Page 47 of My Saintly Demon

“Fuck…”

I smile against his neck, rubbing myself against him. Chasing that release we both want. It’s not gentle or tender. It’s raw and filled with a desperate passion I’ll never get enough of. His mouth crushes mine as his hands roam everywhere at once, searching for a place to stay but never content to stop long.

“I’m gonna come.” He mumbles against my lips, breathless and needy.

“Wait for me. I’m almost there.” I gasp against him as he tenses and it’s a rush, but I cry out with my orgasm seconds before he does. His arms crush me to his chest.

I’m sated and hyper emotional. And my body cries out for proper sleep.

There’s a flutter near my face, a delicate puff of air, and I open my eyes.

Gasping, I look up to find Dave, wide eyed at the enormous wings cradling me.

“Dave… are you okay?”

He nods slowly and shifts, making the feathers graze against my exposed skin, and I shiver. “I think so? It’s just… I was about to tell you something and then they just popped out.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

“That I love you too.”

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The morning comes far too quicklyafter our moonlight confessions. They filled me with so much hope for a new beginning, I woke refreshed. I was in love and Dave didn’t want to leave. I didn’t need coffee to perk me up.

Dave was another story.

He was irritable with the wings, trying to figure them out.

We spent some time learning how to control them. Just like his horns, they stayed hidden most of the time. While the horns showed up when he was horny or angry, the wings seemed to come out when he felt content and happy. We didn’t know how it would work with clothes on, but I, for one, was more than happy to help figure it out.

It appears I have a thing for feathers and horns. Who knew I’d be so into such things? Certainly not me. I was just happy they came with a man I already knew was the perfect match for me.

But Dave is nervous this morning. And I can understand why.

He opted for his usual fitted suit, pleased that the wings tucked in and out of sight just fine. I was still dressed only in my boxers, unsure of what to wear and still half afraid his father would send him away and he’d be gone forever. A thought I couldn’t bear to hang on to for long or I’d drown.

I thought of digging out the last joint I had left, just to create a chemical calm, but that didn’t seem like a good idea meeting your lover’s parent for the first time while high.

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

Dave’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I shake my head.

“No. I’ll meet him, but I want you to have time alone with him first.”

“What? Why?”

He stalks out of the bathroom over to me and takes my hands in his.

“I need you there, Charles. I don’t know if he’ll understand everything I want to say, and you’re the only one who gets it like I do.”

“Just go ahead without me and I’ll be there after. I think it’s important for you to have some time alone. What if you never see him again?”

Dave’s brow furrows, and I touch my hand to his cheek.

“Please, let me give you some time alone. I promise I’ll be there.”

He brings his lips to mine, and with a sigh, I allow him to take what he wants. What he needs in order to get through what’s ahead.

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