I want to see him, too. All his naked glory, yes, but right now, I want to see his face without craning my neck as far back as it can go. I wiggle backward, out of his grasp, hooking my fingers over the sides of my panties and slowly working them down as he watches with glowing red eyes. The way he looks at me makes any lingering self-doubt disappear faster than paper in a bonfire.
“You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen. Your beautiful fullness. I could look at you for eternity and it would not be long enough.” He takes a step forward, then drops to his knees. “Open for me.”
God, dominance suits him. Andhisdominance suitsmebecause he makes me feel wanted and beautiful in a way I’ve never known. I won’t ever make myself small for a man again, but the idea of Amazra controlling my pleasure—I’m more than willing to submit to that.
Wearing only the dark-red stilettos, I stand before him with my feet shoulder-width apart. The room isn’t cold, yet goosebumps cover my body, and my nipples harden until I feel the tight tug deep inside, all the way to my clit. I’m wound so tight, I can barely keep my balance when his large hands curl around my calves. “Your skin is even hotter now.”
“It is the hellfire you stoke within me.” With a firm touch, he slides his hands upward. Slowly. As if mapping every curve and crease. At the top of my thighs, he curls his fingers, pressing his elongated nails into the soft flesh, making my knees buckle as endorphins from the light sting rush through me.
“Take hold of my horns.”
“Are you tapping into my fantasies somehow?”
“This is my fantasy, Lilah.”
“Then it’s both of ours, because this has definitely been part of mine. Sooo many nights. Okay, literally every night.”
A deep rumble rolls from him when I wrap my fingers around his tall, thick horns. “Tighter. I cannot be damaged. Do not use care with me.” His eyes glow with fire as I increase the pressure of my grip, then slide my fists up and down over the rough, bonelike curves. “Yes. Like that.” Holding my gaze, he slides two long fingers between my legs, along my seam, parting my pussy lips. Then he inhales, the tip of his black tongue darting out before he groans. “The desires your scent reveals to me. So carnal, my Lilah.”
“You make me this way.” I can barely hear my voice over the thump of my pulse in my ears. “Amazra…” I grip his horns harder.“Please.”
His hot fingers roll back and forth over my clit, pushing me higher by the second.
“I cannot restrain myself any longer.”
I stop breathing when he nestles his nose in my pussy and inhales so deeply I swear he’s pulling my soul out through my vagina.
“Once I taste you, Lilah, I may never be able to stop.”
“Then don’t stop. But please,pleasestart.”
A rumble vibrates from him. Then his tongue is on me, hot and slick.
My eyes roll back in my head at the heat of it. So hot, literally, it’s almost too much, but only at first. My body quickly adapts, my hips pushing forward to meet each rhythmic pass of his long, ribbed tongue. I gasp as he pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, then laps at me—no,devoursme—his full face buried between my legs. He’s immortal, but he eats me out as if his life depends on it.
This is what all the hype is about. Now that I know, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Ohhh…” I moan as he pushes that long, thick tongue inside me until the hot ridges find my elusive G-spot as if it’s his personal homing beacon. “Oh, yes, yes…” I pant, every nerve ending going off like fireworks. Holding his horns, I ride his face, milking every second of climax. I shudder as his tongue withdraws, but he’s not done with me.
He pulls back enough for me to see his dark-red face glistening with what he made me do, then his mouth latches on to my clit, his tongue vibrating against it better than any of the toys I’ve recently acquired, even the magically imbued ones.
Stars burst behind my eyelids as another orgasm crashes into me. Sharper this time, concentrated on that one single point of pleasure. Primal sounds roll from my tongue as I rock on his face, grinding and greedy, until I’m breathless and panting, folded over him.
“You stopped,” I say when the ability to speak returns. “That’s humor. I’m not actually complaining.”
“A pause was necessary. Your pulse and breathing had reached their limits.”
“Thank you for keeping me alive, but I have to say, death by spectacular orgasm sounds like the way to go.”
His lips curve upward. “Perhaps sixty or seventy years from now.”
Warmth fills my belly and butterfly wings beat wildly in my chest. I’m silly to think he means to be the one giving me spectacular orgasms sixty or seventy years from now. I’ll be a senior citizen, and he’ll be exactly as he is right now. He won’t want me then. But it’s what I want. He’s who I want.
Eyes still glowing with desire, he lowers my leg until I’m solidly on both feet. “You have fantasized about me,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt and making my mouth water with eachinch of his mahogany skin that’s revealed. “How did you imagine my cock?”
Heat floods my cheeks, remembering the many,manytimes I watched cross-species monster porn on websites only viewable to those of us in magically protected towns. I quickly learned that there’s a lot of variety when it comes to demon anatomy. And I never found a video with a demon who looks exactly like Amazra, though not for lack of in-depth research.
“I, um…” I can’t be expected to form words while he’s pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Clothing looks very good on Amazra, showing off his broad upper body and trim hips. His long, thick legs. But shirtless… I’m drooling. Literally.
