Page 25 of My Guardian Demon

His lips left my nipple and went back to my throat, though his tail continued to tease my nipples. He murmured against my skin, "So wet for me."

He continued his throat kisses and caresses with his tail as he pumped his fingers in and out, driving me to the brink. I clung to him and moaned his name.

When he curled his fingers and hit the perfect spot inside me, I climaxed with a groan and my body throbbed around his fingers.

"Beautiful." He smiled at me. "You're gorgeous when you cum."

He kept moving his fingers and helped me ride out my orgasm.

When the last flutter was over, he pulled his fingers and tail free. He tied the strings back around my neck and made sure my bikini was back in place. Onyx didn't move, though, and my hips were still around him. I could feel how hard he was.

"What about you?"

"I'm okay right now." His soft lips met mine, and he leisurely kissed me for a long time. After he'd thoroughly kissed me, he said, "I wanted to do something for you. You've been working so hard lately. Enjoy it."

I looked at his content face and said, "I've been meaning to ask you. How does sex between us work?"

Onyx raised his eyebrows. "I didn't think you were a virgin, Wynn. Usually tab A goes into slot B. Sometimes slot C if we're feeling kinky."

I laughed and lightly smacked his chest. "That's not what I meant, smartass. I mean I'm a human and you're a demon. Can I get pregnant? I have an IUD. Do I need it?"

"You have an IUD? I can have you bare? Yessss." He bit my shoulder to contain his excitement — playfully, not hard enough to leave a mark.

"Onyx. Concentrate."

His mouth let go. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Humans and demons can have children, so yes we need birth control until we're ready. When two demons have a child, it's an incubus or a succubus — demons who visit people in their sleep, essentially. When a human and a demon have a child, it's a cambion — half human, half demon." He made me look him in the eyes. "I can be witha human. There's no reason to think we can't be together or that you need to be a demoness. We can beus."

I trailed my fingers over his face and studied him. His wet hair was slicked back from his face and his eyes twinkled mischievously. Even with demon skin and a missing nose, Onyx was handsome. I didn't even notice most of the time anymore. "How were you born? You're not an incubus." My fingers found his lips.

He kissed my fingertips. "My father is Lucifer himself. I wasn't born traditionally. I can't father another demon like me. Any child I have will be a specific type of demon — or a cambion if I can convince you to stay with me. Eventually. I want you to myself for now."

I chuckled. "I like you. Staying together shouldn’t be a problem." I kissed him then said softly, "I don't want kids right now, either. My IUD should work while we want it to, right?"

He bit his bottom lip and looked me over. "Yes, it should. You do not know how excited that makes me."

I tightened my legs around him and ground along his hard cock. I smiled and said, "Oh, I think I do have an idea."

Chapter 13

Onyx

He screamed. A top of his lungs, chilled to the bone, fearful scream. I quickly gagged him with a wad of cloth and tied a strap around to hold it before he could disturb Wynn.

The man suspended on my torture rack felt genuine fear. It radiated off him in waves. I closed my eyes and breathed in that energy.

I grinned.

The man was a child trafficker and rapist. I could feel the evil in his pores. Truthfully, I didn't care what he'd done. I'd received written orders to make him suffer. Whatever evil he'd committed, he'd pay for it now.

I picked a scalpel up from my metal surgical table, which I kept near my torture rack. A filter played through the bedroom, the location of my torture rack, making any noises of torture sound like sex. Not that he'd be heard over his gag. The metal of the scalpel made asnicksound as I picked it up.

My gaze settled on the gagged man suspended by chains on my torture rack. His legs stretched down and arms stretched above his head. He was stretched naked. His flaccid dick withered between his legs. One more turn of the rack's crank, his arms and legs would pop out of socket.

I dragged the blade of the scalpel down the guy's arm, right under his skin. He groaned against the gag and tears streamed down his face. I made more incisions over his arms and thighs, along the sides.

He sobbed, begged against his gag, and pulled against the chains.

I smirked. I loved my job. "You aren't getting away." I put down the scalpel and picked up forceps. "I have plans for you." My eyes twinkled. "Any guesses what I'm going to do?" When he continued to cry and plead, I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with 'we're going for a drive.' Four words."

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