“Dagon… Oh, fuck.”
I tried to thrust my cock forward, but he caught my hips and pinned me in place, continuing his slow, maddening touches.
“Dagon, I swear-” I didn’t finish my words.
Dagon dropped to his knees, eyes locked on mine as water beat down his back.
Something in the air shifted.
He was still in human form. His eyes still dark gray, not yet purple. But the way he looked up at me from his knees wasno longer playful. It was appraising. Like a man who had spent eight years asking permission to want things, and was about to stop asking.
“Tell me what you want,” Dagon commanded.
“There it is. My sexy demon’s voice.”
“You like my voice like this?”
The smirk he gave me was devious and proud.
“Fuck, yes. I do.”
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“You. I want your mouth on my cock. Right now.”
Where the hell had that confidence come from?
“Your command is my wish. But remember. You've got a demon on his knees… and demonsalwaystake, even when they give.”
My whole body lit up just from those words. My heart pounded with anticipation and need.
Dagon’s lips wrapped around my cock, and my brain went blissfully blank. Fireworks lit every nerve. His fingers gripped my ass in a bruising hold, and I choked on air.
I couldn't wait. I thrust into his mouth, and Dagon snapped.
In the next breath, his wings burst free, horns curling from his head, and oh boy, did I touch. Thank fuck the bathroom was made to accommodate demons with wings.
The growl that left Dagon when I touched his wings sent pulses through my cock, and I had to hold back from coming. I wanted to prolong the sensations of his mouth surrounding my cock and his tongue eliciting fire over me.
“Dagon,” I screamed.
I wouldn’t last. I wouldn’t.
He hummed, lips still wrapped around me, tongue working me like I was his favorite flavor.
Without thinking, I grabbed his horns and started thrusting deep into his mouth. Fast. Brutal. Desperate. More. Fucking more.
“I need you. Fuck, Dagon, I need you so much. You’re mine.Mine. Always.”
All of me broke open. I couldn't stop the words from spilling out.
He groaned, loud and long. His grip on my ass tightened, and he trailed a wet finger over my hole. That was it. My body snapped. I came with a cry, his name on my lips, my hands still locked around his horns. I felt his shudder beneath me.
And then… fuck. He came. Without touching himself.
The sight alone sent another shiver of pleasure through my body and cock.
I stumbled when he pulled away. My feet were unsteady, and my vision was blurry, but I still saw the look in Dagon’s eyes. Wild. Predatory. Starved.
