Releasing her hair, he pressed a palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward. She bent over the piles of loose papers and open books on the desk. His heat seared her, his big hands stroking down her spine, the ends of his soft hair tickling her skin.
Arching her back and leaning on one elbow, she pulled her own hair over one shoulder so she could see him behind her. He loomed like a shadow. His eyes were burning.
A jolt of arousal shot through her like a lightning bolt, and she felt her core flooding with heat. Just feeling his eyes on her, knowing she was exposed to him, was making her body go wild.
“Flat on the table,” he said with a growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
She hesitated briefly. There was some inner wall erected in her mind that she’d have to temporarily dismantle to give him this much control. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give him any more power than he already had.
And yet, before she’d even finished the thought, she found herself flat on her chest on the table, her cheek against the rough texture of loose papers.
She saw him crouch in her peripherals. His palms landed on her ass cheeks, and he spread her all the way apart. She was so open, and he was so close that she could feel his breath against her slit. At this point, she was so wet, she swore it was about to start running down her legs.
Told you, bitch. This demon is a fucking genius.
And then he licked her.
An ungodly moan rolled out of her, like no sound she’d ever made before. She was barely aware of herself, her attention fixed on the hot bursts of pleasure between her legs.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he snarled.
He held her open and feasted on her like he was a starving man, his tongue spearing through her sensitized flesh, grinding against her clit injustthe right way, and—
“Oh god—!” she cried, slapping her palms onto the desk beside her head and clenching her fingers hard enough to crumple the paper under them.Where did he learn to do that?She swore her clit was a goddamn vault that no one but her could open. If so, then he was fucking Houdini.
The big hands on her ass squeezed, his claws pricking her naked flesh. “You’ve created a monster, Suyin.”
“You … were already a monster,” she panted, black spots dancing in her vision as pleasure made her head swim. Her climax was so close, she could taste it.
“Look at you. You’re so wet you’d have made a puddle on the floor if I didn’t lick it up.”
She moaned again. “Murmur.”
“What do you want, little witch? Use your words.”
“Make me come! Fucking god, just make me—”
He penetrated her with his tongue, and she broke off with a cry. And then he went back to her clit, circling around it with precision. A few rubs on the top, and she flew over the edge into ecstasy.
She definitely made a whole bunch of uninhibited noises.Her thighs, ass, and legs all clenched with the rhythm of her core, and she pressed back and ground against his face. He flattened his tongue against her clit and let her ride it out.
Just as she crested over the orgasm’s peak, her muscles beginning to relax, he pulled away. She couldn’t have opened her eyes or lifted her head to save her life, and she could only wonder what—
And then she felt him. Thick and hard, pressing against her entrance. She gave thanks for the Cambion-conception ritual she’d read about—an accidental pregnancy was the last thing she needed right now—because she didn’t think she had the presence of mind to stop this.
The head of his cock met resistance against her opening, and for a moment, she didn’t think he would fit. The blunt head pushing against her felt way too big, and she remembered how her jaw ached after having him in her mouth.
But then he pushed harder, and there was a stretch—goddamn, was there a stretch—and the head slipped inside her.
“Fuck—!” Her spine arched.
He bent over her, planting his big hands on the table beside her shoulders.
She looked down at them and time froze for a second.I am being fucked by a demon in Hell, she thought.And I love it. I’m going to come again, and it’s going to blow my mind.
“Murmur,” she cried. All of a sudden, she felt strangely panicked. Probably because he could tear her clean in half if he wanted to. But there was more to it than that.
She was letting go of restraint. She was handing him control. Of her body. Of her mind. Of her choices.
