Page 68 of Their Demon

I hadn’t even realized I’d looked away, past him, dissociating completely. When I looked back at him, he relaxed.

“Stay with me, okay? I’ll make sure all you ever feel is mind-blowing pleasure if you stay with me,” he said with so much sincerity, I had a feeling there was a double meaning there. “I won’t let you go, Lillian. I’ve got you.”

I nodded, his words sinking beneath my skin and impaling my heart.

My hand moved down, and my fingers slipped inside easily, thanks to the arousal he’d managed to pull from me. His shadows moved my hand until I was fucking myself with one finger, then two. By the time my third finger entered me, my other hand was drifting down across my belly until it reached my throbbing clit.

“Breathe,” he reminded me, and I released the breath I’d been holding. “I’ve got you. You’re safe here. You need this. You want this. Youdeservethis.” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he fed me the most beautiful words, ones I didn’t know I needed to hear. “You’re such a good girl, taking your fingers so well. Hear that?” He paused, allowing me to listen to the wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out of my pussy. “You love this.”

I bit my lip, loving the way he spoke to me, a mix of bewitchment and dirty talk. His eyes tracked the movement, and for a split second, I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me.

I can’t describe the sound that left my mouth as my other hand reached my clit, both hands working hard to bring my building orgasm closer. It was something between a moan, a growl, and a scream. I didn’t have the chance to be embarrassed before a fourth finger slipped in alongside the others, stretching my walls.

“There you go, just like that,” he continued to praise me, drinking in my reactions to his help.

“Please,” I begged as I felt the beginning waves of the orgasm we’d been eagerly chasing.

He didn’t speak. He just held my chin, staring me down, his shadows holding me firmly and taking me places I’d neverimagined. When I felt the pressure of them start to disappear from my hands, I tried to look down.

“Keir, I need your—”

“Don’t. Stop,” he commanded with a growl.

My orgasm wasright there, and he was abandoning me when I needed him most.

I started to pull my hands away from my body, but his hand came down on the inside of one of my thighs, making me yelp. It hurt, but I didn’tnotlike it, and I mewled when he did it a second time.

“Don’t fucking stop, princess. If you stop, I won’t let you come at all, and you’ll have to go to bed a fucking mess with an unrelenting ache between your thighs, one I won’t let you relieve.”

My breath hitched. He was dead serious.

I focused on my hands, moving them the way he’d been, feeling the pressure build back up in the pit of my stomach, ready to explode. I was doing this by myself, and it felt so good.

His expressions only added to the experience, looking like he wanted to put me on my hands and knees and fuck the hell out of me. I imagined what it would be like to have him inside me, claiming me, making me his. The way he’d grab my hair and use it to thrust deeper. The way he’d smack my ass as he filled me up with his cum. The way he would command my body, wrench orgasm after orgasm from me.

“I’m coming!” I yelled as the dam broke and my body shook uncontrollably.

He watched as I shattered before him, unable to speak or moan as wave after wave took me under, drowning me. His grip on my face didn’t relent. His shadows didn’t let my legs close, even though I pulled against them. He just watched me endure one of the most life-changing orgasms I’d ever had.

I couldn’t make my hands stop fucking and rubbing myself through the aftermath, chasing every ounce of pleasure I could from myself.

“You did it, princess.” He let go of my face, and his shadows retreated as well. His hands glided down my arms until he held my hands, pulling them up so we were both wrapped around my body. “I’m so proud of you.” Those words made me melt into him, and had I not been totally spent by what we’d just done, my pussy would have been screaming for more.

Who was I kidding? She was screaming for more.

I continued to shake with post-orgasm spasms as he held me against him, now acutely aware of his extremely hard length pressed against my back.

I wiggled my hips, grinding against him, and he growled. “None of that.” I started to speak, but he cut me off. “Tonight was about you. Tomorrow is a big day. You need your rest now that your energy is spent.” He paused and searched my face. “It is spent, right?”

I chuckled and leaned further into him. “Yes. Definitely spent.”

He hugged me tighter, as though he didn’t want to let me go, and then said, “You’re going to shower, brush your hair and teeth, then come to bed and sleep. Everything you need is in the top drawer to the right of the sink.”

I started to move, but his arms didn’t let me go. “Keir, you have to let me go if I’m going to shower.”

“I know,” he said before he planted his face in the crook of my neck and took a big breath in through his nose. “I could shower with you.”

I was stunned, speechless. Keir showerwithme? What had gotten into him? Was I fucking dreaming?

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