Page 52 of The Demigod

Only when my legs got too weak from the climaxes, from trying to hold myself up as he fucked me, did he finally surge deep and come with another roar, his whole body jolting hard.

My whole body was trembling after, and I was sure I would have fallen on all fours to the forest floor if Daemon’s hands hadn’t been gripping my hips.

Slowly, the talons that were nipping into my skin receded, leaving just his fingers there.

He reached to pull me back against him, his arm anchored around my chest and lower stomach.

“I could smell your desire when you were looking at my Change,” Daemon said, his warm breath on my ear. “You were so wet for me.”

“Yes,” I admitted. There was no use denying it. Without a second of foreplay, I’d been drenched for him when he’d surged into me.

“You’re gonna be dripping the whole time we’re down there then,” he told me, lips pressing into my neck. “I’ll probably be more beast than man down there.”

“I’ll try not to climb you like a tree,” I said, getting a laugh out of him as he reached down, pulling my pants and panties back into place.

“Can’t think of anything I want less than you holding back from fucking me,” he said, reaching for my hand. “We’re almost there. Can’t you feel the heat?”

Suddenly, I could. And as we walked along, it only got warmer and warmer. It was the most comfortable I’d felt since Daemon and I were naked and close, sharing his heat.

“You want to leave a layer or two out here?” he asked as I actually felt sweat bead up on my brow.

“When we get to the… oh,” I said as we rounded some thick hedges to find the Hellmouth.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but a giant, gaping hole full of rubble wasn’t it.

“How… how do we get down?”

“You’re not gonna like this part,” Daemon said, glancing over at me.

“Oh, God. We jump, don’t we?”

“Well, we climb. Until we jump. Or, rather, I climb and I jump. You’re piggybacking, so I make sure I don’t lose you.”

That was… not a promising start. But, I mean, we were going intohell, so what was I expecting? A nice, well-maintained staircase?

“How do we know if I can go in?” I asked.

“You would feel it starting to repel you,” Daemon said, pulling me closer.

Save for the heat, I felt nothing.

“No?” he asked.

“No.”

“Okay then,” he said, unzipping my jacket, then pulling it off of me, balling it up, and wedging it under some nearby bushes. “Are you ready for this?”

“No,” I admitted, but I reached for his shoulders, waiting for him to duck down so I could climb on. “But let’s get it over with.”

We both sucked in a deep breath in unison.

“Tight, sweetness. Like you never wanna let me go.”

The crazy thing, as I wrapped him up with arms and legs, was… I was pretty sure I never wanted to do that. Let him go.

In such a short time, he’d come to mean a lot more than I could have expected.

He was nothing like anyone I’d ever met. He’d single-handedly broken any stereotypes I may have had about demons. Who were, supposedly, evil. Yet he’d been nothing but kind and selfless with me.

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