Page 48 of The Demigod

I crashed down hard, body shaking, breath catching.

Daemon thrust hard and deep through it, milking it for all it was worth, then slamming to the base as a growl escaped him.

His weight came fully down on me after, his warmth seeping into me, as my heart hammered and my breath rushed out of me.

My mind felt slow and thick from the pleasure. Until, suddenly, my common sense came rushing back.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, pushing at his shoulders.

“Nope. Wrong direction,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Daemon, off,” I grumbled, pushing his shoulders, then planting my feet on his hips and pushing.

“What is it?” he asked, brows pinched as he sat back on his heels, his body gloriously on display. “What happened?” he asked.

How could I be sostupid?

“We did not just do that.”

“We did. And we did it well,” he said, shooting me a self-satisfied smile.

“We didn’t use anything.”

“Toys?” he asked. “I love a good toy…”

“Protection,” I said, wondering how close the nearest pharmacy was.

“We didn’t need it,” he said, shrugging.

“Um, yes we did.”

“No, sweetness,” he said, hand massaging my knee. “I can’t carry any diseases,” he told me, making my stomach unclench. “And I can only get you pregnant if we really, really want it.”

“You’re sure?” I asked, legs pressed tightly together.

“Positive. But if it makes you feel better, I’ve always used it in the past. Human women… they can’t exactly know what I am. So I wouldn’t be able to explain all this. But, fuck, was it nice to be raw with you,” he said, fingers slipping up and down the outsides of my thighs. “Love the idea of you having my come inside you right now.”

It was vulgar and weird, but somehow, my sex clenched in agreement.

“You do too,” he said, taking a deep breath. Almost like… oh, God. Could he, like, smell my desire?

That was kind of—thrilling, sexy—weird.

“I, uh, need to find the restroom,” I said.

Daemon jumped to his feet, reaching down for my hands, then pulled me onto my own feet.

“Right there,” he said, gesturing.

Thankfully, he turned away so I could penguin-waddle into the bathroom without being seen.

After cleaning up, I inspected myself in the mirror, finding my skin actually had a little color, that there was some life in my eyes.

I even felt better.

Sure, there was still some aching. But now, it was just in my thighs, and thanks to the sex with Daemon, not from some weird demigod sickness, or whatever I’d been dealing with.

I opened the door, ready to wrap my shadows around myself, only to find Daemon standing there, all my many layers of clothes in his hands.

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