“Relax for me, Star,” Dante soothed in a rough whisper. “I’ve got you. Trust me, baby.”
I blew out a hard breath and slowly let myself ease where I had naturally clenched. Was it painful? Yeah. Was it new and scary? Yes. But did I trust that this man, this demon, would take care of me and only do things that felt good?
More than anything.
The pressure and burn that came with the insertion of his finger was quickly joined by an eruption of hot desire as his tongue licked a light lap around the entrance of my pussy. His tongue plunged into my hole and twisted and licked at the tight channel, all while his finger coaxed deeper into my ass. The two deeply sensitive areas created a rush of spine-tingling zapsof pleasure, which gathered where Dante’s tongue and finger worked me higher.
The pain where his finger probed me deeper began to morph into a dizzying, breath-stopping sensation. Suddenly, I couldn’t tell where the pain began and the pleasure ended. They had merged into a wonderful ache of bliss, and with throaty moans, I moved my hips to match Dante’s tempo, driving his tongue and finger deeper into each hole. He groaned against me, clearly driven just as insane with lust as I was, and I found myself nearing that freeing crest of euphoria once more.
“Goddamn,” Dante rumbled against my pussy before withdrawing his finger and tongue.
I barely had a chance to mourn the loss of him being inside of me before he was grabbing my arms to yank me around to face him. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and stood. With a quick turn, he tossed me onto the edge of his bed and held my ankles up by his face. He lined his swollen dick up to my pussy and shoved in hard and fast, making stars dance behind my eyes. I was already so close to the edge from his tongue and finger that the hard shove of his massive cock had my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a tidal wave.
Dante’s hips pistoned in and out of me as I moaned and shook through my release. His demonic eyes watched me come undone beneath him, and he bared his teeth as he seemed to grow closer to that same place.
“Do it,” I encouraged breathlessly. “Cum inside me, Dante. Please, cum for me!”
His grip on my ankles tightened, and he hoisted me up higher by my ankles, angling my body to get even deeper. I kept my eyes locked firmly on his, and his seared into mine. A connection as deep as his cock in my pussy swelled to life between us, and we both seemed to hold onto it like a breath under water. Moments later, he erupted, pouring his hot cum into my tightness.
We were both breathless and sweating, hearts pounding dangerously fast. All the while, our eyes stayed fixed on the other. There was something raw and tender in the way he looked at me with those red-slitted eyes, and it made a small smile form on my lips. His gaze broke from mine to settle on my mouth. Reaching down, he picked me up and hooked my legs around his waist while my arms wrapped around his neck.
When he kissed me, it was slow and sweet. There was passion behind it, but it wasn’t a hurried, lust-fueled frenzy. It was a measured caress of tongues, lips, and unspoken words.
He pulled back slowly, only to drop his forehead to mine. “I like you covered in my cum.”
Laughing lightly, I ran my fingers along the back of his neck and onto his scruffy jaw. “I like it, too. But I guess you knew that, huh, Mr. Demon?”
He smirked and pulled back to meet my eyes with his black-and-red ones. “I still can’t believe you don’t mind. Humans don’t typically react the way you did.”
“How would they typically respond?”
Dante grew quiet and pensive. He held my bottom with one hand so that he could snap his fingers with the other. In an instant, all of the sticky, dripping cum and sweat evaporated from our skin like smoke on a passing breeze.
My eyes widened. “That’s so cool.”
His lips twitched with the threat of a smile, though he kept it hidden. He walked around the edge of the bed before gently laying me back against the pillow. He climbed onto the mattress and settled beside me. I rolled onto my side to face him while he pulled the silk sheet over us.
“Let’s just say they don’t think it’s ‘so cool,’” Dante chuckled ruefully.
The sardonic response told me more than his actual words did. There was an old wound there, a secret cut to his soul.
“You’ve been hurt by people’s reactions,” I stated softly.
Dante’s silence as he idly brushed his fingertips along my hip over the sheet was all the confirmation I needed.
“You can talk to me,” I whispered. “If you want to. I’ll listen.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
It was clear this was something he didn’t like talking about. More than anything, I understood how difficult it was to give hard thoughts and feelings words, especially if you’d never opened up about it before. So I veered the conversation to slightly safer waters for him.
I gestured at his black horns and slitted eyes. “Who knew all those times you looked like this on stage or during interviews, you were actually a demon the whole time and not just in a costume. I—” I gasped and shifted my face closer to his pillow. “Are all of the Sinners Do It Better members demons?”
Smirking, the unease from my previous line of conversation became forgotten. “What better way to hide than in plain sight, right?”
“Wow,” I gushed, thinking back on every instance when I’d seen the members of the band in what I’d thought were costumes for fake demonic personas. “That’s socool!”
“So you’ve said,” he chuckled lightly. “But do you really think being from Hell is cool?”
