Page 38 of Demons of Eden

Okay then.I have nothing to say to that. The way he said it, the sheer confidence and surety, seems to promise far more than just one quick orgasm. It’s the assurance of someone who intends to make my legs shake as I see stars, repeatedly.

“Tell me when something feels good, or if it hurts,” he murmurs softly as he reaches behind me, undoing my bra with one dexterous hand. As he slides the straps off my shoulders and pulls it away, he pauses to take in the sight of my nearly bare body.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.” He sounds breathless, and before I can thank him, his hand is threading into my hair, pulling me up for a kiss.

Our lips meet, and for a second I don’t breathe. I can’t. Then he moans, the noise overriding my stunned state. It’s a deep, throaty sound that sends tingles through my entire body, causing me to open up to his kiss eagerly. He tastes minty, with a hint of flavour that’s uniquely Daion. My tongue meets his, and I groan. Something awakens inside of me, and every touch of his skin against mine suddenly leaves me trembling like the aftershocks of an orgasm.

I’m so incredibly turned on, I don’t even notice I’m raking my nails down his back until he moans again, pushing back into the sharp scratching. His mouth drops to my throat, peppering my overly sensitive skin with kisses as he makes his way down to my collarbone and then to my breasts.

When his tongue ever so gently brushes over my nipple, I gasp, arching into the feeling.Please. More.I practically beg him with my body to do it again, and blessedly he complies. The pleased moan I let out in response is loud enough to make me blush, if I wasn't already.

“Your sexy little sounds are going to make the other two jealous,” Daion teases, and my eyes go wide. I shove my hands into his silky black hair, using it to tug his face up so I can see his eyes.

“You think they’re listening!?”

“I would be,” he shrugs, and I snort, breaking into a little giggle at the mental image his answer sparks into my head.

“Naughty boy,” I tease him back, and he shrugs unrepentantly.

“I would be right outside of Torrin’s door burning with jealousy if you had chosen him instead. I’d be picturing it all,listening to every sound you made, wishing I was the one making you scream.”

“Fucking hell, did you take a course on sexy talk or something?” I try to laugh off the effect those words have on me, but it’s useless. I can feel how wet my thong is. That poor little strip of fabric is drenched through, the dampness spreading to the tops of my thighs as I shove them together, desperately craving some pressure down there.

“No, I’m just telling you exactly what I’ve been thinking since about day three of knowing you. Not very professional of me, but it’s the truth.”

I drop my hands as Dai moves down my body until he’s kneeling at the side of the bed, lifting up onto my elbows so I can see what he’s doing. He presses his lips to my thinly clothed centre and kisses me there, his eyes falling closed as he takes a deep breath. My cheeks burn impossibly hotter, but then he’s pulling my legs over the sexiest fucking shoulders I’ve ever seen, his tongue going straight to my clit.

The barrier of my panties instantly infuriates me, but then Daion tugs them to the side. Like he can’t wait the few seconds it would take to remove them to taste me. His tongue dips between my folds, and I fall back against the bed, toes curling.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan and gasp, my fingers finding their way back into his hair as he licks me like he can’t get enough of my taste. He stops, and I blink down at him, watching as he sucks two fingers between his lips and then slides them slowly inside me.

My jaw drops open as he meets my gaze. “Does this hurt?” he asks, and I shake my head, unable to speak. Especially because he’s curling his fingers now.

“You’re so wet, Eden. Fuck, you’re already gripping my fingers…do you need more, sweetheart?”

I nod, dizzy with pleasure, and fall back against the bed once more.

A third finger slips in, and Daion strokes them in and out slowly. The thumb of his other hand presses against my wet clit, and the friction is so fucking perfect that the pressure of an orgasm builds quickly.

“Daion. I’m so close.” I gasp, arching my back—and goddess bless him—he keeps going just like that. No speeding up or slowing down, or switching up the motions; he keeps steady as he works the pleasure to a peak. I slam my palms against the blankets of his bed, my back arching as the orgasm crests, exploding throughout my entire body. My toes curl, and I grip the blanket tightly as I moan and writhe under his touch.

As the orgasm travels through my body, without conscious thought or effort, my magic reaches out to Daion, tugging his energy into me. He comes willingly, his magical essence flowing like a powerful river breaking through a dam, finally beginning to fill the void that’s been growing inside of me. It’s like coming up from being underwater and taking in that initial big gasp of air. For the first time since Suvi gave me some of her vitav, I feel like I can breathe freely again.

“Fuck. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” As he pulls his fingers out, my legs are still trembling from the force of the orgasm, and my body is practically buzzing. I’m more energised than I’ve been since the day I realised I was pregnant. Despite that, I can tell I still need more.

Daion stands, but before he can do much more than that, I’m wiggling out of my thong and leaning over to tug his jeans off his hips. His cock springs free, and he chuckles at my obvious impatience. I don’t bother to hide that I’m in a hurry now, almost desperate to feel him inside of me.

“Damn. Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” I question as I yank him forward, pulling him onto the bed. He makes a surprised noise but doesn’t protest as I straddle him.

“Many things,” he mutters, looking up at me as I ignore his clearly incorrect answer and grip his shaft in my hand. His skin feels hot in my palm while I lift my hips and line us up. I’m mentally debating the merit of slamming down until he’s filling me fully, but his hands on my thighs stop me. “Eden, be careful.”

“I want you inside me,” I whine, feeling slightly out of control, and briefly wonder if maybe my hour of boosted vitav is up already, because I’m fucking dying for Daion right now. “Please, fuck me,” I beg, staring down into his dark eyes imploringly.

With a growl, he rolls us. I want to protest at the control he’s just taken from me. To tell him how I want to ride his cock until I’m climaxing on him, coming over and over again. My complaints are interrupted by the tip of his thick cock slipping between my folds.

“Oh, fuck…”I cling to Daion, my feet locking together behind his back, as my fingers twist themselves in his hair. I pull him down for another delicious kiss while he pushes into me so fucking slow, it’s practically torture. I try yanking him down with my legs, but he’s stronger than me, more than strong enough to resist the pressure. I taste myself on his lips and decide I’ll be more than happy to return the favour the next time we do this. The thought has me wondering if I’m slightly drunk on him, on his energy, but frankly at this point I truly don’t care. The needy desire coiling inside of me is making me demanding. “Fuck me hard. Daion, please.”

“I’ll fuck you until you come, and you’re strong enough to be fucked hard. You might be feeling a little better, but we should take it slow, or I’ll fuck you into a coma,” he growls.

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