Page 48 of Caressed By Sin
His gaze went there. “And for the second rule, you are not to use those damn needles on anyone in this club.”
“Then, we’re going to some sort of demon club?”
“It’s more like a den of demons, but it will look like a club.” A long, crimson leather trench coat appeared and formed around his arms. The polished material looked smooth. Gold thread was used for the seams.
“If I’m not to use my needles, then no demons better bother me.”
“Which is why you’re going as my sex slave.”
I frowned. “I don’t know about your idea.”
“You must trust me.” The coat wavered around him. He chose to wear no shirt under it, making him into a dangerous, sexy image of muscle and leather. “By the way, I thought I earned your trust today.”
“What made you think that?”
“All those moans.”
I blushed. My pointed ears tingled. “I. . .enjoyed today’s sex—”
“And every position?”
“Yes, but—”
“You loved my cock too?”
“Yes.”
“The length? The girth? The way I slammed it into your wet pussy and made those moist walls vibrate and that clit pulsate with lust—”
“Yes, Azar.” I glared. “However, orgasms don’t mean I’m going to simply walk into a large space of demons with you, connected by a chain and not be a little bit worried.”
“I’m letting you take your needles with you.”
“You don’t have a say in if I do or don’t take my needles.”
He smirked. “Hmm.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“You look nervous and annoyed. It makes me want to fuck you so badly.”
I swallowed.
Fast, he blurred to me.
Shocked, I stepped back.
He inhaled the air. “You were so wet, so slick today.”
I cleared my throat. “Can we get back to my nervousness about—”
“I loved the way I could feel your juices running down my shaft, coating me in your heat. Your pussy was like a vice, gripping me tightly as I pounded you harder and harder. I loved the way you felt, so tight, hot, and wet. I could feel your orgasm building, see it in your eyes. Taste it all around me.”
“Taste. . .it. . .”
“Your orgasms are delicious.”
“We should talk about—”
