Page 59 of Demon’s Temptation

She chuckled. “Trying to earn yourself another punishment, I see?” Her hands moved to the top of his pants and she popped the button then slid the zip down. Taking him in her hand, she stroked him gently.

His hips surged of their own accord. “It’s kind of hard to see anything with my eyes rolled to the back of my head.”

She scooted back a little more, and without any warning, leaned in and dragged her tongue across the head of his cock then drew it past her lips and sucked hard. He bucked beneath her and she lifted her head, a wicked grin curving her lips. “Like that, did you?” Before he could croak out an answer, she did it again.

She was driving him crazy. Both her hands were wrapped around his shaft, working him while her mouth paid undivided attention to the swollen head of his cock. It was so hard not to thrust up and make her take all of him. Those full lips worked their way around the ridge, licking and sucking the sensitive underside until he was close to begging.

She worshiped his cock with her beautiful mouth. Then her hands were gone and she sucked him in deep, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. A deep groan rumbled from his chest, and her hands went to his balls, massaging his sac while she moved up and down his dick, her tongue swirling around the head on every upswing. His balls drew tight and he knew she felt it when she upped the suction.

Still, it wasn’t going to happen, not without pain, not when he was still in his own head.

Fuck.

“Chay…baby,” he choked. “Please.”

Her eyes lifted to him, and he watched as she slowly drew those swollen pink lips up his cock, sucking hard on the tip, making him curse and hiss before releasing him with a pop. Crawling up his body, she trailed tiny wet kisses along his jaw around to his ear. “You want inside me?”

“Fuck yes.”

She was amazing, still worried about him. He could see it in her eyes. He hated that he had to tell her about his past, but he loved that she knew him better than anyone ever had in his entire life.

He cupped her face, and she came down for a slow, deep kiss. “I want you to ride me so bad I can barely breathe,” he said against her lips.

She leaned over him and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore it open, and rolled it down his achingly hard cock. Lifting up slightly, she sank down, taking him all the way.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her: her soft, curvy body bared to him completely; her full breasts bouncing as she moved; the way her lips parted when she sank down; how every damn time she took him deep her tight pussy grasped his dick; the way her eyes were glazed with desire.

Sliding his hands up her thighs, he massaged her hips then placed one hand around the base of his cock so he could feel her as she came down, feel her taking him inside her. Her hair was wild around her face and shoulders, her color high. Her breathing quickened, and when she sank down again, grinding against him, she placed her hands on his shoulders so she could lean forward to increase the friction. He added his thumb, circling her clit.

She increased the pace, getting herself off, using his body to take what she needed, and he loved every second of it, watching mesmerized as she came apart. Her mouth dropped open, her breasts and throat flushed. Then she screamed, her inner walls clamping down on him so tight for a moment he though he actually might come without pain.

Chaya dropped against his chest, her panted breaths hot against his damp skin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she continued to move against him. Wave after wave of emotion pounded into him, hers and his own, and he was helpless to fight it, fight the depth of his feelings for this female.

She pressed her face against his throat, kissed his jaw, and lifted up, looking down at him. “Give it to me,” she whispered, and he felt her take it—literally, take it from him. She knew what he needed. She knew. It had been impossible to hold it all back, and what had escaped, the twisted confusing emotions that fucked him up, the need to punish himself for what had happened back then, vanished. For that moment, she took it all. And he was free.

“Let go, baby,” she gasped out. “I’ve got you.”

Staring up into her eyes, he did exactly what she asked. His cock swelled inside her, and his balls grew unbearably tight.

She ground down against him harder. “I’ve got you,” she said again against his mouth.

And she did. So he let go.

That’s when his body took over, hips slamming up into her. Spine torquing as he totally lost it. He shook, mindless, as he bucked jerkily without rhythm beneath her, into her. Ass clenched, toes curled, he gasped as his orgasm hit, shot through his balls, out of his pulsing cock. He pumped his hips, riding it out, roaring through it. Swept up in the euphoria, the sheer joy of what was happening. Of what Chaya had given him.

Collapsing back, trembling, he struggled to pull it together. She wrapped herself around him and spoke softly, kissed him, and ran her hands over his fevered skin. Soothing him…loving him.

Helpless against the emotions bombarding him, the way he felt about Chaya, he gave in and couldn’t fight them anymore. And just like that, the walls crumpled down around him, nothing but dust at his feet. He didn’t have the strength to rebuild them, not then, not with Chaya so trusting, so beautiful and giving in his arms.

In that moment, he was completely and utterly lost to her.

Chapter 16

Leaning against the bar, Brent brooded over the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing. Victor had vanished. The coward had gone to ground right after the exhibition and it didn’t look like he was in a hurry to resurface. Brent had people looking, combing the city, and as soon as Victor poked his head out, Brent would be there to remove the fucker from his shoulders.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and despite the direction of his thoughts, when he saw who it was from, he struggled not to grin like an idiot.

Chaya: Whatcha doing?