“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay,” I assured him, rocking my hips to take him deeper. “Move, please.”
And move he did. Malphas set a rhythm that was neither too gentle nor too rough, hitting that perfect spot inside mewith every thrust. His eyes blazed red, fixed on my face as if memorizing every expression of pleasure.
“Sam,” he groaned, his pace increasing. “You feel incredible. So perfect around me.”
His praise sent warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with physical pleasure. I reached up to touch his face, trace the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his horn.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I managed between gasps. “For a demon DIY enthusiast.”
He laughed, the sound trailing into a moan as I clenched around him deliberately. “Brat.”
“You love it,” I retorted, then immediately regretted my choice of words.
Something flickered in his eyes—something deeper than lust—but before I could analyze it, he’d shifted our position, pulling me up so I was straddling him. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, making me cry out.
“Ride me,” he commanded, hands gripping my hips. “Show me how much you want this.”
I braced my hands on his broad chest and began to move, rising and falling on his length. The sensation was overwhelming—being filled so completely, controlling the pace, watching his face contort with pleasure beneath me.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand moving to stroke me back to hardness. “Take what you need.”
I lost myself in the rhythm, in the slick slide of our bodies moving together. Malphas watched me with those glowing eyes, his expression a mix of lust and something deeper, something that scared me if I thought about it too hard.
So I didn’t think. I just felt—his hand on my cock, his thickness inside me, his heat surrounding me.
“I’m close,” he warned, his rhythm faltering. “Sam, I’m going to—”
“Yes,” I gasped, my own second orgasm building rapidly under his skilled touch. “Come for me, Malphas.”
With a roar that shook the room, he did just that, his release hot inside me. The feeling pushed me over the edge, and I came again, spilling over his hand and onto his chest.
For a long moment, we stayed locked together, both breathing heavily. Then, with gentle hands, he lifted me off him and pulled me to his side, one arm wrapped protectively around my waist.
“That was…” I started, but words failed me.
“Mmm,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It was.”
We lay in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually returning to normal. I traced idle patterns on his chest, enjoying the smooth texture of his skin.
“Malphas?” I said eventually.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for building me a bookshelf. That’s… that’s really thoughtful.”
He smiled, his eyes soft in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. “You’re welcome. Though we made a mess of the workshop.”
I laughed. “Worth it. Though I’m pretty sure I have sawdust in places sawdust should never be.”
“We could shower,” he suggested, his hand trailing down my spine.
“Together?” I raised an eyebrow. “Because I seem to recall that leading to the shower door incident.”
His smile turned wicked. “I’ve reinforced the new door. It’s very sturdy.”
“Of course you have,” I said, shaking my head fondly. “Lead the way, handyman.”
