Page 6 of Demon Unleashed

He let go of one hip and grabbed her breasts, squeezed them. “And I love your tits. Because they’re perfect. Say it.” He let go of her breasts and snatched her hand, guided it to one breast. “Touch yourself.” He motioned to her other hand. “With both hands. Take your tits. Now answer me.” His gaze burned into her, the gaze of a man used to his orders being followed.

At first hesitantly, she cupped her breasts, then averted her eyes.

“Look at me!”

She snapped her eyes back at him, meeting his insistent look. Then she began to massage her breasts and squeeze them, and finally, she took her nipples between her fingers and rolled them.

She couldn’t help but notice that Eric’s movements became even more frantic. His cock inside her seemed to expand and his breath turned ragged.

“My tits are perfect,” she murmured. “Lick them.”

“Fuck!” He gripped her thighs now, thrusting hard. Eric bent over her, and she fed him one nipple after the other.

Then she felt him spasm inside her, felt the warmth of his semen shoot into her, fill her. Suddenly her channel contracted and another orgasm slammed into her. She moaned while her pussy spasmed around Eric’s cock as if her body tried to suck his semen deep into her. She’d never felt anything this intense.

When she could finally think again, Eric had already pulled out of her and lowered her legs, so she could sit up.

“Wow,” he said on a deep breath. “That was… Well, that was something.”

Enya jumped off the kitchen island, her legs unsteady. With shaking hands, she pulled down her skirt then looked for her panties, when she felt Eric’s hand on her arm. She turned to face him.

“You’re getting dressed already?”

“I’ve gotta go.” For so many reasons.

“Stay a little longer.”

“I can’t.” She saw her panties on the floor and bent down to grab them. Quickly she put them on. Then she righted her bustier to cover her breasts again.

“Then at least give me your number.”

She looked at him and hesitated. Her womb clenched and her clit throbbed, asking for a repeat of what Eric had done tonight. But this time, her head won out. “I have a complicated life.”

Eric put a finger under her chin and made her tilt her head back. “I love complicated women. The others are, frankly, not worth the time.” He brushed a kiss to her lips. “And there’s so much more you and I could explore. Tonight was just an amuse-bouche. My appetite is much bigger.”

She didn’t doubt that. But rules were rules. If she spent the night, she would get too comfortable. Not just with Eric, but with the whole idea of being with somebody. Relying on somebody, when she knew that in the end she could rely only on herself.

“I had a nice time,” she said. “Thank you.”

Eric shook his head. “I can give you an even nicer time. Tell me you want to see me again.”

She sighed.

“Was that a yes?” He dipped his head to look deep into her eyes. Something made her hold his gaze instead of evading it.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Maybe this will help.” He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. Their first kiss had been urgent, passionate, demanding. This one was different. More tender, yet at the same time insistent. As if Eric wanted to show her that he was a man who didn’t give up easily. Who fought for what he desired.

Cool air blew against her lips, and she realized he’d already severed the kiss.

“I need an answer,” he pressed with that deep voice that made her want to surrender.

“I… uh… maybe… maybe I’ll call you,” she said finally, and picked up her leather jacket, ready to flee. When she touched the door handle, his voice stopped her.

“Enya…”

Against her better judgment, she looked over her shoulder. He stood there in the hallway, half-naked, the light from the kitchen shining onto his cock. She’d never seen such a virile man, such a perfect human specimen.

“Next time,” he said, and took his cock into his hand, “you’ll take the reins and do with me as you please. I’ll be at your mercy.”

She swallowed the sudden surge of lust that pulsed through her core. Did Eric understand her need for control because he, too, had that need? Were they maybe not that different from each other?

“I can’t make promises, but…” She didn’t finish her sentence, didn’t know how to.

“But you’ll consider it. That’s good enough for me.”

She nodded and left the apartment. When the door snapped in behind her, she leaned against it and closed her eyes for a moment. For the first time in a long time, she felt… happy.