His laugh was dark and sent shivers down my spine. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in a demon with a lawn care obsession.”
“Well,” I said, letting my towel drop to the floor, “I am very, very interested.”
Malphas’s eyes flared brighter as they took in my naked form. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, a trace of humanity returning to his voice. “I’m not exactly… normal.”
“Malphas,” I said, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, “nothing about my life has been normal since a poltergeist used my body as a timeshare. I’m very sure.”
That was all the permission he needed. With a growl that rumbled through his chest, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed with surprising gentleness, then stood back to pull his shirt over his head.
Oh my god.His torso was a marvel—broad chest covered in the same deep red skin, defined muscles shifting under his smooth hide. A dusting of what looked like black hair trailed down his absurdly cut abs, disappearing into his jeans.
“You’re staring,” he noted, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Can you blame me?” I retorted, propping myself up on my elbows. “You look like the hottest personal trainer in hell.”
He laughed, then reached for his belt buckle. “Your turn to stare some more, then.”
As he undid his jeans, I realized I had no idea what to expect. How human was a demon below the waist? I got my answer as he pushed the denim down his powerful thighs.
Very human,I thought, eyes widening,just… more so.
Malphas was impressively endowed, his cock standing proud against his abdomen, the same deep red as the rest of him but with a darker head. The sight made my mouth water.
“See something you like?” he teased, kicking his jeans aside and stalking toward the bed like the predator he was.
“Everything,” I admitted, reaching for him. “Get down here.”
He complied, covering my body with his much larger one, careful to keep some of his weight off me. The feel of his hot skin against mine drew a moan from my lips. His mouth found mine again, hungrier this time, as his hands explored my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful.”
His praise made me arch against him, seeking friction. One of his large hands wrapped around both our cocks, stroking slowly, and I gasped at the sensation.
“Tell me what you want, Sam,” he commanded, his voice a deep rumble that I could feel in my chest.
“You,” I said simply. “All of you.”
He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, horns carefully angled away. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his impressive length. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
Malphas’s eyes blazed, and he kissed me again, harder this time. “Wait here,” he said, then disappeared into the bathroom.He returned moments later with a bottle of lube from my toiletry bag.
“Presumptuous,” I teased.
“Prepared,” he corrected with a wicked grin, rejoining me on the bed. “Turn over.”
I complied eagerly, settling on my stomach. I felt the bed dip as he knelt between my spread legs. His hands caressed my back, my shoulders, down to my ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively.
“So perfect,” he murmured, and I heard the snap of the lube cap.
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me gasp. Despite the size of his hands, his touch was gentle, careful as he worked me open. One finger became two, stretching me with torturous patience.
“Malphas,” I groaned into the pillow, pushing back against his hand. “I won’t break.”
He leaned over me, his chest against my back, his voice in my ear: “No, but I want to make this good for you. I want to make you fall apart.”
By the time he had three fingers inside me, I was a writhing mess, begging incoherently for more. His other hand reached around to stroke my cock, drawing desperate sounds from my throat.
