I love that you have finally accepted what I feel for you. What you feel for me. However, this is something you can’t take back. We will wait until I need to feed and then we will have this conversation.”
I frowned. “You don’t want to feed from me?” Hell had frozen over.
