He guided her to the bed, and his lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulders. She felt the ghost of his breath over her decolletage before the press of his mouth. Each kiss was deliberate, reverent, as if he were memorizing the taste of her skin. He kissed up her throat, his beard scraping against her jaw, sending shivers down her spine.
She knew it was wrong to want him—this creature who hunted innocents—but logic didn’t hold a candle to the fire coursing through her veins. Every rational thought dissolved under the weight of his touch, and she could think of nothing but how much she ached to have his arms around her.
He kissed her shoulder, her neck, down her abdomen, his lips leaving a trail of warmth. He pulled away, wordlessly offering her a last chance to stop it.
“Well?” she demanded.
He chuckled darkly against her flesh and kissed lower, moving the fabric out of the way. He knelt before her, his breath warm against her skin.
She shimmied out of her undergarments and lay naked before him.
He kissed the front of her thigh, her inner thigh, andoh.
He pressed his lips to her most tender flesh, and her body jolted. He stroked her lightly, and his tongue was sin itself. She let out a low sound, lost in bliss.She glanced down—his eyes locked on her face as he teased her, each stroke of his tongue slow and deliberate.
He smiled wickedly, then he buried his face between her legs.
Pleasure rippled through her, and she shifted her hips, chasing the sensation.
He swirled his tongue over her with expertise, her hand coming to rest feebly atop his head.
The demon had sin down to a form of art; she had to give him that.
The visual of his face between her thighs—his exquisitely handsome face, doing the dirtiest things to her imaginable sent her over the edge. She tensed in places, her lower abdomen growing warm and molten.
Suddenly, he withdrew and rose, kneeling between her legs and staring at her.
She narrowed her gaze in suspicion, wondering why he had stopped.
Caspian licked his fingers and rubbed them gently over her body, his touch teasing and feather-light.
“I don’t want this to be over too quickly.” His smile was evil incarnate.
She gave a sharp intake of air.
His thumb grazed over her flesh, once, twice, and he slipped a finger in her. She squirmed and writhed under him. He slipped another finger in. He curled his fingers inside her, making a delectable come-hither motion that made her eyes fly wide.
She whispered his name.
He moved them inside her with brutal precision, curling, teasing, torturing.
She squirmed, and he held her firm.
He frowned above her and changed the angle and started ramming her with his fingers. He stared at her face with an almost frightening intensity, and went faster until she whimpered, her body tensing in places, pleasure climbing.
If he were about to stop again, she would never forgive him.
He bent and kissed her sex.
He stroked her with his tongue as he continued to ram his fingers inside her. She placed a hand atop his head, pressing his face into her, a silent demand for him not to stop. He obliged her and went faster.
He lapped at her with his tongue faster and faster, and rammed her with his fingers, until she tensed, and the earth shattered around her with the sheer force of her orgasm. Her whole body trembled and jerked, and he still didn't stop as she twitched around him. He gripped her hips and pressed his face to her and kept going as she came.
She felt his canines elongate and pierce her flesh.
There was a prick of pain as he bit her, and warmth and pleasure flooded her body from whatever was in his bite. Her eyes flew wide as he sucked on her bud offlesh and did something with his tongue. It felt impossibly good, and the feeling sent her higher.
His bite sent heat raging through her blood. She tensed up all over, pleasure climbing and reaching new heights.
