Page 20 of Demon Daddy's Secret Twins

She moans, grinding along me until her hips start to stutter. With her head tipped back, her chest is thrusted in my face as I lave my tongue over her breasts. She cries out as her orgasm wracks her body, and I hold her as she slowly comes back down.

Her head lifts, her eyes glassy. A beautiful flush has spread across her cheeks, and I lift one hand to cup her face, savoring it when she leans into me.

“How was that?”

“Incredible,” she breathes. She shifts forward, her hands sliding to cup the back of my neck. “But I want more.”

Desire heats my body, but I hold back. “What do you want?”

One hand slides down my chest, across my abdomen, and I tense as she reaches between us. “I want you.”

I swallow hard as she lifts my thick erection up, and I see the moment she realizes just how big I am. “Lox, we don’t have-fuck.”

She’s not even listening to me as she nestles my cock between her legs, and I can’t think straight as her pussy grips around me. She slowly stretches around the head and I swear I can’t breathe from how tight she is.

“Wow.” She’s staring down like she’s mesmerized. She slips a little lower, and I choke a little. “You’re so big.” But she doesn’t say it like she’s scared.

No, as she starts to rock on me, her body eagerly sliding down my shaft, I think she’s excited. Though, it’s hard to think anything with how hard she’s squeezing me and all the blood rushing south.

When she finally slides down that last inch until she is flush against me, she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes and presses a hand to her stomach. It only tightens everything, and I work not to flex my hands, not to grip her too tight.

“Is it… Are you…” She suddenly looks so nervous, and I cup her face.

“Lox, you feelincredible. I’m just trying to hold myself back here. Trust me. There is nothing you could do that I won’t enjoy.”

Her teeth work her bottom lip. “I want you to feel good, too.”

I fight back a groan as her hips move. “Trust me. I do.” Her walls tighten as she shifts and I tilt my head forward, looking into her eyes. “Just focus on you.”

She begins to move, slowly at first, her movements hesitant but growing more confident with each passing moment. She pulls me back into a kiss as she finds her rhythm, and I’m careful about where my hands roam. But she seems to enjoy it, to see how I can bring her pleasure everywhere.

Her breath comes faster, her body tightening around me. I can feel her orgasm building, and it’s all I can do to hold back, to let her take what she needs. When she finally shatters, hercry echoing through the cave, I follow her over the edge, my markings blazing with golden light.

As we come down, I pull her close, her head resting against my chest. Her breathing is ragged, her body still trembling, but she doesn’t pull away. I press a kiss to her hair, my voice soft. “You’re safe with me, Loxley. Always.”

15

LOXLEY

Istir from sleep, enveloped in warmth that seems to radiate from every direction. Mazan's massive frame curves around me, one wing draped over us like a living blanket. His steady breaths ruffle my hair, and his arm rests across my waist - heavy but not confining.

Dawn hasn't broken yet. Through my bedroom window, stars still speckle the dark sky between the swaying branches of the jungle canopy. The familiar sounds of night creatures drifting up from below should be comforting, but my heart pounds against my ribs.

I'm not scrambling to escape. I'm not fighting down panic. I'm just... here. Safe. Protected.

And that realization sends ice through my veins.

Mazan shifts slightly in his sleep, pulling me closer. The golden lines across his obsidian skin emit a faint, pulsing glow that matches his heartbeat. His horns catch the starlight as he nuzzles into my hair.

My fingers trace one of the luminous patterns on his forearm. Everything about him radiates strength - his warrior's build, hismassive wings, the raw power I can feel humming beneath his skin. He could break me without effort.

But he didn't. He was... gentle. Patient. When I flinched, he stopped. When I hesitated, he waited.

The memory of his touch, so careful and reverent, brings heat to my cheeks. No one has ever made me feel precious instead of powerless. Not in the cave. And not when I brought him back here after and I asked him to take control. I never knew it could feel so good, soright.

And that's what terrifies me most. The way my walls crumbled under his tenderness. How easily he slipped past my defenses.

I've survived by never letting anyone close enough to hurt me. But here I am, curled in the arms of a demon, feeling safer than I have in years.

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