Page 82 of The Demigod

“Shirt, shadow girl,” I demanded, fingers moving up and down her hips. “I want to see all of you.”

She reached to yank it away.

“I want to see you too,” she demanded, reaching toward my head, fingers sifting into my hair.

As if I could do anything but let the Change move through me with her sitting there, naked, nearly trembling with need.

Sitting forward, I buried my face between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her skin. It wasn’t long before my tongue was forking and teasing around her nipples, making her rock and moan.

“Get up here,” I demanded, lying flat, “and ride my face.”

The needy little mewling sound she made had my cock twitching.

But then she was shamelessly climbing up, her legs by my ears, her pussy hovering over my face.

Grabbing her hips, I dragged her down. The moan that moved through her as my tongue traced up her cleft had desire sparking off every nerve ending.

I started to lick and suck, but it wasn’t long before she was doing what I demanded—riding, fucking my face; taking what she needed as her moans filled the room while she drove herself to the edge.

I slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy, fucking her with them as she got closer and closer. As she tightened, I added a third.

Then, as her moans became little gasps, I slid one out and pressed it into her ass, loving the surprised groan that escaped her as she bore down on my tongue, her thighs shaking.

When she came, her whole body trembled; her cries filled my ears; her pussy pulsed hard around my fingers.

“Get down here so I can give you my cock,” I demanded, turning my head to bite her inner thigh.

Nox scrambled down, letting me turn her, getting her in front of me on all fours.

“Face down for me, sweetness,” I demanded.

She didn’t even hesitate, lowering her upper half down onto the mattress.

“Fucking love this view,” I said, landing a slap to her ass cheek.

Nox jumped and moaned but then wiggled, silently begging for more.

And I was all too happy to give it to her.

“Daemon, please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I said, surging inside of her. Her moans were muffled by the bed sheets even as my wings shot out of my back.

Mine.

Fuck, yeah, she was.

I was happy to show her some of the many ways that was true.

And within seconds, I had her clawing at them with her hands as I fucked her—hard, fast, relentless.

There would be time for soft and sweet later. For gentle touches and toe-curling teasing.

Right then, we needed hard and fast and dirty.

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