In one swift movement, he tugged down my underwear and worked them past my thighs, knees and ankles, and tossed them aside. His hungry gaze returned to me. Specifically, a certain part of me.
Now, it certainly wasn’t my first time being in my birthday suit in front of someone. Just earlier that night, Callum had fucked me into the mattress so hard I feared the headboard might crash through the wall.
However, it was my first time with Onyx. And it meant something to me. More than the desire to get off or add another notch to my bedpost.Hemeant something, regardless of my earlier statement that this was just for one night.
“You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not,” I lied. The proof was in the pudding, as they said. Or in this case, in the heat in my face. It prickled in the tips of my ears and spread to my scalp.
Slowly, Onyx pushed open my legs and lowered his head to nip at my inner thigh. The bite of his teeth, the tickle of his hair, and the warmth of his breath on my skin—all of it consumed me. The electric current moving beneath my skin upped the voltage a degree, zapping through my veins with more charge.
And then, he took me between his lips.
“Fuck,” I said, nearly shooting off the bed at the sudden explosion of wet heat. He took no mercy on me either, swirling his tongue around my crown before flicking it across my slit. He licked down the underside of my shaft before slipping my tip back into his mouth and taking me to the back of his throat.
There was something almost sinful about the sight of him between my legs. Onyx was the freaking demon lord. The ruler of the Shadow Realm who knelt before no one. Yet, there he was worshipping my cock in ways that made my toes curl.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his lust-heavy voice causing vibrations against my shaft. “But how will you feel?”
“Don’t know,” I rasped, breaths unsteady. “Maybe you should take off your pants and find out.”
His mouth slanted into a sly grin. “Not one for patience, are you?”
“Have you met me?”
More of his composure slipped, giving way to another chuckle. Each time I made him laugh felt like a triumph. Why did heroes in books insist on slaying the demon lord? Getting him in bed and seeing all his different sides was way more rewarding.
Loving him would be even greater.
If only he’d give me the chance.
Onyx leaned across the bed and grabbed something off the nightstand. It was a thin glass bottle filled with a honey-coloredliquid. “Oil,” he said at my questioning look. “Unless you’d rather me fuck you dry.”
“Nope,” I quickly said. “The oil is perfect. A man’s best friend.”
He rewarded me with a smile so soft it damn near stopped my heart.
It was probably the most emotion I’d seen from him since the day I arrived in his realm. The playfulness, laughs, scorching hot kisses, and even the wistful glances. All of them had broken through his mask that night.
“You have too many clothes on,” I said, flicking my fingers at him. “All of that needs to come off.”
With his eyes on mine, he removed his shirt, exposing porcelain skin that was as smooth as it looked. Though on the leaner side, he had a broad chest and rippling muscles on his abdomen. And in the center of his chest?
“This mark.” I touched the edge of the red, tattoo-like design and traced a section that looked like flames. The tattoo covered the expanse from the bottom of his rib cage and up to the dip of his collarbone. His gaze lingered on my face the entire time, his expression unreadable once again. “What is it? A sign of your power?”
He caught my hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing my fingertip. “A mark of my shame.”
“Your shame?” I asked, confused. “What did you do?”
“A story for another day.” Onyx took my hand and placed it on the front of his trousers. “Kissing and fucking is what we agreed on for tonight.”
“Said like a true villain,” I muttered.
His answering grin was lopsided. He had called me dangerous, but he was devastating. Regal and beautiful but with a raw masculinity that elicited hot prickles in my bloodstream each time our eyes met.
As Onyx settled between my legs, I pulled at the strings holding his trousers together. He kissed me as I released his cock and worked it with my palm. Curiosity got the better of me, and I tried to subtly glance down at it.
I mean, he was a demon after all.
