Page 62 of Demon On Deck

“I love you, Kallie,” I say before pressing my lips to hers.

Kallie melts into me, wrapping her arms around me, pulling our bodies as close as possible. I can feel all the stress and tension of the last few weeks leave my body as our kiss deepens. Kallie makes a delicious little moan as my tongue slips past the seam of her lips. That little sound undoes me. My hands slide down her body, gripping her ass and lifting her up.

Her legs wrap around my waist as she rips the tie out of my hair.

“Need you,” I say between kisses, walking down the hall to our bedroom. Kallie moans again as I squeeze her globes. By the time we reach the bedroom, Kallie has shoved my jacket from my shoulders and undone the top half of my shirt buttons, where her hands roam over my rapidly heating skin.

I’m burning for her.

But I want to savour this moment.

I slowly slide Kallie down my body, ensuring she feels just how hard I am for her. Her desperate mewl has me seriously reconsidering my decision to take this slow. When she reaches forward to undo the rest of my shirt buttons, I take her hands in mine, kissing her knuckles.

“Evren,” she pouts, sticking her bottom lip out slightly.

I pull her forward and capture her lips again. “Patience, Doll. I’ve been without you for far too long. I’m going to take my time refamiliarizing my hands and tongue with your glorious body.”

She sucks in a breath as I kneel down and remove her shoes. My hands travel up the backs of her legs so I can massage her ass. Slowly, I undo her pants, sliding the material down her thighs for her to step out of. Once I’ve thrown them aside, I kiss my way up one leg, stopping just shy of her pussy.

Her arousal perfumes the room. I breathe it in deeply, appreciating how lucky I am to have this again. There was a time that I never thought I would have this, that it would be a memory to hold onto as I withered away without my mate.

Shaking the thought free, I kiss my way down the other leg, ghosting my fingers along her thighs. Kallie shivers as goosebumps blossom along her skin. With my sheer size as my advantage, I continue to kneel before my goddess, sliding her shirt up her torso and off her body. It gets thrown to parts unknown.

I use my tongue to trace each of the delicate silver lines that climb from her hips to her navel. Kallie moans deeply, threading her fingers through my hair, trying to direct my ministrations to where she wants me. But I’m not ready yet.

“So impatient, Doll,” I murmur, clasping her hands and directing them to my horns. The moment she clutches them, my body convulses, a deep rumble echoing throughout the room.

“Evren,” she moans as my tongue sweeps just below the wire of her bra. She slides her hands up and down my horns, and I swear to every god there is, I can feel it in my dick.

I make a deep humming noise of satisfaction. “Fuck, Doll.”

Reaching around her back, I unclasp her bra and toss it over my shoulder. Her tits bounce free, nipples pebbled and begging to be sucked on.

But I hold out. Instead of suckling her dusky tips, I kiss my way through the valley between, up to her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin. Kallie throws her head back, stroking my horns harder. My hands slide back down her torso, hooking my fingers in the band of her panties to slide them off.

Pulling back from her, I tip her head so that she’s looking into my eyes. Lifting her panties to my mouth, I suck the slickness from them…and cum in my pants.

Fuck.

With great effort, I remove her hands from my horns and lift her off the floor to lay her on the bed. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her breathing picks up while I strip my clothes off. Kallie crawls to the edge of the bed, kneeling before me.

As if I’m worthy of her worship.

“Please,” she whispers, reaching for me. “I need to touch you, Evren.”

Who am I to deny my mate, my goddess, anything?

I walk forward until I reach the foot of the bed. Kallie runs her hands up my thighs, cupping my heavy sack in her small, delicate hand before kneading it. I let out a low growl as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her hands slide up to my chest, where she toys with my nipples, stiffening them to stiff peaks.

“You’re so hot,” she murmurs, leaning forward to swipe her tongue along the seam of my aching tip and licking the precum off like it's a melting ice cream cone.

I tilt her head back so she’s looking at me once again. “It’s part of my demon nature. My body is ready to mate with you, mark you with my fire. Bind our souls together for the rest of our lives.”

She takes my hand and pulls me onto the bed as she lies back.

“I want that, Evren. Marked for everyone to see. I want to be yours,” she says, as my body covers hers and my wings unfurl. I trace her jawline with the back of my hands while looking deeply into her eyes.

“You’re sure? Because there is no going back. Once my fire has touched you, you’re mine and I’m yours—forever.”