Page 91 of Bad Demon

I did. At that moment, I wanted it more than anything else I’d ever wanted.

He frowned. “You do.”

Not a question. My desire for him was obviously written all over my face, and of course, there was the fact that he was a hound, so he could smell how much I wanted that, how much I wanted him.

“You scared after what happened? Are you”—his nostrils flared, and his eyes flashed red—“sore?”

I shook my head.

“We don’t have to do that. You don’t want me to touch you there, Tink, I won’t. I can get your toy, and we can do what we did last time.” It had been among my things when he’d dropped all my stuff off here the day after I left.

I shook my head again, struggling to say the words, feeling frustrated and humiliated. Lost.

He massaged my waist. Patient—always so fucking patient and kind.

“After what you’ve been through, I get this might not be something you want. I’m so cool with that, Tink. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything, but, Fern, you gotta talk to me. I’ll never fucking forgive myself if I scare you or hurt you.”

I had to say it, didn’t I? I had to say the words because I would not let Relic think he was doing something wrong.

“I’m not scared or hurt. I avoid that part of me because … becausehemade it something clinical, something that he used to hurt me.” I bit my lip and hated when angry tears filled my eyes. “How can you want to touch me there after what you saw? How can you want me at all now that you know what he did to me?”

He flashed his sharp fangs. “There is nothing—not one fucking thing—wrong with you, Fern. I don’t see those things. I see a fucking feisty, beautiful, sexy, hot-as-fuck little female. You drive me fucking crazy with hunger. You have no idea, baby, how much I want you. None.”

There was no missing the conviction in his voice.

“You really see me that way?” I whispered. “You really want me?”

“My dick is so fucking hard right now, sweetness. Fuck, just look at you. Those gorgeous, round tits. These fucking thighs and an ass I want to take a bite out of. Do I want you?” He blew out a shaky breath. “Again, you have no fucking idea, Fern. Fucking none.”

My heart was pounding, and the blood was rushing with force through my veins. I reached down and touched his square jaw. “Then, please, Relic, will you lick me? I need you to show me how good it can be. I need you to give that to me.”

I could love this male, if I let myself. I could fall so deeply in love with him, but that wasn’t an option for me. So instead, I could let myself have this moment with him now.

His snarl vibrated through me before he gripped my ass in those wonderful hands, dipped his head, and dragged his hot tongue through my pussy. I cried out, arching against the mattress, but Relic held me in place. Covering me with his hot mouth, he sent me into another realm, a realm where only pleasure existed. I lost control completely, and locking my legs around his head, I lifted my hips, rocking against his mouth. The vibrations coming from him told me he liked it—the way I reacted. And the hungry way he sucked and licked me told me that he liked the way I tasted, and that just turned me on more.

When I was panting and shaking, he slid his tongue inside me, licking me deep, while his thumb slid over my clit, and I broke, shuddering and crying out, coming against his mouth.

He didn’t let up until I collapsed. Only then did his licks and kisses slow. Finally, he kissed my inner thigh and lifted his head. His eyes were dark and hot, wild.

“You want my fingers for your second one?”

I nodded. Oh, sweet Lucifer, yes. I wanted that badly.

His eyes stayed on me as he slid one long, thick finger inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned at the feel of him filling me before he slid back out. “I-I like that.”

“Thought you might. You’re fucking dripping, Tink. You want more?”

I bit my lip and nodded, wantonly spreading my thighs wider, and he added another finger.

“Like that even more, don’t you, sweetness?”

“Mm-hmm.” I couldn’t talk as he moved faster, deeper.

In his eyes, there was no hesitation, no disgust, no fear that he was hurting me. He trusted me to tell him the truth, and he loved making me feel good. He truly wanted me at that moment in a way no one else ever had.

He crawled up the bed, those fingers still moving inside me, faster now, and lay facing me. I pressed closer to him, lifting my thigh over his hip, and he curled his other hand around the side of my throat and took my mouth again, kissing me hungrily.

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