Emboldened and annoyed by his brazen nonchalance, I shove forward and interrupt his laugh with my mouth, hoping it surprises him. “I could deny you,” I threaten, doing the exact opposite, kissing him outright and nipping his lower lip. Pushing his mouth open under mine, I dab my tongue out and lick his lips, sliding it between them next. His own immediately meets mine, and as I’m hauled against him, his hands clutching me tightly, his tentacles unravel from my body.
Bringing my arms up, I hold onto his shoulders as his tongue slides along my own, running up and down its short length and forcing deeper entrance into my mouth.
I open for him, allowing his lips to press mine apart and his tongue to lick inside. Flexing my throat muscles, I draw saliva into my mouth, and he moans greedily.
I forget the reason why I started this and press my chest into his, needing to have more of his body against me. Years ago, I accepted that I’d never have sex with a man again, but Sepher isn’t a man, is he? He’s an opportunity. If he’s willing to play games with me, what will he do if I start taking from him rather than giving? I summoned him after all. Doesn’t that make him mine to command?
I dig my nails into the flesh of his shoulders, kneading the pads of my fingers into the flexing muscles underneath. He groans so I do it again, harder, testing how much he’ll let me get away with…
His hand slides up my back to cup my nape in a tight squeeze, holding me in place for his tongue’s dominance.
Then he begins to lightly suck.
I jerk back when the strong sensation hits, opening my eyes and meeting his hooded ones. From this distance, I can see that they're framed in jet black skin, which gives the appearance of eyelashes around them. But that’s an illusion, just shadows and the coloring of his skin.
Up close, his eerie green irises are even more mesmerizing.
I gently straighten upward and he releases his hold as I look down at the water between us. I drop my hands into a shallow pocket of it and cup the liquid. He watches me curiously as I bring the water to my face and pour it into and over my mouth and down my chest, moistening my skin and the bodice of my dress. The liquid trickles down my front and, with my hands rubbing it into my chest, soaks through. He hums in agreement as his gaze skates across me.
Birds sing outside the window, and the soft susurrus of the waves on the lake fill my ears, joining with the pleased words he groans when he pulls me back down to him. “You are too naive, too tempting.”
Sepher presses his bow-shaped mouth to me and drinks me up, licking and lapping at my skin, feasting on the water gathered and trickling. His lips drift down my chin and along my jaw, kissing away at me, puckering to possess everything he comes across, his rough tongue sliding downward.
Heady with desire and the feel of his body pulsating under mine, I drop my head to the side to lie against his shoulder. He shifts over and cups my chin and stretches my neck up to keep kissing me. With my skirt now soaked around my legs, I lift my knee to rest my leg above his cock, then reach down and gently place my hand on his chest, running my palm over his abs and stomach, pausing briefly to glide over the indent of where his belly button would be if he were a human.
He tenses and his hand comes up to grip mine, lifting his head to look at me. “Little witch… I would prefer to feast on your flesh with my lips and tongue and discover your secrets where I had ample space and mobility, but I understand our limitations—my limitations—and will take what I can get. You are not so afraid of the consequences now, are you?”
“The consequences pertain to you, not me. And if you are not concerned about your life, then why should I be? Go ahead,” this timeIgoadhim, “do your worst.”
He laughs, and it lights his sharp face up with a dark glee that is far too appealing. “You don’t seem to realize this profound fact, so let me enlighten you. Demons are notoriously hard to kill. In fact, I do not believe one of us has ever died, although I can’t fully say that with certainty. I have no interest in anyone other than myself.”
“That’s been obvious.”
His brow rises. “Let me backtrack. I had no interest in anyone other than myself… until you.” He leans over me, his green eyes heating with emerald embers. “You taste divine,” hemurmurs, before his mouth closes over mine and his tongue plunges back inside.
Caught off guard by the sudden return of his dominance, I grip his arm to anchor myself, realizing I’m quickly losing control over the situation.
His tongue rubs into mine in lulling waves, but with each demanding push and retreat, his hands slide further down my back, to my waist and hips. He grabs hold of me there and rocks me back against his huge bulge. I let him press my backside hard into his cock, curious how far he’s willing to take it. With my blood heated and years of pent-up horniness quickly unfurling, I bite his lower lip with my teeth even harder this time and pull back, taking it with me.
His eyes snap open when he chases after my lips only to find I’ve pulled further away.
Releasing his lip, I go to speak, but a growl tears from his mouth and he pitches me out of the tub, only to rise, twist like a snake, then yank me back in and shove me to the bottom. Water splashes everywhere as I fall, soaking my dress and body completely. I release a cry but the sound barely comes out before he’s leaning over me, his hands planting on either side of my head. “Enough teasing. I want more. I have it now. I am done waiting.”
He reaches down and grabs the wet cloth of my dress and pulls it up my body. My skin prickles as he bunches the loose fabric with his hands and reveals my soaked underwear.
“Sepher,” I say, hitching softly in anticipation.
He gathers the skirt in his hands, and I help him remove the dress from my body. He bunches the material into a ball and wrings it above him as his head drops back and his lips part, proceeding to drain the water into his mouth greedily, licking his lips when he gets to the last drops.
I stare with my mouth agape, watching until his attention cuts back to me, the quick perusal of his eyes heating my cheeks with a blush.
I start to sit upright in the water when he comes back and hovers over me, giving me a warning look. “I’ve caught my prey. Your chance to escape is over. There are only me and my whims ahead of you now.”
Intimidated, but so turned on I’m burning up inside, all I can do is nod.
Chapter 10
A Force of Will
