Page 22 of My Silent Demon

My heart leapt, and a growl escaped my mouth. Yes. She could have so much more than a kiss. Whatever she wanted. I’d fuck her senseless. Whenever, wherever.

No! I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. Humans were fragile. I couldn’t lose control with her. She could get hurt. I must remember at all times.

I opened my eyes and looked at N.

She quickly blinked away tears, and a blank look settled over her face.

Alarmed, I cupped her cheek in my hand. What happened?

With a monotone voice, she said, “Forget I said anything. Let’s just go back to ignoring each other.”

Understanding dawned on me. Fuck. She believed I rejected her.

No,I thought.That’s not what I meant. I’m an idiot.

Desperately, my lips crashed onto hers.

She made a noise of surprise at first, but then she melted into the kiss. Her soft lips formed to mine, and, at its first opportunity, my tongue slipped into her mouth.

N laughed and pulled away. I flashed her a concerned look. She blushed and covered her mouth with her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Your tongue... It’s not like a human tongue. It tickles.”

I grinned.

Her green eyes widened when she realized what she said, and she grasped for my hands. “Not that that’s bad or anything. It’s different.“

I laughed and kissed her cheek.

You need lots of practice to get used to it then, hmm?I thought. I raised an eyebrow at her.

The thought of teasing me crossed her face. But it quickly vanished, and she simply answered, “Yes, all the practice.”

Yes. Without hesitation, I kissed her. My hands went into her hair. I was done denying myself the pleasure of this woman. I tried to be a self-sacrificing demon, but no more. N was mine.

Before I could close my eyes, her hand rubbed her lower stomach. Concerned, I broke the kiss.

What’s wrong?I asked.

“It’s nothing.” She tried to kiss me again.

I avoided her lips and pressed my forehead to hers.Tell me.

“It’s okay. I’m on my period. The cramps are bad this month, but I’ll be fine. I took some pain medicine.”

I grinned and bit my bottom lip. She had no idea how much that spoke to me. My half-mast dick instantly hardened.

I wrapped N’s legs around my hips and kissed her. She seemed to be adjusting to my tongue. When she lost herself in the kiss, I stood. I gripped my hands on her ass and carried her to the bedroom, our lips never breaking. Gently, I laid her on the bed. N was so out of her head that she didn’t even notice the torture rack against the wall, which made pride swell in my chest. Leaning over her and still kissing, my hands went to her waist and unbuttoned her jeans.

She broke the kiss. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. “You can’t. We’re not having sex. I’m not easy, and I’m on my period. We can make out but nothing below the belt.”

Relax. Don’t worry about your period. I’ll help you with your cramps.

I couldn’t hold back my smile as I tugged her panties and jeans off her legs. My blood kink would come in handy here. I circled my fingertips around her clit. Slowly, I stroked her until I had her worked up and panting. Then I dipped my fingers between her lower lips. She moaned and closed her eyes. I captured the string of her tampon between my fingers.

Her eyes flew open, and she protested, “Don’t take that out. I’ll bleed on your sheets!”

I don’t care.

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