Page 11 of Demon's Claim

"You know, for someone who claims to want me to stay close, you sure spend a lot of time avoiding me," she says, tilting her head. The motion exposes the curve of her neck, and my mouth goes dry.

"I have duties to attend to." The words come out rougher than intended.

"Really?" She traces a finger along the stone wall, but her eyes never leave mine. "Because it seems like you're just afraid."

Heat flares in my chest. "Afraid? Of what?"

"Of admitting you might actually enjoy my company." She steps closer, and the air between us crackles with tension. "I've seen how you watch me when you think I'm not looking."

My jaw clenches. "You're imagining things."

"Am I?" Her lips curve into a knowing smile. "Then why are you still here?"

The question catches me off guard. Why am I still here? I could walk away, maintain the distance I've tried so hard to keep. But something about her pulls at me, like gravity itself has shifted.

"This is dangerous ground you're treading," I warn, but my voice lacks its usual edge.

She reaches out, her fingers hovering just above my arm. "Maybe I like dangerous ground."

The touch, when it comes, sends electricity through my skin. Her hand is warm, soft, everything I've tried to forget I wanted. I should push her away, but instead, I find myself leaning into her touch.

"Elara..." Her name comes out as a growl.

"Yes?" She looks up at me through her lashes, and something inside me snaps.

I grab her wrist, not roughly, but firmly enough to make her gasp. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"Who says I can't finish it?" She presses closer, and my body responds traitorously to her proximity.

Elara's eyes widen as I pull her close, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dueling as we explore each other's mouths. The heat between us is palpable, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest.

I break the kiss, panting heavily. "Elara..." I growl, my voice low and husky.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes?" she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.

Without another word, I pull her closer and begin to undo the buttons on her blouse. She gasps as I reveal her lacy bra, the fabric barely containing her full breasts. My fingers trace the outline of her nipples through the material, sending shivers down her spine.

"Lucian..." she moans softly, arching into my touch.

I can't resist any longer. I lower my head and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently as I run my tongue over the sensitive skin. Elara's hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she moans loudly.

As I continue to tease and torment her nipples with my mouth and hands, Elara begins to squirm beneath me. Her breathing becomes ragged and uneven as she reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in a frenzy.

I stand up suddenly, pulling Elara with me until she's standing on her tiptoes to reach me. Our eyes lock as I reach down and unbutton her pants, pushing them down along with her underwear until they pool at her feet. She steps out of them nervously, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation in her eyes.

Without another word, I drop to my knees in front of Elara and bury my face between her legs. She gasps loudly as my tongue slides between her folds, flicking against her clit with expert precision. Her hands grip the back of my head tightly as she moans softly, arching into my touch with each stroke of my tongue.

I continue to pleasure Elara relentlessly until she's on the brink of orgasm - then I stop suddenly, leaving her panting and desperate for release. "Lucian..." she whimpers plaintively, gripping the back of the couch for support as she tries to steady herself after the sudden halt in pleasure.

I can feel the urgency in Elara’s touch, the raw need that courses through her veins like wildfire. Her breath hitches as Islide my hands down her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her thighs. It's intoxicating, the way she responds to me—abandoning all inhibition, all pretense of resistance.

"Lucian, please..." she breathes, her voice a tremulous whisper that fans the flames of my own desire.

I smirk against her skin, my lips trailing a path of heat up the inside of her thigh. "Patience, love," I murmur, my voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through her very core.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging with a sweet, desperate urgency. It's a silent plea, one I'm all too eager to answer. I bury my face between her legs once more, my tongue delving into her wetness with a renewed fervor. She tastes like sin and salvation, a heady combination that has me aching for more.

Elara's moans fill the room, echoing off the stone walls as I work her higher and higher. Her body trembles beneath my touch, her legs quivering as she nears the edge. I can feel the moment she breaks, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she cries out my name.

---