“You don’t like me better in this form?”
“Hell no.”
“Because I’ll stay in human form for the rest of my life if it makes you happy.”
“Don’t you dare,” she told him, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his pants. “I fell in love with a demon, and I’d like him to look like one when we make love.”
“Make love.” I like this term.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her long enough to reply, so as he bent to kiss her again, he granted her request and shifted back to demon form. And thank fuck, because while he had meant what he said, if she’d asked him to stay in human form forever, he’d have developed a serious complex. He didn’t know how the other demons could stand to be shorter, weaponless, and far less impressive all the time.
But he would’ve done it for Suyin. He would do anything for Suyin.
Luckily, she required no such sacrifice. In fact, she moaned like he was already stroking between her legs as his skin morphed back to pale gray and he gained a foot of height. He didn’t form his horns, knowing he had difficulty fitting them in her tiny house.
Tail wrapping around one of her thighs, he stooped and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she squeezed him like she was clinging on for dear life.
Digging his fingers into her thighs, mindful of his claws, he strode down the hallway. He’d never been more determined to reach a bed in his life, especially as Suyin began rocking her hips against him. Their size difference meant that her core was pressed against his stomach, and he could feel the heat between her legs against his bare skin. It made him crazed.
So crazed, in fact, that he didn’t quite make it to his destination before he lost all sense. He turned, pressing her against the wall and kissing her like his life depended on it.
“Take these off,” he snarled against her lips, hooking a claw in the waistband of her pants, “before I rip them off.”
He let her slide to the ground, and she shoved her pants and underwear down her hips. The scent of her arousal doubled in intensity, and he groaned. He had to taste her, bed be damned.
He picked her up before she’d even finished taking her clothes off and lowered them both to the ground, laying her onher back. Her pants were still at her knees, and he realized she hadn’t yet taken off her big boots. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t wait.
He gripped the bunched fabric and used it to push her legs up. And then he dropped his head and trailed his black tongue through her core, the taste of her desire flooding his senses.
She cried out his name, her spine arching off the floor, and it was the most exquisite sight he’d ever beheld. He licked her again, thrusting his tongue into her opening before sliding it up to her clit and swirling around. Her cries were the sweetest music.
“God, Murmur!” His tongue plunged back inside of her, and there was something so deliciously forbidden about his monochromatic coloring against her warm-toned human flesh. He licked her with increasing intensity until she came apart in his arms, her thighs trembling, her ecstatic sounds filling his head.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned as she came down from her peak. “Fuck, please, Murmur. I need it so bad.”
Well, far be it for me to deny such a request.
He sat back, releasing the grip on her legs and allowing them to fall forward again. He found the zipper on her tall boots and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder.
She watched him with a wicked smile, and he smiled right back at her. He couldn’t believe how perfect she looked, spread out naked on the floor, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged, her cheeks flushed from her climax.
He pulled her pants off and threw them away.
“That’s better,” he purred. “That’s how you should always look in my presence.”
She chuckled and set her perfect little feet on his shoulders, giving him a mouthwatering view of the glistening flesh between her thighs. Her taste was still all over his tongue.
“Come here,” she said, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.
“Shall I take you to your bed?” He leaned over her, planting his palms on either side of her head. She reached down and concentrated on pulling his pants down.
She may have answered him, but he didn’t hear a thing the second she freed his erection and wrapped her hands around it. Curses spilled from his lips, and he dropped his head, kissing her and then dragging his mouth down her neck. His lips peeled off his teeth and he dug his fangs into her neck, but he wasn’t going to bite her without permission. He wasn’t doing anything to her without her permission ever again.
But then she said, “Do it,” and he lifted his head in question, wanting to be certain of her intent.
“Iris told me you guys like to bite.” Her dark eyes were burning. “I want to feel it.”
“It hurts,” he warned.
