“Faye,” Raxx moaned, his grip tightening on her until it was almost painful. “You need to stop.”
His tone told her all she needed to know. They had only been intimate twice before, but already Faye was beginning to learn her demon’s body language. With a wicked grin, Faye powered on. She ignored the burning in her thighs as she began to tire, fuelled by the desire to bring the demon to his end beneath her.
“Do you like that?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Is it going to make you come?”
Raxx didn’t reply, just grunted and sucked in a breath. He shuddered and his body tensed.
“Go on,” Faye encouraged, lowering her mouth until it was next to the demon’s ear. “Imagine you’re inside me and I’m riding your—”
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Raxx interrupted her with a growl. He grabbed her behind, snatching the soft flesh and squeezing it, almost halting Faye’s thrusting entirely.
The faerie watched the demon’s face as he spent with such intensity, she could feel him pulsating through the leather between their bodies. Her body responded, majick screaming and pounding in her ears.
As his pleasure began to ebb, Faye watched Raxx’s senses beginning to return to him. His eyes locked on hers, glinting with desire. “I told you to stop,” he said breathlessly.
Before she had a chance to reply, the demon shot up. In a flash, he had Faye over on her back with her legs held open beneath a vice-like grip.
His mouth returned to her sensitive flesh, tonguing her over her underwear. Faye’s head fell back against the bed as Raxx’s saliva soaked through the thin material and she shook violently.
Just as before when he had wetted her, the princess felt delicious tingles creeping all over her body. She would never have thought this kind of stimulation could be enough for her, yet as her hips pushed up against Raxx’s hold on her, she knew she had been wrong. The demon continued to nuzzle her firmly with his mouth and, quicker than she had thought possible, her body began to tense and pulse.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped and gripped a tight handful of bedclothes between each fist.
Raxx hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. With a desperate moan, Faye allowed her pleasure to wash over her. Her body froze beneath the demon’s attentions as her orgasm ripped through her.
When the princess could stand no more, she pushed Raxx away from her roughly, snapping her thighs shut. The demon flopped down beside her, their hectic breaths the only sound in the quiet room.
As Faye gradually regained control of her body, she rolled over on her hip to look at Raxx. He was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his pale skin deliciously flushed.
The demon cleared his throat and glanced down his body. “It’s been a good many years since I last did that. I feel like a teenager again.”
Faye pressed her lips together in an attempt to conceal her mirth as Raxx shot her a playfully annoyed glance.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better,I’mdecidedly sodden now as well,” she laughed.
The demon sighed and without warning he reached out and grasped her, dragging her to his chest. Faye squirmed to get comfortable, checking and re-checking that Raxx’s shirt was still in place before she cautiously laid her head against him. A wave of contentment washed over her as the demon wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her.
“Whatever this is isn’t perfect, but I...” he trailed off.
“Me too.” Faye smiled, understanding the demon’s sentiment completely.
As her eyes slid shut and she listened to Raxx’s heart beating beneath her, Faye found herself wishing that things could stay this way forever. A cold tendril of doubt reminded her the king would eventually return to Banesteppe, and things would likely never be this way again when he did.
Chapter Twenty-One
The demon bar-hand nodded his head as the shadow demon entered the Lady of Fortune and Raxx paused at the door to wipe the snow from his boots before walking into the warm inn.
A few of the locals’ heads lifted from their flagons at the mention of his name. Raxx was reasonably well known amongst the population of Banesteppe for the work he undertook for King Zelrus.
Despite being incorporeal most of the time, whenever hewasvisible, he was hardly inconspicuous. The large wings, hair and eyes black as night, prominent horns and his penchant for appearing from thin air tended to stick in people’s minds and draw a lot of attention.
“Tabitha?” he asked.
The bar hand nodded and jerked a thumb back over his shoulder, gesturing towards the velvet curtain behind that bar that led to the witch’s office.
Raxx strode past, pushing his way through the heavy material, and headed down the short corridor. He rapped his knuckles against the witch’s door.
“Enter,” Tabitha’s voice shouted from within.
