Page 48 of Judge of Saints and Sinners

“What?” I did it again, feeling the thick length of him exactly where I wanted him. Damn these clothes.

“Fuck, Justine. I won’t be completely unmanned the first time I feel you like this.” His head dropped low, until his forehead rested against my collarbone.

“Seems like it’s not your choice. It is my dream, after all. And I kind of like you like this.”

“Pleading and desperate?”

“Maybe.”

His tongue darted out and tasted my collarbone. “If I’m going to be desperate, then I’ll have you the same way.” And with that, he moved until his knees were bracketing my hips, and in a flash of fabric, my shirt was off, replaced by the silken heat of his lips as he traced his way down my body, between my breasts, across my hips, and low to my belly button.

“Nephesh,” I whispered, my hands scrambling for his hair once again.

His tongue dipped into my belly button for a second before he traced his way back up over my ribcage to my breasts, where he paused. I could feel the burning heat of his breath on my skin as my nipples puckered.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and then his mouth covered my sensitive flesh, sucking hard as his hand moved reverently over the other, his fingers carefully stroking me while his dark claws played against my skin.

He switched sides, leaving a smattering of kisses between my breasts as one of his hands slid low, caressing across my ribs to my belly and then slipping just the tips of his fingers below my waistband. Nephesh teased me there, drawing tiny circles as his tongue lapped over the second nipple, making my hips rise and move in desperate little movements against him.

Why wouldn’t he just move that hand lower? He knew I was dying for him to do it.

“Need something, little thief?”

I growled in frustration, to which the freaking demon actually had the audacity to chuckle. “Desperate yet?”

“You know I am.”

“Oh, but I want to hear it. I want to hear from those pretty lips how badly you want me to do more.”

I tossed my head back, my hands moving to his shoulders as if I could stop him from the torture session, but at the same time I really didn’t want to stop him. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted it so badly.

“Nephesh,” I said, and I could hear the begging in my voice. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, put your hands on me, make me come. Let me feel you.”

Nephesh's mocking smile dissolved in a moment, his fangs flashing as his eyes glowed a brilliant red color. And then his hand dipped into my waistband, slipping over my pelvic bone to stroke me there, his fingers so gentle and careful against delicate skin that I nearly cried in relief when he finally pushed one finger then another into me.

“Do you like that, mate? Do you like feeling my fingers inside you?”

I nodded, my chin jerking as I was lost in the sensation of those thick, warm fingers pulsing in and out of me, barely moving, but at the same time sending waves of pleasure through me. I knew in a breath that even if this was just a dream, this was how he would be in the living world too. A little bossy, a lot cocky, and absolutely devoted to my pleasure. My eyes flickered open to find him there, staring down at my face. His eyes were still glowing red even as his expression was one of rapt attention.

After our eyes met, his smile turned smug once more, as he dragged his gaze down my body to where his hands were inside my pants, making my lower half jerk with every gentle pass. “Talk to me, Justine. Tell me what you feel.”

“It feels better than good, better than I imagined.”

“Good,” he purred, his thrusting fingers pushing deeper. “So hot and slick here… I can't wait to feel you against my cock.”

I groaned, my eyes falling shut again as my inner thighs quivered. So close, I felt the teasing edge of completion lingering just outside of my reach. And it was as if Nephesh knew it too. He slowed his movements, leaning over to kiss me once again.

I wrapped my arms around him, one leg coiling around his hip in a movement to keep him close, to help him rid me of this delicious and frustrating need.

“Do you need something, mate?”

“I need…”

“Say it.”