It felt amazing, and so very different from anything she’d experienced before in the hands of demons. There was no pressure to arouse her, no demand being made of her in any way—just the warm, wet slide of the cloth over her velvet heat as he gently cared for her.
She sighed in contentment, and without really thinking about what she was doing, placed her hands in his mahogany hair.
Kain paused, his large hand coming to rest atop her thigh.
It was an instinctive reaction to stroke her fingers through his glossy strands before grabbing a tighter hold of his head and guiding it to her warm center.
His breath ghosted over her slick folds, sending a delicious shiver through her. Then his tongue flicked out to follow the seam of her pussy from the bottom to the small nub of nerves at its apex.
Selma’s breath exploded out in a hoarse gasp. She hadn’t been aware she’d been holding it back, but when Kain’s mouth opened to suck on her, it left her lungs in soft pants.
He was slow with her, delving his tongue to taste every part of her and only giving her clit a few deep suckles as he explored her soft flesh with the same care he’d shown while cleaning her. Even though her body ached as she clenched and moved for his lips and tongue, his pace was gentle enough that the pain was manageable.
When her gasps turned to needy whimpers, he pushed the cloth aside so he could brush her lips fully open with his thumbs and focus his efforts on her tight clit. Pleasure shot through her, now sharper and much more demanding on her sore body, but it was exactly what she needed.
“Kain!” She called his name as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. A part of her wanted more from him—wanted to be penetrated and claimed all over again—but the demon kneeling between her legs remained excruciatingly careful.
When her muscles finally seized and she cried out in climax, he’d still only stimulated her clit.
Selma slumped over him, resting her shaking arms against his dark hair. Her body was sore from being worked so soon after the rough mating, but endorphins overpowered her discomfort.
“Thank you,” she murmured, letting her fingers slide through his soft hair in a gentle caress.
A kiss from his scorching lips skimmed her inner thigh. “My pleasure, little Breeder.”
Kain’s voice was husky and dark, sending a shiver through her tired body. It prodded at her instincts to awaken and be of service to the male who’d pleased her so, and when she glanced down past his head, she saw the unmistakable sign of his need.
“Let me help you, too.”
She smiled when he frowned up at her, then slid her palms over his strong, wide shoulders. He rose obediently when she tugged at his arms, but when she leaned forward and let her tongue swipe at his cockhead, he jerked back as if she’d burned him.
“What?” Selma knotted her brows in confusion. “Doesn’t that feel good to demons?”
“Of course it does,” he growled. “But I will not take pleasure from you again. I’d rather die than take advantage of you one more time.”
Oh, for Heaven’s sake! “You’re not taking advantage of me! Seriously, can’t you employ those damn voodoo senses you guys run around with to know that I’m not scared of you? That I like?—”
A roar interrupted her mid-sentence, making her jaw clamp shut from surprise.
“I will not take pleasure from you! You are high from hormones and don’t know what you want!”
Kain glared down at her, but seemed to soften at the sight of her startled expression. He sighed deeply and reached out a hand to caress her cheek.
“I will tend to you if you so desire while you’re still in my care, but I will not be penetrating your body, nor will I accept a release from you. Once you regain your senses, you will be thankful. Do not press me on the matter, little one.”
Selma opened her mouth to argue, but his eyebrow quirked in warning made her change her mind. Nothing would be gained from fighting over it right now.
She wasn’t certain what had changed in her to make her actually want to be with him like that, but she did know something deep inside needed to feel the brutal stretch of his claim just one more time before they separated.
Ignoring the twinge in her stomach at the thought of saying goodbye, she closed her eyes and let her exhausted body collapse back onto the bed. She’d need rest before she’d be capable of anything, much less spreading her legs for him again.
And she would feel him move within her before he gave her up—no matter how much of a gentleman he was planning on being about it.
26
Kain
It was a pretty surreal experience sitting in his car next to what felt like the small, soft center of the entire goddamn universe—breathing in her intoxicating scent and knowing she belonged to him.
