I continued working him up into a frenzy, and when he finally gave a very omega-like whine, I decided he’d been good enough.
Moving back up his body, licking every inch of skin I encountered along the way, I paused once I made it to his lips, floating an inch above them.
Our eyes met. “You can touch me and talk as much as you like.”
He exhaled deeply. “Oh, thank fuck.”
Ronan kissed me. His hands moved down my back, resting on my ass and remaining there, hips rolling and thrusting while his cock moved between us, not penetrating.
My hands, meanwhile, naturally found their way to his horns, and I already loved the way I could grip them for leverage. Demons had a reputation for being fun in bed, and it was easy to see why.
“Mphm,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss. “I have to taste you. Please, just for a bit.”
I smiled against his lips. “Only because you’ve been such a good boy.”
His whole body shuddered as I rose, positioning myself over his face, my hands on the headboard. Avoiding those horns I was growing to love so much, I lowered myself carefully over him, gasping in pleasure.
That’s right, demons also had exceptionally long tongues.
Thank you, Hecara and Ravaric, for pairing us up. A girl could get used to this.
I bit my lip as my hips began to rock back and forth, riding his face as Ronan ate me with wild abandon, sloppy and desperate and perfect.
Perfect.
I felt heat budding in my core as his lips suctioned around my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. Breath shortening, stomach tensing, I threw my head back and screamed his name.
“Ronan!”
His self-satisfied purr, my good boy still very much an alpha, added vibration that really sent me over the edge, hurtling me straight into another one.
“F-fuck, Ronan…” I moaned, pleasure flooding my veins in a way I’d never felt before, relaxing and invigorating all at once.
I rested my head on my hands which gripped the headboard, panting and collecting myself while he waited patiently beneath me, lazily licking my slick from my thighs and avoiding my overstimulated clit.
“You taste so good… like green apples.”
Not jasmine, the lingering scent brought forth from the woman whose life was cut dramatically short, a tragedy that allowed mine to be extended. No, he liked my green apple perfume, the one that came from me when I’d first presented as an omega.
I finally scooted back down to see the grin on his face. “Thank you,” he said with a sigh.
“Thankme?” I laughed.
“Of course,” he replied, his tone indignant. “Do you have any idea what a privilege is it to have the most beautiful woman in Lundaria sit on my face?”
This man’s tongue was talented in more than just cunnilingus, it seemed.
“Mm, is it also a privilege to have the most beautiful woman in Lundaria ride your cock?”
He gave a boyish grin. “Fuck yeah, it is.”
I scratched his bearded cheeks and gave him a kiss before positioning myself, grabbing and guiding him to my entrance.
Our eyes met, saying more than words ever could. Of devotion, affection, safety, comfort, desire…
Love.
Love, love, love.
