“I should kill you right here, demon,” he hissed. “I should flay you for what you just did.”
My eyes fluttered as he leaned closer, his hand cupping my breast. “Flay me,” I whispered into his ear, letting his restraints slacken. “Cut my skin with iron. Burn my body with that necklace in your pocket.” My teeth caught his earlobe and tugged, and his grip tightened.
“End me.”
“You’re everything I mean to be rid of in this world,” he said as his hand on my hip moved to my thigh. “Everything I’ve devoted my career to hunting down.”
My bottom lip sagged as he drew close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. I opened my mouth to speak, but his fingers thrust between my thighs, the other beneath my chin. My lips curled with an audible hiss, nails digging into the lip of the wood desk at my back.
“And yet…” He pulled back enough to lock our eyes, and a triumphant smile lifted the corners of my mouth at the surrender and absolute desire in his darkened gaze.
“And yet, the thought of not tasting you right now makes me want to end myself.”
He pulled me into him by the neck, his lips slamming into mine. Harshly, like every twist and wrench of our tongues together might kill the other. I bit his lip until the coppery tang of blood wet my taste buds. Damon’s kiss was feral and full of the hatred and loathing I knew he felt for me.
His fingers twisted into my hair as he moved to my throat—biting and licking, his fingers clawing at my flesh. Every dig of his ravenous touch had me growing wetter and wetter for him to be inside me.
He picked me up onto the desk, his hands spreading my knees wide. I leaned back, letting him suck and bite on my nipples, and just when his ravenous acts grew too hungry, I moved up my leg and slammed my high heel into his chest.
Damon winced before straightening and pulling his hands off of me.
“Greedy boy,” I taunted. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you manners?”
A low grunt sounded from within him. “I have manners,” he said.
“Then I expect you know to pray before you feast,” I replied. My head lifted, and I nodded toward the ground. “On your knees.”
Damon’s jaw clenched, angered that I’d starved him a few minutes longer, but he knelt, one knee dropping, followed by the other, and I sat up and pushed my ass to the edge of the desk. His tongue darted out over his lips as he stared at my gleaming pussy, so anxious and ready for him to taste.
He reached for my calf and began to unzip my boot. “Heavenly gods…” the boot slid off my leg as smooth as his voice. Chills ran over my skin with every word he said, every touch he graced me with. “Bless me, for I have sinned,” he said, moving to my other leg. “Forgive me, for the night is dark, the light is gone, and she is the scarlet glow leading me to dawn.” His lips landed on the inside of my knee, prompting my back to arch as he made his way up, my smile shining at the ceiling.
He lifted my thighs over his shoulders, kissing my inner thigh. His breath blew across my clit, making me suck in a sharp breath. “Let my tongue lead her to salvation—” His first lick made me flinch “—let her taste feed my greed—” His tongue stroked my entire pussy before circling my clit again “—for I am just a hungry boy, knelt before a goddess.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, making me moan.
“Bless me to do as she wishes,” he breathed. “Bless this night… Bless this feast…Amen.”
Bless this fucking man.
I nearly fell back onto the table as he laid into me. His fingers dug into my hips, creasing my flesh and bruising my pale skin. Every starved lick and stroke of his tongue had me moaning his name and nearly screaming. I braced my bent knees around his shoulders, pinning him in place, and every time I looked down, my stomach fluttered with the desire in his gaze.
As his tongue darted in and out of my entrance, I tried to deny the orgasm rising in my every muscle. My toes curled as I clawed at the desk, leaving behind indentions in the wood. His short nails delved so deeply into me that he broke my skin. I flinched with the pleasing pain and wiggled against his tease.
I could hardly hold myself together, much less hold off my orgasm. I wanted to. I didn’t want his torture to end. I needed this release, this level of devotion… my body craved what he gave me, and as I reached my end, I knew he craved me too.
Damon slid two fingers inside me, cursed, and sucked my clit into his mouth before whispering, “You’re so tight for me, demon. Are you going to come on my tongue?”
I glanced down between my thighs. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “Do you want to taste my cum?”
He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, muttering a quick, “Yes.”
I ran my hands through his soft hair and leaned down to give him a lingering kiss. He sucked his lips around my tongue, letting me taste myself, and I stroked his cheek when I pulled back.
“Make me come, hunter,” I said.
My back hit the desk again when he pursed his lips around my clit again and plunged his fingers inside me. He worked with unrelenting indulgence, intent on sending me over the edge. And damn, if he did. My body began to convulse. I couldn’t breathe. Every muscle within me writhed to the very end of my rope. I couldn’t hold it in.
I came with a scream, my hips rocking against his mouth as I grabbed the edge of the table. Damon licked me until he was back on his feet, holding my thighs and ass against his chest. And when he was satisfied that I had been depleted, he let me back down onto the desk’s surface.
My chest continued to heave as he released me, but one look at how hard his cock was once again sent me spinning. I grabbed and pulled his lips to mine.
