Page 46 of Demon’s Temptation

Jesus fucking Christ. “Please let me taste you. Come on my face, against my mouth. Please.”

A moment later, she gave him what he wanted, removing her own hand and lowering herself onto his mouth. He chased it, lifting his head as best he could, sucking and licking, shoving his tongue inside her. She ground down on his face and, throwing her head back, broke apart for him. Her body bowed hard, her cries filling the room.

The chains rattled as he lifted his head, following her, staying right there, lapping her all up, every delicious taste she gave him.

Her hands were on the headboard and she rocked her hips against his mouth until she’d worked every last tremor from her body and slid off him, collapsing beside him all boneless, sexy female.

He watched, waited for her to open her eyes, and when she finally blinked up at him, he knew he looked feral by the satisfied smile she gave him.

“You’re very good at that,” she said as her eyes traveled down his body to his painfully hard cock. “I left you hard last time, didn’t I?” She grazed her fingernails over his nipple. “I could do that again, or…”

All he could do was shake his damned head.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Brent?”

“More than anything, Mistress,” he rasped.

“Usually that admission would have me walking out the door, leaving you wanting, anticipating, until next time I had you tied down and hard. But I promised you a reward, didn’t I?”

He wanted inside her so bad he would die if she left him like this.

She climbed off the bed and he barked out a protest, but she didn’t leave. No, she removed the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked. All creamy, soft curves. The sexiest, most beautiful female he had ever laid eyes on.

Then she climbed back on top of him and slid her hands up his chest.

She sat there on top of him, so damn beautiful he ached.

Chaya leaned in, her luscious mouth hovering an inch above his. He reveled in that first mingling of breath, the way his hitched when the tip of her tongue darted out, moistening the plump crimson flesh of her lower lip.

He realized she hadn’t kiss him yet, and he needed her to more than anything in this whole damn world. He hadn’t kissed anyone since before becoming a demi-demon. With Chaya, he’d been afraid that if she did, if she offered him that intimacy, he would go to a place he could never return from, and at the end of this she’d take the last of his humanity with her. That she’d take what remained of his heart.

But he would never, could never turn away or deny her what she wanted, what they both wanted.

Cupping his face in her small hands, she closed the gap, brushing her mouth against his. Oh fuck. He indulged in the smooth, soft texture of her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue against his in an undemanding way while still controlling the kiss, while they explored each other’s mouths, their taste.

He knew instantly he’d made a huge mistake. One taste and he was addicted to her more than he already had been. He was dizzy from it. There was no going back. He would never get enough of this. The way she moaned, the way her lips grew even softer, swollen, the more she kissed him. The taste of her desire, the gentle warmth of her mouth against his.

When she finally pulled away, he made a sound of protest, lifting his head, trying to follow. He watched as she sat back, drawing in a shaky breath as she took a condom from her bag.

Jesus. This is happening.

She tore it open and rolled it down his hard length.

Finally—finally—she moved back, and holding his cock in her hands, positioned him between her spread thighs.

She glanced up at him then sank down.

His hips jerked up all on their own and they both moaned when he filled her to the hilt. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. There was no warm-up; she was as hungry for him as he was for her. She lifted up almost all the way and came back down. She screamed and he could feel her inner muscles already fluttering around him. Dipping her head, she sucked hard on one of his nipples, grazing it with her teeth and nipping.

Gasping and grunting, he fucked her back, unable to stop from slamming his hips up to meet hers. He pounded into her, getting lost in the feel of her wet pussy clamped tight around him, the heat of her skin burning against his.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he gritted out.

Head thrown back, she sucked in a startled breath and came a second later, crying out, shaking almost violently from her release. She fell forward. Sweat slicked their skin, their bodies sliding together as he continued to pound up into her. His balls were drawn tight, skin prickling, tingles radiating out from his lower spine and the base of his cock.

So close, so damn close, but as always, just out of reach.