“Your spell opened a door,” he said, and bit me, a stinging nip that made me yelp and arch up. “I walked through it voluntarily. Because I wanted to fuck your pretty soft body until you’re drenched in sweat and soaked with my come. And smiling,” he added, and lifted his head, a smile of his own teasing the corners of his lips in a breathtakingly charming way, even though his sharp fangs peeked out at me. Maybe even because of the fangs. “I like your smile.”
If I hadn’t been desperately aroused and flustered and embarrassed and confused, I might not have said, in a bizarrely formal tone, “I like your smile too. Thank you for coming,” and then stopped, biting my lip and horrified.
Silence echoed around us for a long moment.
His mouth fell open a little, and he stared at me. I couldn’t read the look in Xan’s flame-glowing eyes.
Finally he shifted his weight, moving up, carefully lowering himself down between my legs and sliding his hands off of my shoulders so he could prop himself to either side of me.
“I haven’t come yet,” he said. “Thank me after I’ve filled you. I think you’re going to like it.”
Before I could even begin to think of an answer, he ducked his head down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, pricking it with his fangs, lashing it with his tongue, tugging on my flesh like he meant to consume me.
My cock throbbed in rhythm with the pulses of his mouth, and one of his hands trailed down my side and then slid under my ass, fingers teasing into the crease, squeezing and kneading me.
Everything went sparkly gray, confusing, overwhelming. His mouth on me, moving to the other nipple, leaving the first stinging and swollen and begging for more. His hands, everywhere, the strain in my thighs as he shoved them as wide as they could go with his leather-clad knees. Where the fuck had my jeans and boxers gone? He’d pulled them the rest of the way off, and pushed my shirt over my head and tossed that aside too, and then he was growling against the tender skin of my inner thigh, tongue snaking behind my balls and curling in toward the center of me.
Xan’s tongue flickered against my rim as he wrapped one huge hand around my balls, lifting them and squeezing them against my aching cock.
He wasn’t going to…but he was going to, gods, he was really going to—his tongue pressed inside me, flicking my rim as he forced his way past the tight little ring of muscle that hadn’t been touched, opened like this, in so fucking long.
I shuddered and moaned, eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling in shock as Xan’s tongue wriggled deeper, stretching me, thicker than I’d thought a tongue would be. The forked tip fluttered deep inside my body.
So close, I’d come any second, arching up, wailing, truly possessed in a way I never had been, and gods, my whole body hurt with how much I needed—his hand tightened, forcing my orgasm back down, and I collapsed, sobbing in frustration.
The sensation of his tongue sliding out of me probably should’ve been disgusting. I probably should’ve been horrified by having a demon’s tongue burrowing into my body in the first place.
I wasn’t.
As he withdrew his tongue, every inch lit me up from the inside, rubbing over parts of me that hadn’t been stimulated in so damn long. And he left me wet and slick, as prepped as I’d ever been in my life.
When he knelt up over me, eyes blazing and the tip of his tongue disappearing between his lips again, I was ready to beg.
Ready, but not able, because my dry throat wouldn’t let the words come out. I gazed up at him mutely, wide-eyed and flushed and damp with sweat, too desperate to even be self-conscious anymore.
He’d fucked me with his tongue. I really didn’t think a guy would do that if he didn’t like me, right?
Soft in all the right places. On the inside, certainly.
My eyes dropped to the front of his pants. The bulge there had grown from large and noticeable to enormous and intimidating, the leather showing the strain.
He was hard in all the right places.
Xan kept his hand wrapped around my cock and balls, pinning me like a butterfly, thumb gently rubbing circles on the sensitive skin between my balls and my hole. He laid his other hand over the ridge of his own erection, letting out a low groan as he stroked all the way to the top and did something deft to the waistband that I didn’t quite see.
His pants opened, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of more coppery skin and a trail of crimson hair.
And then he slid his hand down, pushing the front of his pants all the way open.
If I’d thought the rest of him was impressive, well. The rest of him had nothing on his cock, which stood up and out as if relieved to be free of his pants. It was darker bronzy-red, flushed and thick and with a rough-looking texture like the bark of an oak tree. The head wasn’t the size of my fist, or anything…probably. I swallowed hard. I mean, definitely not quite that big.
But the whole thing looked like it’d make you feel every fucking inch and then some.
Makemefeel.
That was going up my ass, which hadn’t had any action in so long I might as well have been a virgin again—unless you counted Xan’s tongue.
Gods, I was so far out of my league.
