Page 22 of Dreaming of the Demon

“So that’s the reason you’re staying? Just to fulfill an obligation?”

“No, I’m staying because Iwantto. Because over the last six months we’ve been dreaming of each other, I realized what a unique woman you are, Celia. And that I want to get to know you better—muchbetter.”

I started to answer, but he took my mouth again in a much more passionate and urgent kiss this time. I couldn’t help myself—I gave in and kissed him back. I let my hands wander over his broad chest and breathed in his warm, smoke and spice scent as the two of us kissed each other hungrily and deeply.

But Malik wasn’t content just to taste my mouth. A moment later, he broke the kiss. Before I could protest, he brushed my hair away from my neck and began to kiss me there, too, nibbling and flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin to send pleasure racing through my whole body.

My neck has always been an erogenous zone for me. The minute he started kissing me there, I felt my body reacting. My nipples got so tight they almost hurt and my pussy was suddenly wet and hot. My clit was throbbing again and I shifted on the couch, wondering vaguely if it had anything to do with the way he had stung me with his tail when he had first appeared in my bed.

“Mmm, as a matter of fact, that’sexactlywhat’s happening,” Malik murmured against my neck.

“Uh, what?” I panted, barely able to concentrate.

Malik looked up, his eyes half-lidded.

“The aching you feel in your sweet little clit is a result of my venom,” he said.

“Your venom?” My eyes got wide, though I couldn’t gettooupset—I was too turned on for that.

“Yes, my venom,” he repeated and suddenly his tail was hovering just in my line of sight. “In small quantities it brings intense pleasure and sensitivity. Watch…”

And before I could protest, he reached into my t-shirt and bra and pulled out one of my breasts. Before I could stop him, the end of his tail was curling around my breast while the pointed tip teased lightly at my tight nipple.

“Hey,” I protested breathlessly. “Don’t really sting me, okay?”

“Why not? It doesn’t have to hurt—you just weren’t prepared for it last time,” he said. “Now you know what’s coming, you should feel only pleasure.”

“But—” I began but then the tip of his tail suddenly pressed directly against my nipple.

I expected to feel a sharp stinging sensation but, as Malik had promised there wasn’t even a pinch or any pain at all. Instead, I felt a sensation of intense pleasure—almost like I was having an orgasm through my nipple, if that makes any sense.

“Oh!” I gasped, writhing on the couch.

“See? It feels good, doesn’t it?” Malik gave me a devilish smile. “And see how much more sensitive your nipple is now?”

Looking down, I could see that the nipple he had stung was indeed looking more sensitive. It was darker and larger than it had been—almost as though it was swollen with pleasure.

“Look, let’s do a comparison.” Reaching into my shirt again, Malik pulled out my other breast. Holding my eyes with his the whole time, he leaned forward and captured my un-stung nipple in his mouth.

I moaned breathlessly as he circled my nipple with his tongue. It feltreallygood. I’ve always liked having my breasts and nipples played with—as long as the guy knows what he’s doing—and the big Incubusdefinitelydid.

Reluctantly, I thought, he let my nipple slip from his lips.

“That was nice, wasn’t it?” he murmured.

I nodded mutely. It had been a whole lot more than just “nice.”

“But see how much better it feels when I sting you first,” Malik went on.

Leaning down again, he took my other nipple—the one he’d stung with his tail—between his lips and began to tease it exactly the same way.

I nearly jumped out of my skin! The pleasure of his hot mouth enveloping me and his talented tongue swirling around my swollen peak was multiplied exponentially. I gasped and grabbed for his horns, but I didn’t know if I was trying to push him away…or pull him closer.

“Oh! Oh my God—Malik!” I moaned, thrusting my chest out to offer him more. “Oh, that feels so good but I think I’m going to…going to come if you don’t stop!”

He pulled back at last, giving me a knowing smile.

“And do youwantto come like this, Celia?” he murmured. “Or would you rather come with my mouth between your thighs?”

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