Page 46 of The Demigod

But then… then… something felt different as his tongue slipped out, teasing around my nipple.

“Daemon?” I asked, my voice high as I stiffened.

When he lifted his head, his eyes were molten—and perhaps redder than before?—and another of those devilish little smiles tugged at his lips.

Then, seeming to know the unspoken question, his tongue slipped out, showing me what I had been feeling.

Hisforkedtongue.

“Didn’t you notice before?” he asked, ducking his head to kiss down my belly. “When I had my mouth all over your sweet pussy?”

“I… I…” I couldn’t find the words, with the need growing through me.

“Maybe you need another demonstration,” he said, his face just above my sex.

He sat back on his heels. Then my pants and panties were gone, he was spreading my thighs, and his face was between.

This time, yes, I could feel the difference; I understood why the orgasm had been so quick and intense the last time.

The sides of his tongue slid up the sides of my clit, they circled around it.

My thighs were shaking, my moans loud and uncontrolled.

My hand slapped down on his head, feeling something that hadn’t been there before, either.

Something hard sticking out of his soft hair.

My eyes opened even as my fingers teased around it.

A horn.

His horns.

I mean,of course, he had horns; I’d seen them before. But they weren’t there most of the time. Maybe they only came out when his emotions were high.

Somehow, that fact only made my desire ratchet up. My hands went to each of them, wrapping around them and using them to hold on.

A growl escaped Daemon at the move, and he went back to eating me with more fervor. His fingers slipped inside of me, thrusting wildly as my hips rocked against him, and my moans filled the room.

“Yes, Dae—fuck,” I cried as the orgasm screamed through me, overtaking me completely, leaving my thighs clutching around his head, my whole body stretched taut as the pleasure crested over and over.

The second my thighs released him, he sat back, looking down at me with eyes that I was sure, now, were burning red.

“You like them, huh?” he asked, tipping his head to the side as he unzipped my hoodie.

“Yes,” I told him. There was no use denying it. There was something about them.

“And my tongue,” he said, reaching for my hands to pull me to a seated position so he could remove my three layers of tops.

“Yes,” I agreed, reaching for his shirt—a new one he must have borrowed from Arick after his shower.

He smelled different—earthy and spicy.

I leaned in, breathing in the scent, then pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.

“You’re so warm,” I said, pressing my cheek to his skin as my hands teased up and down his ribs.

It wasn’t long, though, before those curious hands of mine were moving across his waistband, pulling his pants down to expose his straining cock.

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