Page 41 of Demon Unleashed

“That’s it, babe. Just like that.” He held her gaze while he painted circles over her clit, rubbing the little organ harder and faster. Enya panted, her lips parted. Perspiration collected on her brow. He increased his tempo, caressing her center of pleasure with mounting eagerness. He’d never thought he’d love pleasuring a woman without wanting anything for himself. But in this moment, all he could think of was Enya’s pleasure.

“Oh, oh…” Her eyelids fluttered, and her body stiffened.

He knew she was close. “I wanna hear my name when you come. Can you do that for me? Can you cry out my name?” Nothing would give him more pleasure.

Her eyes went wide as if for a moment she’d forgotten who he was. But then he pinched her clit, and Enya spasmed. Zoltan slid his middle finger into her channel while pressing his thumb to her clit.

“Oh… oh… Zoltan, yes, yes!”

Her muscles contracted around his finger, granting him an exquisite moment of her surrender, making him part of her pleasure.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and dipped his head to kiss her.

She collapsed against him, and he caught her against his body, holding her until her orgasm subsided. He managed to shuck his boots and pants, then lifted Enya and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down gently.

Slowly he freed her of the remainder of her clothing and stripped himself of his boxer briefs. Now naked, he lowered himself over her, and as if they’d done this a thousand times, Enya spread her legs wide and welcomed him. He plunged into her with one thrust, seating himself to the hilt.

Enya looked up at him, her hands on his hips. “I love your cock inside me, Zoltan. Make love to me.”

The way she said his name nearly made him climax. She truly saw him now, and there was no disgust, no fear in her eyes when she looked at him. Maybe they had a chance.

“Anything you want,” he said.

He braced himself on his knees and elbows and began to move inside her, withdrawing an inch, then sliding back into her welcoming warmth. He took his time. There was no rush now. “I love how tight you are. I love how you cradle me.” He shifted so he could dip his head to her breasts and kiss them. “And I love feeling your breasts rub against me and your hard nipples tickle me.”

He drew his hips back and thrust forward, faster than before. Enya let out a moan and arched her back. He smiled at her. “Didn’t want you to think that I’d forgotten about your sweet pussy.” He delivered a few rapid thrusts, then followed them with a much slower rocking motion meant to ignite her clit again.

“I like that,” Enya murmured.

“Good.” He shifted again, lifting one leg over her thigh so their legs were intertwined like scissors. “Then you might like this too.” He rocked against her, squeezing his leg against her outer thigh, creating the feeling that her pussy was even tighter. At the same time, his groin pressed harder against her clitoris, the friction heightening Enya’s arousal.

“Zoltan,” she cried out breathlessly.

He repeated the motion while dipping his head to one breast and sucking the nipple into his mouth. He licked it and simultaneously plunged in and out of her wet channel. He was well aware that Enya couldn’t move much, but she wasn’t complaining. He’d guessed right: she wanted to be dominated in bed, wanted to be taken care of so she could let go. And he loved seeing her like this, free to enjoy her body.

Again and again, he drove his cock deep into her, and every time, sounds of pleasure rolled over Enya’s lips.

“Talk to me,” she said, breathing hard. “Your voice. I need to hear you.”

A smile formed on his lips. “You want me to talk dirty to you?”

She panted. “Yes. Your voice turns me on. From the moment we met in the bar, before I even saw your face, I felt it.”

He plunged deep and hard. “You would have let me fuck you in the street, wouldn’t you?”

Her eyes widened, but then she admitted what her eyes were already telling him: “Yes.”

“I wanted to.” He increased his thrusts. “I wanted to strip you right there and fuck you, no matter who was watching.”

Enya shuddered, and her nipples hardened even more.

“And you would have sucked my cock right there if I’d demanded it, wouldn’t you?”

Enya pressed her head into the pillow and arched her back. “Yes!”

“Yes, ’cause you’re wicked, Enya. You like to be bad.” He delivered several more thrusts, but soon, his control would snap. Knowing what Enya would have allowed him the moment they met made him hornier than he’d ever been. “I should have fed you my cock right there on the street.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked, moaning.