My flesh prickled, the hairs on my arms rising as we watched one another. “What are you planning?”
He planted his hands either side of my hips, more shadows appearing to take my sweats and panties away. Bare to the chilly room, I shivered. When his eyes dipped to my pussy, especially as the shadows moved my legs, planting my feet on the edge of the table, another wracked my body.
“You look like a feast,” he murmured, straightening. Eyes on me, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbow, each movement slow and precise. The muscles in his forearms flexed, and the tattoos shifted across his tanned flesh. “Mine to devour.”
I drew in a deep breath when he finally broke eye contact and stared down at my pussy. “Would you believe me if I said you would be the only one I have ever tasted?” he asked quietly, head cocked as he assessed me.
“No,” I lied. How could a male go three and a half thousand years without doing…anything?
And yet when his gaze found mine again, I knew his admission was true.
“Elysian demons take mates only once. Did you know that?” He shifted, and the bulge in his pants became more obvious. “We are the only House of demons to never take lovers before or after we find our mates. Our mates are supposed to be the only ones we ever be with. The only ones we ever touch—or taste.” He skimmed his fingers up my calves to rest on my knees. “You, wife, are the only one I have ever wanted.”
The haze of lust completely disappeared, replaced with a deep, unimaginable ache in my chest. An ache that made this even more real.
“Damon…” If it weren’t for my hands being tied above my head, I might have reached for him.
The demon shook his head, lips pulled in a determined smile. “Will you have me, my Queen?”
I released a shaky breath and nodded as best as I could. “Yes. Always, Damon.”
Something shifted in his eyes, an emotion I couldn’t quite read, but he didn’t give me a chance to explore it as he turnedhis attention to my pussy again. The hands on my knees pulled my thighs apart just enough for him to dive into me.
At the first lap of his tongue, I stiffened, a gasp catching in the back of my throat.
When he went again, this time flattening his tongue and running it all the way up my core, a rush of pleasure exploded in my lower belly. I whimpered, trying to keep my voice low as he explored every part of me with his tongue, lapping at my entrance, dipping the tip of his tongue inside me before moving on to circle my clit, flicking it occasionally.
Each swipe had me stumbling closer to my finish. I wouldn’t be able to hold back, especially with how thoroughly he was tasting me. Damon seemed completely oblivious to everything else. My lower belly clenched, the muscles in my back tensing as he continued pushing me closer to my climax.
I cursed under my breath when I finally came. I felt the rush of release, but Damon claimed each drop of it, licking me clean with a deep, guttural groan.
It was only when he pulled back did he heave a breath. “You taste divine, sweet wife. Better than the honey of bees, like nectar of the gods themselves.”
I panted, entire body trembling. And yet, I was alight, desperate for more.
Eyeing the demon, I took in the wetness of his lips and chin. “You did good for someone who’s never touched anybody before.”
“Just because I have not touched another soul,” he started, shirt whisked away by shadows, “does not mean I do not know how to please you.” He kept his eyes on me as the rest of his clothing disappeared.
I couldn’t help myself. He was perfectly in view to make my own assessment of his body, and he was…
Otherworldly.
Damon was a beautiful, terrifying creature. But naked, he was something else entirely. Thick muscle that he normally hid beneath his perfectly tailored suits strained, flexing as more tattoos shifted across his flesh. The dark of the club’schanging room hadn’t done him justice; lightning flashed behind me, highlighting toned pecks and thick abs, down to his hips. More tattoos lined them, going down his thick thighs and calves.
Yet somehow, it was his cock that had every part of me heating.
Ridges lined the underside of his hard length. At least an inch of him, right below the head, bulged in a way that had me breathing harder out of anticipation. Even the rest of his shaft was thick, making his girth more than I was used to. At the base of his cock, just above it, appeared to be a small bump that had me clenching, the walls of my pussy fluttering.
And I was warned Xerxes would be difficult…I had no idea how I was going to handle Damon.
“You’ve never seen a demon cock, then,” he said, palming his length with one hand as he moved to stand in front of me. “Your surprise is obvious, wife.”
I swallowed, meeting his amused stare. “I mean, Ifeltyou, but…” I trailed off, chewing my bottom lip. “How?”
“Evolution.” The shadows shifted me on the desk, so when he let go of his cock, it landed against my incredibly sensitive clit. I drew in a sharp breath, body freezing as he continued, “Demons used to look far, far different than the ones you see today. We used to be monsters.” He rubbed his length against me, allowing me to feel each ridge. “There was a time where we had no human attributes. That included our cocks.”
I bit down hard on my lip as he thrust against me, each stroke slow, deliberate. “And what happened?” I grunted, voice shaky.
