Up until he shoved his pants down past his thighs.
Human-ish. She could at least form thatthought at the sight of him bobbing free. Definitely put humans to shame in size and length, or at least the men she’d been with. But as Kizros maneuvered to get his pants off, Aofe pushed to sit up.
“That’s different.”
Kizros set his pants off to the side warily. “Good different? Bad different?”
Aofe blinked. “Well, if I knew what it was, I could probably answer? That bigger bit, on the base.”
He glanced down, not ashamed in the slightest at being entirely naked and observed. “My—oh, the knot.” He met her gaze, hand scratching at the back of his head. “It’s, uh, it swells a little more to ensure… it locks my seed inside… I don’t have to go that far?—”
“Why not? I’m taking a contraceptive,” Aofe said, cocking her head. Just a casual study of it and she could tell it would still fit, albeit tightly. In fact, based on the location, it would feel absolutely incredible. Plus, it may or may not have piqued a fantasy or two of hers. “Unless it’s uncomfortable for you. I’d never pressure?—”
“I’d like to,” Kizros blurted, adjusting his glasses. “With you. It’s very sensitive and, I, uh…”
Apparently he had that fantasy too.
Aofe grinned as he trailed off, reaching up to tilt his face back to hers. “It’s not embarrassing. We try it tonight, we keep talking, and then we get to have some very delicious conversations… apparently while you’re locked inside me.”
Kizros shuddered, then groaned as she grabbed the hemof her dress and pulled it up and over her head. By the time she was free of the fabric, hair staticky, his gaze had dropped exactly where she knew it would, and he’d fallen silent.
The lacy teal set had been stuffed inside the dress prior to delivery—Brioni’s gift, no doubt. Aofe didn’t have that woman’s chest, but she wasn’t lacking either, and the way the ribbon tied definitely did her a service. A single bow between her breasts would unravel the covering, but while it was difficult to keep herself contained in the strapless lace, she had to admit she’d admired it in the mirror.
The demon swallowed, and even his tail had gone slack. “Fuck.”
“You can touch me, Kiz,” she reminded him.
His hand shook as he raised it, then he slowly trailed a clawless fingertip against the side of her breast. It curved around her, heat following that touch like a fire igniting under her skin. The necklace hanging at her chest pulsed and warmed with his attention.
He turned a knuckle to the underside, dragging it up and over her nipple?—
Where he promptly stopped.
Flicked his eyes up to hers with even more heat than his touch and magic combined.
She’d barely pulled her lower lip between her teeth when he took the end of that unraveling ribbon and yanked it loose. The knot fell away with the rest of the fabric, baring her, and Kizros growled.
“You’ve been keeping these a secret theentire time?” he asked, hunger flashing in the depths of his eyes. His finger came back to circle her nipple, just barely brushing over the bar piercing.
Aofe inhaled sharply. “You seemed content at our previous pace. I’d never rush you.”
“No, no. This is absolutely a moment where you should have rushed me,” he groaned, then leaned in to take the other one into his mouth.
She threw her head back, letting out a soft moan as his tongue teased and flicked. Her hands grabbed for anything to keep her stable, which of course was the back of his head and one horn as she held him to her.
Kizros chuckled against her skin, slowly laying her back to the bed while following all her little nudges to what she liked. And then he switched, giving the other his attention while the cool air made her wet nipple ache with a different kind of torture. Somewhere, she mumbled out a yes when he requested to remove the lace from her hips, and then she was feeling his skin against all of her.
“Kiz,” she grunted, unable to push her hips up to find any friction or release. She couldn’t even squirm, not just because of his body over hers, but her inability to find the strength to push off the bed to search for it. “Kiz, more.”
He pulled away, though it looked like he was pained to do so. “Sorry, yes. Later.” He stayed close, hovering over her but giving her more space to wiggle while still keeping his warmth. “Where is best for you? Are you hurting?”
As much as she wished she didn’t have to admit it, shenodded. “I don’t think my hips can go much wider than this tonight. Bending might not be the best either.”
She’d sworn to herself that she’d stop feeling guilty about accommodations, even when her past partners had grumbled or called her lazy. The few who had preferred her to just lay there never got access, and she’d become quite skilled with her hand or dated other women who had known what to do much better than any man could.
Kizros didn’t flinch at her admission, though. He only looked at her thoughtfully, brightened with an idea, and started moving. He knelt over her right leg, then ran a smooth hand over her left hip and thigh.
“Can you raise this one a bit? Twist a fraction to your side to face me for a second?”
