Eventually, she murmured, “I’m starving,” like it was a revelation.
“You should be,” he said on a low chuckle. “And I am too. Should we go and see what those muffins have to say?”
“Yeah, I’ll add eggs and toast to that.”
“Elite,” he whispered again, a hand on his chest. “Elite.”
Her limbs, hell, her blood, were heavy and warm as they made their way to the kitchen, both naked and at ease with it. At the counter, she cracked eggs into a bowl, humming to herself while he poured coffee into two cups.
Hunter came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. She stilled when she felt the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock against her ass.
“Seriously?” she asked, delighted.
“I wasn’t joking,” he said, voice thick with want. “And you’re still soft, wet, and warm from earlier. It’s very hard to resist.”
Then he dropped to his knees,nudged her legs apart, fit himself between them, and took her into his mouth. One long, filthy lick followed by a deep moan. Her legs nearly gave out, but he caught her, bracing her against him and the counter.
She was panting again in under a minute, gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing tethering her to this plane of existence. It probably was.
The sound she made when he suddenly rose was pure, animal protest, only to gasp again when he bent her over the closest stretch of counter and buried his mouth in her again. “I love looking at your tight little hole while my mouth is full of you,” he murmured between licks, between sucks that left her shaking.
He moved again, and she would have complained, but his cock was inside her. No pause, no nothing, just him, ramming intoher, exactly how it was supposed to be. And she shattered. Came so hard it felt like her soul left her body, only to come back when he followed, groaning her name like it broke something open inside him.
Only then did he pull her back upright and turn her around to wrap her in his arms. She was still catching her breath, trying to remember which way was up, but she was surrounded by him. And safe. And holy fuck. “What are you?” she asked, her cheek pressed to his chest where his heart beat hard and fast.
He sighed. “I’m just a demon, standing in front of a girl, asking her if she has some bacon somewhere in the house.”
Daphne frowned. Blinked as she looked at his heartbreakingly beautiful face. “You did not just quoteNotting Hill.”
“Why not? I love that movie. And I love bacon.”
“You’re deflecting, but I’ll let it slide because your dick game is unparalleled.”
“Only the dick? Not the mouth?”
“No, the mouth too.” She smacked a kiss on his chest. “And you have a pretty face.”
He was lost in thought for a moment, then nodded as if he had just figured out the mystery of the universe. “If we’re playing that game, then I’ll go with pussy, tits, and curves. Not necessarily in that order.”
“Curves, I have,” she said, going to the fridge to get some bacon.
“Yes. For me to grab, to fill my hands and mouth with. Words cannot do justice to my appreciation for your body. And you have a beautiful face.”
She chuckled, setting the bacon in the pan. “That was very dramatic. And appreciated.”
Daphne glanced over her shoulder at him, casually setting the table with nothing on him but her eyes. That demon gave her the oddest urges. Not just the dirty, filthy ones. The other kind. Sweeter. Ones she’d never wanted, or never let herself want,before. She sighed. She’d already blown past her usual MO with him. Might as well lean in. In for a penny.... “Hey, do you think you can, like, come back behind me and, I don’t know, hug me? Like you did before?”
She made sure not to look at him, but she heard the deliberate swagger in his steps as he crossed the kitchen. Then his arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into the warmth and strength of him.
As the bacon sizzled and the winter light filtered through, she let herself press into the comfort of that body and just be held. It was okay to feel safe enough to ask for some tenderness. He wouldn’t take advantage of it; he’d already proven multiple times he wasn’t a total douchebag. And if he turned out to be one, she could always deck him and retire from human (and demon) interaction altogether outside of library business.
“I’ll always be here for you,” he murmured against her ear.
Believing that would’ve been fantastic, but there were some fundamental flaws in his oath, mainly,why the hell would he? They were two people, or technically a person and whatever the hell he was, screwing each other’s brains out. She’d had lovers, even people she’d kind of loved. They’d left, and not necessarily for anybody’s fault.
“It’s okay,” he said, tightening his hold. “You don’t have to believe me today. I’ll show you anyway.”
Maybe he meant as a friend. Why would he mean anything else? Friends, she could do. Harper never let her down. The gym crew was solid. She could do friends after this starved-for-him phase was satisfied. And also... She turned, spatula gripped like a weapon. “Did you get in my head?”
