We got naked and stepped into the bathroom together, neither of us saying a word to each other. He turned on the shower, and as the water hit our skin, he grabbed the soap and began tracing the curves of my body with it.
His touch was electrifying, and I felt all my muscles relaxing by the second. He washed my hair, massaged my breasts, and sponged my skin with delicate strokes. Under the shower, I turned and faced him, returning the favor.
My hands roamed his ripped body, tracing the ridges of his abs and his broad chest. He pushed his thumbs into my temples, rubbing them in a slow, circular motion. I closed my eyes, feeling my tension dissipating into thin air.
The longer I stayed in here with him, the more my pulse quickened. His touch ignited a fire within me, and when he pressed my back against the wall, a soft moan escaped my lips.
He gazed into my eyes, his left hand resting beside my head. With his right hand, he caressed my body while holding my gaze. Demyon pinched my nipples, one after the other, deliciously. He lifted my hands above my head, trapping them both under his left palm.
I moaned softly when he dipped his right hand between my legs and began fingering my pussy. I bit my lower lip, my body writhing against the wall as I basked in the sweet sensation coursing through me.
He fingered me slowly, as if savoring every second. The deeper he went, the more sensual my moans became. Everything was happening slowly—smooth and effortless. Nothing was rushed, not just because we were both tired, but because that’s how we wanted it tonight.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, staring right into his eyes.
He leaned in, planting a soft, magnetic kiss that had me glued. My lips parted slightly, accepting his tongue as we exchanged warm breaths. With my hands bound above my head, I could only moan in response to the heat spreading through my body.
After we were done in the bathroom, we returned to the room where he gently lowered my body on the bed. Demyon hovered over me, kissing my lips and fondling my breasts. Beneath him, I stroked his length, focusing more on his cap.
His mouth left mine for a moment, allowing me to moan without obstruction when he began sucking my breasts. One at a time. He flicked his tongue over my hard nipples, the coolness of his saliva seeping into my skin.
While squeezing one boob, he sucked on the other, his actions sending waves of pleasure crashing against me. Hekissed the nape of my neck, through to the gap between my breasts. His mouth settled briefly on my belly button before sliding down to my waiting entrance.
I arched my back, letting out a series of soft moans—raw and unadulterated. He patted my vulva with his tongue, the teeth grazing gently against my swollen clit. I tipped my head back, feeling the chills running down my spine.
I’d almost forgotten how good he was with his tongue. Damn. He held my thighs in place while devouring my pussy, his moves slow and effortless. I gripped the sheets, bucking my hips in response to his touch.
He sucked my juice with the calmness of a man taking his time to enjoy himself. My legs trembled in the air as I reached down to caress his hair. He moved his tongue up and down, then side to side, his fingers digging into my thighs.
I let myself drown in a sea of passion, my eyes rolling backward as he ate my pussy clean. His techniques were mind-blowing, and I found myself basking in the euphoria of what came with it.
My toes curled in ecstasy and I arched my back, tugging at the sheets. “Oh, Demyon…” I purred.
As he ate, he listened to my body language, paying attention to my needs. I positioned myself on my elbows, eyes looking down at him. He glanced up at me, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit.
“Yes, like that…” I moaned, biting my lower lip. “Just like that.”
He maintained a steady rhythm and was consistent with his moves. I felt myself unraveling, surrendering completely to him. Gradually, he quickened his pace and just like that, I found myself climaxing.
My moans grew louder, fingers clenching more tightly against the sheets. With each passing second, I drew closer and closer to the edge. Yet he didn’t stop.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I announced, my voice barely above a whisper.
My face was contorted in pleasure, my toes curling more tightly. My body stiffened, and my mouth was open in a silent scream. I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction washing over me as my legs trembled.
My breath hitched in my throat, my moans coming in short gasps. I let out a soft sigh as a thread of liquid slipped through my entrance. My muscles relaxed, my grip loosening around the sheets as I came undone.
He raised his head, a small grin playing on his face as he wiped my juice from his mouth. I stared at him in awe, my expression soft and warm as he hovered over me.
“Don’t ever run away from me again,” he whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I won’t,” I answered, my eyes boring into his.
He lay on his back, and I placed my head on his broad chest, my leg crossed over his thighs. I listened to the sound of his heart beating steadily, a deep sigh of relief escaping my lips.
I closed my eyes and slung my hand over his body, grateful that he’d shown up for me when he had.
Demyon might be a monster, but at least he wasmymonster—one who would do anything to protect me. I meant it when I promised never to leave again because I’d finally accepted my fate.
