Page 7 of Caressed By Sin
What the hell are you doing? He’s an incubus; the female body is his expertise.
I edged to the side, trying to escape out of those delectable hands.
“Your skin tastes like honey.” He bit my neck like it was a scrumptious morsel he’d never tried, and then tenderly squeezed my nipples.
My fangs exploded from my gums.
No.
I blinked a few times, trying to get control of myself. Every cell in my body craved release. I longed for those magical fingers to enter me.
How long had it been since I’d been touched with true desire?
The other hunts never affected me. The lower level incubi only groped my body, just being newbies, walking in a sex-induced frenzy. But this demon right here made me rethink everything.
Stop it.
I cleared my throat, pressed my thighs together, and breathed in and out.
Yet a thirst for him formed within my body’s core. I lifted my head, battling with my want and my mission. If this continued another minute, my panties would be on the floor and I’d be begging Azar to let me mount him.
Think, damn it!
He nipped at my shoulder, his fingers still doing their alluring dance on my nipples.
I need to take control.
“Let’s go in the back.” I pushed my ass into that ironclad sword that I wanted to possess, rubbing along his length.
He’s so thick and long.
“Why would I go in the back? When I can fuck you right here.” He rolled my swollen nipples back and forth between those smooth fingertips. “I’m cloaking us from view. No one can see us.”
“Still. . .I want more privacy.” I arched my back into his muscular chest. A sweltering need tugged at my clitoris, dampening my pussy.
Concentrate!
I bit down on my lip hard and centered all of my awareness on the stinging pain.
“If I pulled your panties down and tasted you, would it be the sweet flavor of honey on my tongue?” He moved his fingers and yanked my dress down to my waist.
Cool air brushed against my skin. I froze.
“Don’t worry, sweet fairy, I’m cloaking us with magic.” He cupped both of my breasts. “So tell me. Would that treasure between your thighs taste like honey?”
“Let’s see.” I climbed out of his hands, twisted around, and closed my mouth to hide the fangs.
As soon as I faced him, he tenderly rested his hand around my neck, but didn’t squeeze. That hand kept me against the wall and unable to move forward.
He took his other hand, stroked my cheek, and then combed through my locs.
His eyes met mine, and I stopped breathing for a few seconds, paralyzed by his gaze.
This is better…I think.
Azar shifted his focus to my firm nipples as they poked out in his direction, begging him to lick them.
His voice came out low and unsteady. “Open your legs.”
