Page 45 of Soul Food

I could see her nipples through the thin gown she wore—sharp points rising and falling with each pant. Ruth was capable of going solo, she did it every night. She knew how to take care of herself. I’d watched her at every stage, from her highs to her lows. I’d seen all of her—over and over again but not like—the object of her attention.

I had rules I abided by, but I was still a demon and thought nothing of watching her all the time. It was a part of getting her soul.

Control was a must for a demon. You didn’t live in the human world as one without it if you wanted to stay alive. That was why I had rules, and I was the very definition of restraint. I was nothing but control. I breathed it. I slept it. I ate it, and I lived by it.

I didn’t eat more souls than I had to. I didn’t go on killing sprees. I justlived.

But then there wasthissoul.

And then I truly discovered how much self-discipline I had. It didn’t matter that I was a soul reaper. It didn’t matter that her soul was human, or that she was soul food. There was no watching Ruth Thomas for as long as I had without actuallyseeingher.

But like I said.Control. I had it in spades, and my soul food thought she could take it from me? The only thing I’d admit was my body had no choice but to respond to everything about her. Ruth was extraordinary, exactly like the soul I wanted to eat. She was my Achilles’ heel, and here I was unable to walk away from my downfall.

She bent her legs and her gown rode up even further giving me a glimpse of white lace. Her other strap fell and slid down further.

My cock lay hard against the side of my leg, straining against the pants I wore. In this form, all I could do was watch as my dick twitched. Hell, even in reaping form she moved my shadowy presence into one of desire and heat. It had no problems that she was food or human. Except I had never had a reaction to any human woman before. I didn’t care about their physical appearance when I only sought out souls. I never looked at one twice. I’d never become so obsessive over any woman—demon or human before her. I’d never felt my restraint so tested like I had every day since finding her. It was a double-edged sword when staying so close to someone for so long.

And right now?Control.

When I was the object her attention was focused on?Control.

The way Ruth watched me steadily—practically eye-fucking me every time she saw me.

But still.Control. This was nothing but a means to making my soul food happy. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I’m waiting.”Fuck.My words almost sounded like a stutter.

“For this?” She brought one hand up to her stomach and tugged at the silk until it pulled away from her breasts. Too bad I never allowed anyone to grab them. There was so much to hold. She’d despise me if she knew the truth. I’d make her soul bright once more before I ate it, and she’d never know anything else.

I held my breath as she caressed a nipple and pinched, then licked her lips lasciviously. She liked this.

She covered herself up. When I felt myself beginning to frown, I immediately schooled my expression. I wasn’t bothered that she hid herself from me. “You too.”

“Me too what?” I hesitated, still eyeing the breasts she had hidden from view.

She arched an eyebrow. “I want to see some of you. Then I’ll show a little more. Amit, give me something to work with.” There was a playful smirk on her lips.

I wish there was more reluctance on my part. Instead, my cock throbbed uncomfortably, completely willing to give her what she wanted. And that was all this was, me giving her what she wanted. With that thought in mind, it was easier to give into Ruth. Not because I was at her mercy, she was at mine. “What is it you want to see?” I asked.

She chuckled sweetly, then covered her face briefly with one hand like she was embarrassed. “Undo your zipper, Amit. Let’s come together.” Right after she said it, she uncovered her eyes and breasts at the same time. I groaned as they sprang free, her taut nipples pulling my attention. She then bent her legs up toward her chest, covering her breasts again and reached for her lace panties, pulling them down excruciatingly slow. My breath caught and my dick grew harder as I watched her torturous moves. The way the white material clung to her hips as she tugged, then inch by inch, slid off her smooth, dark legs until she was bare. When Ruth parted her thighs, heat seeped up my neck as I took in her glistening pussy. She slipped her fingers between her folds, and I felt the flair of need—for her. It consumed me as I swallowed. I was thoroughly fucked up. The fluid leaking from my cock was proof that turning back wasn’t an option.

Sometimes—almost—I felt like my soul food touched me when she wasn’t. Never physically, but her presence… Something about her threatened to overwhelm me. Many times in my reaping form while being near her, I swear I’ve seen her soul shift in her body and reach out to me—I had to imagine it since souls, especially humans, couldn’t move like soul reapers—yet, there I saw and sensed it moving in what I thought to be a sensual pattern. Like it was yearning for me, then the sweet, natural scent of cherry blossoms would send my reaping form into a quivering mess.

Funny how when it wasn’t her soul, her body did the same to me.

Lars possessed her dog at the moment, but he knew better than to stick around. I was free to give her what she wanted. Not because my skin was sweaty with anticipation. I’d show her what she wanted to see because that’s what I did. I gave her what she wanted. I was the governor, the regulator, the controller to her every whim even if she didn’t know it.

Using my free hand, I unzipped my pants. I could tell she heard it. She stopped moving on the screen. I pulled them down—no boxers beneath. The pulse at the tip of my cock grew steadily worse as I revealed myself to her, pointing the screen down so she could see it for herself. I studied her reaction. Her tongue darted out over her bottom lip and her breath hitched. That helpless, aroused look took over her glassy eyes. I further hardened underneath her heavy-lidded gaze as her lips parted and a needy gasp tumbled out.

Sweet, sweet soul food, what I wanted to do to you.

Control,I admonished myself.

“Aren’t you going to grab it?” she practically pleaded instead of asked.

I chuckled. “Ruth, I don’t self-indulge. In any way.” The lie felt bitter on my tongue. While it was true I didn’t jack off, there was something I did get every time I watched her bring herself to climax most nights, even if I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was earth-shattering and profoundlydifferent.

Soul reapers had emotions, don’t get me wrong. A lot of those emotions were the reasons my kind was nearly extinct. Self-indulgence led to death. I was one to believe emotions were beneath me. I simply lived by my own rules. So, the fact that my soul food was on the verge of asking me to partake in masturbation was laughable. It didn’t matter that I fought against this very thing daily because of her. The urge around her was strong and sometimes I questioned my control—how long or when it would diminish and I despised myself for it. I didn’t live this long to shatter who I was completely for…for Ruth.

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