He didn’t stop sucking, and she came again as he fed from her body. She rode the waves of pleasure until he stopped, withdrew, and then her body twitched and was finally still.
He licked her once and pressed his thumb against her to clot the wound. He murmured a word in the Godstongue, gently healing the small wound he had left behind. She touched herself, where he had bitten her was already crusted over with dried blood.
Gods.She didn’t know it could be likethat.
A single drop of her blood lingered on his lip before he licked it away. The sight should have horrified her. Instead, it sent another pulse of heat through her.
He laid down next to her, and she realized she was breathing heavily, as though she had just run, even though she had done nothing. Her heart pounded madly, and she had never felt more alive. Her whole body felt liquid, like she had no bones at all and like she could slip into the mattress at any moment.
“I apologize,” Caspian murmured. “I got carried away in the moment.”
She glanced at him, a lazy smile on her face. “It’s alright.”
He gave her a knowing look and lay beside her for a few moments, holding her while she came back down to earth.
After a moment, he extricated himself from her embrace and rose to his feet.
She looked at him in surprise. “But what about you?” she said, rising to her knees before him.
“Another night,” he said firmly.
He was shirtless, his pants tight and straining with what was clearly interest. She rose to her feet, naked before him. A question in her eyes.
“Another night,” he repeated firmly and put his tunic back on.
Caspian left her standing there and gently closed the door.
She sat on the bed, her skin still humming from the aftermath of her pleasure.
Five minutes.
That’s how long she lasted before the ache of incompletion drove her to her feet.
Donning her nightgown and housecoat, she closed the door behind her and did the most reckless thing she had ever done.
She went hunting for a demon.
She found the black doors flanked by suits of armour, the ones Iago had warned her not to enter when she had first arrived. Without knocking, she turned the handle and slipped inside Caspian’s private quarters.
Behind the double doors, there was a small foyer with a pretty vase in the center holding a bouquet of black flowers, and two doors on either side.
She chose the left door on a whim and came to a sitting room. The chairs were massive, as if they were meant to accommodate a giant, not a man. She retreated and tried the other door.
The chamber beyond was midnight blue with tall windows and sweeping curtains offering a view of mountains set under a dusky sky.
Her demon sat on an enormous bed facing away from her, gazing at the windows, his broad shoulders slouched forward, painted blue in the soft evening light.
He looked like a Fallen angel, with his head bowed and the inky sweep of his hair.
He sniffed, turning.
He had smelled her from nearly ten feet away.
Dear gods.
He started at the sight of her.
“Elizabeth,” he said, sounding surprised.
