Page 53 of Spookily Yours

I was aching, squirming with need after he worked me up without letting me come.

Damien playfully swatted my ass. “Be still.”

I’d never found getting spanked hot before, but the look in his eyes…Damn.

The demon’s long legs quickly devoured up the space, and he kicked in the door before dropping me down on the bed.

His eyes were only slits as they traced over my naked body, from the line of my bare neck down to my tits and then to the panties that still covered me.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he mumbled, quickly stripping out of his clothes. Damien’s eyes never left me as he dropped each article on the floor—until the only thing that remained was his briefs. The outline of his hardened length pressed against them, begging to be freed.

I sat up, reaching for his waistband, ready to give him the same treatment he had me. Sliding my thumbs into either side of his boxers, I pushed them down, eagerly freeing his cock.

Feeling him through his pants earlier had given me some idea of his size, but… My eyes widened. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before, and I suddenly wondered what he would taste like. I ran a finger up his hardened length, watching him shudder at my touch.

Oh.I really liked that.

Only Damien clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, grabbing my hands before I could play with him any further. “Easy, witch. I have more plans for you.”

I frowned. “But—”

Damien clicked his tongue, silencing me by pushing me down to the bed and threading his hand through my underwear. I expected him to roll them down, or slowly drag them off of my body, but instead, in a quick motion that left me dizzy, he ripped them off with a devilish grin.

“I liked those,” I said with a frown.

He shook his head mischievously. “I’ll get you new ones. Now, be a good girl and let me lick your pussy, Willow.”

My cheeks flushed as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioning me so he could kneel in front of me. Placing his head level with my opening, he gripped the insides of my thighs, spreading them apart roughly.

Burying his head in between my legs, the first swipe of his tongue against my clit made me shudder. He groaned as his tongue lapped against me, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

So sweet,his voice said into my mind.

“Damien,” I begged, as he swirled and licked and drove me wild, not giving me the pressure that I needed. “I need—”

“Shhh, baby,” he soothed, slipping his fingers back inside of me. Those apt fingers moved against my walls while he continued giving my clit attention with his mouth. “Gonna take care of you.”

I didn’t hold back my voice, the little noises he made me emit with each movement, or the moan when he sucked my clit into his mouth. There was no stopping the sensations unfurling inside of me, how close I was getting—

Damien looked up, his gaze connecting with mine even as he kneeled between my thighs. “Want you to come for me, Willow. Let me feel it on my tongue.”

This time, his tongue darted inside of me, tasting me directly, and he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in circles as his tongue explored my insides.

“Oh,Gods.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “No Gods here. Just your Demon.”

Mydemon. I didn’t care what anyone thought—he was.Mine.

That was the thought that I tipped over the edge with, with his tongue inside of me and those talented fingers making me come harder than I thought I ever had in my life.

Damien pulled back, his lips swollen, traces of me still glistening on them. I blushed. “Fuck, little witch. That was…” He placed a kiss on the inside of my thighs before standing up.

My heart was still racing. “Yeah.” I didn’t have the words, still panting from the exertion of my orgasm. No one had ever made me come so fast before, and I thought maybe it was all him. That the knowledge that he was the one playing with my body, lighting me on fire…

Sitting up, I looked between us, my finger reaching out to swipe the pre-cum from the head of his cock. I wanted him inside of me, wanted to know what it felt like to be joined together. He was so hard, his tip practically weeping, begging for a release of his own.

“Shit.” I blurted out, a thought suddenly occurring to me. “I don’t have any—” Protection.

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