“It doesn’t hurt,” I said, hoping to reassure him.
“Can… can I see them?”
I nodded and moved away from him. I sat with my back facing him as my body tightened uncomfortably. I heard the sharp inhale, and maybe showing him was a bad idea. I tried to turn back, but then I felt his lips on my scars. I was locked in shock. He brushed kisses from the top to the bottom of my scars and back. He pecked me tenderly when he reached my neck, and his arms encircled me from behind.
Turning to face Di, I saw his eyes glisten with tears. Something caught in my throat. "I've seen you shirtless, these scars weren't there before."
I didn’t want him to think the worst, but I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not yet. The truth was that I've been using more and more of my demon strength and the scars were surfacing.
"I- I can't explain right now," I said, begging him with my eyes not to ask questions. He nodded and I locked our lips and laid him on his back.
Our kisses became frantic, and our breathing labored. I could feel both of us were already on the edge.
“I need you, every part of you,” I murmured against his lips.
“Then take me. I’m yours. Always have been.”
I tore out of my jeans and underwear frantically while Diablos wiggled out of his last piece of clothing, the last barrier between us finally gone. His hard cock sprung from his boxers and hit his stomach. It was long and slim. There was precum leaking from the tip, and I lowered my head, tasting it with the tip of my tongue. I hummed around the head, and Di's hips bucked off the bed. The sound that ripped from his throat was raw enough to make my own cock pulse against the sheet. He groaned, and the sound was a balm to my soul.
“You’re gorgeous. And you’re all mine.”
I took his cock in my mouth again. The taste of him overwhelmed me. The weight of him on my tongue. The salt of him at the back of my throat. The way his thighs trembled undermy hands when I took him deeper. Mine. The word kept beating in my chest like a second pulse.
Mine.
“Dagon,” he moaned, again and again, fisting my hair in a painful grip. Fuck, he was everything. It was even better than my imagination.
“Come. Here.” His voice made my cock leak.
I took his mouth with mine and aligned our bodies. The second I felt his dick against mine, I growled. Wrapping one hand around his neck, the other on his ass, I ground against him.
“Di. Fuck!” I tried to slow down, but I couldn’t. I was like a man possessed. His body was the air I needed.
“Don’t stop, Dagon.”
There was a gleam in his eyes mixed with fire. His head fell back as he started thrusting against my cock, and I sucked his neck.
I wrapped my hand around our cocks, and Di sucked in a sharp gasp followed by a long, broken moan. Fuck. The slick of him against me. The heat of him in my fist. The way his cock slid against mine – wet at the tip, twitching when I tightened my grip. Eight years of imagining this and none of it had been enough. None of it had been him.
He bit his lip. I let go of his cock just long enough to push my thumb against his mouth and pull it free.
"Let me hear you."
"Dagon—"
"Let me hear you, sweetheart."
His next moan was so loud it shook through me. I stroked us both faster, slicker now, our cocks sliding against each other in my fist. He was leaking onto my fingers. I was leaking onto him. There was nothing between us. Not anymore. Not ever again.
The feel of him under me, the feel of us, was divine.
His hands gripped my ass as he thrust faster. I could feel my body tightening, the pressure building. My demon was clawing at the inside of my chest, screamingmine, mine, mine. I held it down. Tonight was for the man underneath – for the us of it. The rest could wait.
When Di bit my shoulder in an attempt to muffle his scream, I shouted his name and came. The release ripped through me so hard my arms shook. He followed me right away, moaning, spilling between us, spasming under me.
Watching him lose control made me come harder, my body following his. Hell, the way he looked as he came, so vulnerable, so beautiful, it's a sight I'll carry with me forever.
When both of us were spent, I pulled him toward me, not caring about the release on our stomachs, and kissed him lazily. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling at me. All I could feel in his eyes was love, and I hoped he saw it reflected in mine too.
