I sighed with relief when we stepped into a separate room. Dagon and I had already discussed what we'd say. We needed help. There was a powerful object out there we had to find. Fireborns and Soulborns were probably behind it. That was all we intended to share, though even that depended on how the conversation went.
While Dagon spoke with Adam, my mind drifted.
We couldn’t mention King. We couldn’t say it was an angelic object either. Still, Adam figured it out. He pressed Dagon, claiming demons wouldn’t just be chasing some random artifact. Thankfully, he didn’t ask why we were after it, or why Dagon was with a human. I'd expected those questions, but they never came.
Adam agreed to make a few calls. Apparently, he had a lot of connections. He gave us a choice to stay inside the house ortake a small cabin out back. I didn't hesitate. I chose the cabin. I wanted us to relax, not be on edge in a house full of demons.
So waiting made its way to the top of our to-do list. I was exhausted, and so was Dagon. A little pause didn't sound so bad.
“Are you okay?” he asked me when we entered the spacious bedroom.
“I think so?”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I melted into his embrace and soaked in his strength, his steadiness.
Dagon beside me was all I needed.
“We’ll figure this out, Di. I promise you.”
I buried my face in his chest. I didn’t trust my brain, but I trusted Dagon.
“Do you want to take a shower and call it a night? It has been a long day.”
“A long few days, if we’re being honest,” I muttered.
“True. I wouldn’t mind a month with you in my apartment without going out.”
My heart skipped a beat when he casually mentioned me staying in his apartment.
“Are you a homebody? I didn’t know.” I teased, already grinning.
Before he could answer, I dashed for the bathroom. He chased after me. Of course, I didn't get far, not that I wanted to. Back in his arms, smiling, I kissed him and started undressing him. I’d never stop drooling over this man.
How could someone be so perfect?
I'd intended to take it slow, savor every inch. My plan went out the window almost as fast as he took off my clothes. Standing naked with Dagon had become my favorite thing in the world. It wasn’t only about sexual attraction either. It was more than that,something deeper. I couldn’t explain it with simple words, but it felt natural, tender, real. And so much more than that.
“Let’s get into the shower.”
“Uhu,” was all I managed to mumble.
My eyes trailed down his neck, his arms, his chest, and then his cock. When I didn’t move, Dagon chuckled. With a hand on my waist and a kiss to my neck that sent a shiver down my spine, he guided me to the shower.
The water was hot, but the man beside me was hotter.
“Stop looking at me like that," he rasped, "or we’ll get dirty before we can even clean.”
God, his voice. I wanted to push him until that demonic edge bled through. I wanted to hear it.
“I can’t stop myself.” I really couldn’t. “Have you seen yourself?”
With another chuckle and a shake of his head, Dagon reached for the shower gel. He poured a generous amount and began washing my body with slow, deliberate strokes. My cock was rock hard, but he ignored it completely. This was torture.
“This is torture! Okay, yes, you’re a demon, but it doesn’t mean you should torture me.” I whined, a bit too dramatically.
“Oh, you want to see torture? This isnothing, my dear.”
He twisted one of my nipples, and I moaned. When his tongue swept across the other, I choked on a gasp.
