Page 50 of The Demon of the Wood

“What is it?” he asked.

“I just wanted to see your face, to know this is really happening,” she whispered, stroking his cheek with her hand. He pressed his face against her touch, following and closing his eyes.

“I love you, Melina,” he said, the words reverent and hushed like a prayer.

“Oh, Kaemon,” she said like a sob. “I love you, too.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, their noses brushing, their breaths mingling, his hands still gripping her hips so painfully and wonderfully tight.

“Melina, I’m bonding with you when I do this,” he gritted out. It seemed as if each word took a toll on him to say, as if he were holding back a team of horses with only his hands. “This is a mate bond for me.”

A thrill ran through her at his words. “I accept. Is that what I need to say? Or is it something else?” she asked.

He brushed his nose against hers, slowly, sensually, and her toes curled. “Yes, if you want this, Melina. Do you want this? We will belong to each other forever if you accept.”

“That’s all I want, Kaemon. I want to be all yours, only yours forever.”

His lips pressed against hers softly in response, the pressure deepening until he pulled back a fraction, panting. “I’m uncertain how well I will be able to control myself, Melina, but if I’m hurting you, tell me and I will stop. Don’t endure it.”

“I won’t, but don’t hold back, Kaemon. I want all of you.”

His lips pressed against hers again, moving slowly, then faster. He was restraining himself, but each touch of his lips and hands, each movement, made all thoughts empty out of her head. She could do this for an eternity, just kissing him and touching him and never come up for air. She was certain they had discovered the secret to life immortal right here, in this kiss.

His lips traced along her jaw in worshipful strokes down her neck, stopping for him to sink his teeth into her skin, just enough that it started to hurt, and he held it there, a moan escaping him, and she panted, her hands running up his biceps and shoulders.

His lips trailed down her collarbone, spending time there, brushing across her chest reverently, kissing the swell of her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he growled, his hands fumbling with the ties of her dress, and she moved to take his shirt off. He pulled her dress over her head, dropping it on the ground and he pulled her undergarments off, exposing her to him. He stood back, his eyes roving over, taking her in, heavy lidded and full of lust.

“Gods, you're beautiful, Melina,” he muttered, then pulled her into his arms and took her to the cabin, flinging the door open.

He kicked off his boots as he walked in, then laid her down and took off his trousers, his erection hard and long and thick. He moved to hover over her. She took in his well-defined chest and abs, his flexed arm and shoulder muscles, and her core throbbed. She reached up, touching his face again, and again he pressed against it.

Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, lowering his body over hers, the first contact of their flesh-on-flesh lighting her on fire like a match to kindling. She deepened the kiss, running her hands along his neck, his hair, his hands caressing her hips, her waist, up to her ribs, right below her breasts and she thought she might die from his leisure.

“Oh, Kaemon,” she moaned. “I need you.”

He palmed her breast, and she arched into the touch, opening her eyes to see him taking her in with delight. His thumb traced along her nipple, and her breathing came out labored, pressing against him, her hand going for his length. He gently guided her hand away, though.

“Not yet,” he whispered, kissing between her breasts, then taking his time sucking and licking her nipples, making a slow pattern of it that left her raw and aching.

“Oh, oh,” she muttered in ecstasy, making him grip her arm tightly, his restraints close to snapping.

He made a line down her abdomen, her navel. Down and down. Pushing her legs apart, he laid between them. Her breath shuddered at the beautiful sight of his head full of messy black curls and horns between her legs. His gaze lifted to hers, those green eyes deep with longing and desire. Then he gave a long, slow lick from her entrance to the apex, and she shivered, gripping the bedding.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice triumphant, knowing full well she did.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He licked again, halting at the top, sucking on the bundle of nerves, and making her arch. His hand pressed down on her lower abdomen. The pure pleasure of every touch he gave her drove her mad. He licked and swirled, sucking at intervals until her legs grew unsteady. He propped them over his shoulders, then continued. He pressed a finger at her opening, finding a sensitive spot at the top that made her grip the sheets again until her knuckles were white.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, his brow furrowed and tortured as he slid another finger inside of her, hooking and pulsing as he lowered to lick and suck.

She huffed, her breath unsteady, as she reached between her legs and grabbed his hair, slipping up and grabbing his horn. He shuddered and let out a deep guttural moan that she took note of, stroking the ridges of his horn, making him moan again as he ate her out more passionately. Her legs began shaking more and more and she held onto his horn as if for dear life as her orgasm rolled through her, from her head to her toes, his hand riding out the wave of contractions, his tongue still licking until she collapsed back flat on her back, spent and light.

He was on top of her, caressing her gently, kissing her softly, but she could feel the urgency of his mouth, the fervor in his touch, the hardness of his erection against her thigh.

She reached down, grasping his hard length and stroking softly. He groaned like a man dying into her mouth and his wings shuddered.

“Tell me what you like, what to do,” she whispered, his mouth capturing hers again before he responded.

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