“You’re beautiful,” I grazed his cheek and reveled in the colors swirling in his eyes, from dark purple to lighter shades and a touch of black.
“Di, I want you. Fuck, want is not enough to cover even half of what I feel. But there’s still so much I need to tell you. I-”
I cut him off with a kiss. “I need you to make me yours, Dagon. I know we have so much more to discuss, but no matter what you tell me, it won’t change how I feel.”
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’m finallyhome. Like I belong to you, and you belong to me. Like I’ve waited for years for this moment. Nothing can change how I feel about you, Dagon, how I always felt.” Gently, I took his hand in mine and positioned it over my frantic heart. “I love you, Dagon. I love you regardless of whether you’re a human or a demon.”
My eyes watered as I let all the love seep into my words. It was overflowing. It was right.
Dagon stared at me with so many emotions swimming in his eyes that it was hard to catch them all. One tear trailed down his cheek as he sealed our lips in a tender kiss. A kiss that was a promise and so much more.
“I love you, Di. I’ve always loved you, and I’ll always love you.”
My heart was bursting with happiness, and my body was burning with need. Dagon started trailing kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach. We got rid of our clothes so fast that it was all a blur.
Fuck, his body was one dreams were made of. My mouth watered at the sight of him. He was defined in all the right places, and I wanted to savor every inch of him.
Suddenly I thought of something and blurted, “Do we need protection?“
I wanted to feel him, skin against skin. I didn’t want anything between us.
His eyes heated as he said, “Demons can’t transmit sexual diseases. But if you’ll feel safer, we can wait until we get some condoms.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I want to feel you bare. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Dagon growled and ravished my mouth, biting my lower lip and rocking against me. What I was going to say a second ago? Oh, yeah. I pulled away. I could feel my cheeks blush, but I still wanted to tell him this.
“I- I think now’s the perfect time to say I've never been with anyone,” I said, meeting Dagon’s wide eyes, wanting him to know.
A growl made me jump out of surprise, not fear. Dagon nuzzled my neck, his beard leaving goosebumps in his wake, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he was a cat, not a demon.
Whispering, he said, “I’ve never been with anyone either.”
“Never?”
That was shocking. Dagon was well, Dagon. I always assumed he had partners, but I never wanted to know if that was the case.
“Never. I knew it was you or no one else,” he said.
Eight years of waiting. Eight years of pretending he didn't want me. Eight years of his hands kept to himself in a way I'd never understood. He hadn't been with anyone. Not once. He'd been waiting for me even when he believed I was unreachable. Even when King's words convinced him I'd never be his.
My breath caught.
"Dagon—"
"Don't," he said, reading my face before I could find the words. "I don't regret it. I'd wait again. I'd wait my whole life."
My heart broke open in a way I hadn't known it could.
So many more questions danced on my tongue, but they all dispersed as he started kissing me again. Trailing my hands over his body, I tried to memorize every curve, dip, and feeling of him against me.
With painfully slow movements, Dagon reached my cock. I had a second of basking in the fire in his eyes, the possessiveness and love I saw in their depths before he lowered his head and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned, incapable of stopping the sound. His mouth felt so warm, so freaking good.
Dagon swirled his tongue around my head, humming like my cock was the best thing he had ever tasted. Oh fuck.
“Dagon, I-” my words died on a scream when he took me to the back of his throat. He choked, but that didn’t stop him.
