Page 59 of Bad Demon

I took her hand, lifting it to my mouth, and she watched, wide-eyed, as I dragged my tongue over her delicate fingers, getting them nice and wet. I had to choke down my snarl when I got my first taste of her pussy. Her own healing abilities would heal her fast, but nowhere near as fast as mine.

“Now, I want you to spread yourself, Tink, and gently slide my saliva anywhere it’s sore. Can you do that?”

She nodded again, her face still deep red, her breathing growing more rapid. The scent of her pussy reached me, heavier now. She was getting wet again, and my cock was hard as stone, straining behind my jeans. I ignored it, focusing solely on her, on making her feel better.

Releasing her wrist wasn’t easy. I wanted to keep touching her, but I couldn’t do that, so instead, I watched her hand disappear under the sheet. Her legs spread wider under it, and then she exhaled hard when her hand made contact with her raw flesh.

“Oh, it feels …”

“Soothing?”

“Yes, it’s cooling, but warm and …” She bit her lip, and I could see her hand moving under the thin fabric.

“A bit more, and you should be all healed.” I licked my lips in anticipation. “Give me your hand again, baby.”

Her hand slipped back out, and her lids quivered as I lifted her fingers to my mouth. This time, when I dragged my tongue over her digits, her taste was so much stronger, and my fucking eyes rolled back in my head. My balls actually fucking tightened, and my cock pulsed so deeply—that for a moment, I thought I might disgrace myself.

It took all my control not to suck her fingers into my mouth, but somehow, I resisted. This wasn’t about me; this was for her—only her. I released her, and she did it again, only now, a little whimper escaped her when she slid her fingers over her abused clit.

“Better?” I asked, my voice so deep that it was all beast now.

“Y-yes. It’s not sore anymore.”

“That’s good, baby. And I know you want this over with, but if you rush it, you’ll end up back where you were when I walked into the bathroom. You need to start slow. Be gentle. Your pussy is delicate. The only time it gets abused is when it’s the good kind—the kind you want, the kind that makes your eyes roll the fuck back and has you begging for more. You don’t hurt yourself, okay?”

That pussy belonged to me, and it deserved to be worshipped at every opportunity.

“You never hurt yourself.”

She nodded. Sweet fucking Lucifer, her lips were swollen and dark from her sharp little teeth and fangs. Images of me leaning in and sucking that plump lower one into my mouth and tasting it invaded my mind.

“You usually circle it first or lightly rub?”

She was panting now, and the scent of her arousal filled the fucking room.

“Circles first.”

“Okay, good. Start with that, Tink.”

Her hand moved under the sheet, and her breath caught.

“Feels good?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, her eyes fucking locked on me.

“No pain, baby?”

“No.”

The reason females came back to us over and over again was because we knew when a sexual partner liked what we were doing. We had the ability to register what they were feeling and could zero in and give her exactly what she needed. Yes, I could tell she was getting close by the way she’d picked up speed under the sheet, but I could also sense it and feel it.

“Don’t rush. Take it slow.”

She nodded, her lashes fluttering as her hand moved faster, ignoring me, chasing how good it felt.

Fuck, she was almost there already.

“You gonna come, sweetness?”

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