Page 128 of Demon's Beauty

On each upstroke, she catches the tip of me in her lips, sucks and licks and drives me out of my goddessdamned mind.

A sound rasps out of my chest, something that sounds undeniably like a whimper.

Goddess.

The way I let myself be undone by this witch.

The ways Iwouldlet myself be undone by this witch.

Any way. Every way. Anything she wants from me, it’s hers.

Soleil pulls her mouth from my cock, plumps her breasts together and works them around my shaft. “Are you close?”

Another sound—anotherwhimper—and I’m so far past the end of my control I’m surprised I can even form words.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, I’m close, I’m going to—”

“You can touch me.”

My hands replace hers, cupping her breasts while I thrust against her. Thrust between her beautiful tits, thrust into the warm wet of her mouth, entirely out of my mind.

My balls ache, and pleasure builds low in my spine. A few more moments is all it would take.

But as much as I’d like to finish just like this, spend myself here between her breasts and see my come painting her chest and throat, I want something else more.

With a deep groan, I make myself drop my hands, pull back, breathe deep, and keep myself from falling off that edge.

Soleil, as if she can see the internal battle I’m fighting, sits back on her heels and waits for me to regain some semblance of control.

“You didn’t want to—”

“Fuck, no,” I breathe, too far gone to worry about interrupting her. “Of course I wanted to. But not this time.”

Her eyes sparkle with understanding, and she surges up to claim my mouth.

I bury my hands in her hair, pull her closer, encourage her even higher, onto my lap.

The wet heat of her presses against my shaft, and I rock into her, straddling her thighs over mine until I can hit the right spot to make her moan and writhe on me.

“How do you want me?” Soleil asks breathlessly, lips pressed to mine like she can’t stop kissing me long enough to get the question out.

“Kneeling,” I murmur into the kiss. “Elbows down on the mattress.”

Fuck, I want that more than anything.

I want my mate to let me claim her.

To claim me in return.

There’s something almost primal about the urge. From the deepest, most instinctual part of me, it demands to be appeased.

She nods, still kissing me, and finally manages to disentangle herself with a breathless giggle. I take her by the waist and flip our positions so she’s belly-down on the blankets and furs, skin slick with perspiration and flushed with pleasure.

Soleil raises to her forearms and knees on the bed, and my heart nearly seizes in my chest.

I don’t know where to look first.

The plump swell of her ass, the hot pink slit between full thighs, the graceful curve of her back.