Page 39 of Demons of Eden

“A little better? I feel great! And I don’t know, that sounds kind of hot if you ask me. Imagine having to tell Rio and Torrin you fucked me so good that I went into a coma?” My teasing is cut off as more of his cock slips inside me, my breath hitching. “I guess I see why you wanted to go slow. Where have you been hiding the anaconda?” I joke, but it turns into a moan as he shifts his hips, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of me as he thrusts in and out, still somehow not quite fully inside of me.

Yeah, I’m definitely a little drunk on Daion. It feels so different from Suvi sharing her vitav, and it’s more than just how we’re doing the transfer of energy. It’s like he’s significantly more powerful, and there’s something else…something slightly menacing, but as he fills me with another inch, I can’t remember what I was even thinking about.

“Your mouth will be the death of me,” he accuses.

“Well, I would love for my mouth to be your undoing, if you know what I mean.” I giggle breathlessly at my own playful taunt, but coherent thoughts are slowly becoming harder to grasp, so I focus on the feeling of the man on top of me. His skin on mine, weight pressing against my thighs, the longer strands of his dark hair brushing against my cheek.Goddess, how can a man look so strong, tough, and sexy, yet also oddly beautiful all at once?His face alone could inspire art, so it’s a shame that I hardly possess the ability to draw even stick figures.

“Fuck, Eden, you’re gripping me so hard.” Daion squeezes his eyes shut, grunting when I then use my legs to pull him down into me while he’s distracted. When he pushes the final inch inside of me, I can’t remember ever feeling so fucking good, or like a body so perfectly fit with mine.

“Come inside me, Daion. Come with me and put your baby inside me.” I’m mumbling absolute nonsense now, but whatever I said has the cock inside me twitching violently.

“Fucking hell, Eden…fuck.” Daion is panting, his thrusts slowed as he holds himself back. I bite down on his shoulder, letting him know I’m not done with him yet, and when he grunts, I flip us once more. I’m on top again, resting my palms on his chest so I can rock and grind my hips just the way I like.

“So hard and perfect inside me,” I whisper, my eyes falling closed as I enjoy the fullness. My magic reaches out once more, latching onto Daion. A brief moment of clarity reminds me I’m capable of fucking him to death, but one look at the man under me is all it takes to be reassured that he’s got plenty to give.

“Keep going, sweetheart. Take what you need from me. Take everything.” Daion’s looking at me like I hung the moon, like I’m brighter than any star, and I…I like it. It’s electrifying to know I can make this man feel that way. Along with being lethally hot, he might be one of the kindest guys I’ve ever known. He’s so thoughtful, and he’s been taking care of me since we met. The sudden urge to mark him as mine is overwhelming. It also makes no sense whatsoever, seeing as witches don’t mark their lovers.

My thrusts have slowed, so Daion grips my hips in his hands. My thoughts are then derailed by the sight of his biceps flexing as he fucks up into me. Goddess, those fucking arms…hell, his entire body looks like it was sculpted by an artist. A horny one.

“Fuck,”he practically breathes the word out like a prayer. “You’re so sexy, Eden. I want to stay buried inside you until I fucking die.”

My clit grinds against him perfectly with every thrust, the way he’s rolling his hips up into me infallibly finding it, and when I come, I scream out his name like a prayer. “Fuck. D-Daion!”

I’m not entirely aware of what happens next, but I see the way my skin lightly glows as my pussy pulses around his throbbing cock, and he comes inside me. I feel like I'm floating.My body tingles all over as the power zings around it and my spirit, leaving me both energised and exhausted.

I fall forward, my head resting against his chest as I catch my breath. “How are you still hard?” I wonder aloud, somewhat dazed.

“It probably has something to do with the handfuls of ass I’m gripping or the tight pussy that's still pulsing around my cock. Also, hard not to be hard withthesepressing against me,” he accentuates his words by moving one of his hands away from my ass, up to cup one of my breasts and squeeze it.

“Men and titties,” I mumble, the deeper exhaustion seeming to win out over the fresh boost of energy.

Sleep is so close. I could take a little catnap, just close my eyes for five minutes…

I really fuckingneed to pee.

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up with a desperate urge to relieve myself, but Daion doesn’t so much stir as I flee the bed. Despite the pressure in my bladder, I hold on long enough to make sure the man is still alive. He’s breathing, which is good enough for me. He’s also butt naked and sprawled across the bed. I pause for another moment, unable to resist checking him out. The lusty little thing in my chest awakens at the sight, but I shove the little slut aside, mentally chastising myself.

Bathroom first. Priorities.

It doesn’t occur to me that I’m wandering around an occupied home completely fucking nude until I sit to pee and realise how exposed I feel. I curse myself for the brainless behaviour, but it’s too late to do anything about it now. All I can do is pee and then make a quick retreat back to Daion’s room,and more importantly—back to my clothes. Or, at the very least, a stolen shirt long enough to cover the important bits before I go searching for some water.

My thoughts briefly flicker to Ash’s dark red shirt. I snort at the bizarre notion that I’m starting a collection. When did I become a kleptomaniac with a penchant for hot men’s clothes? Oh well, I’m sure it’s fine if I return it. Eventually. Maybe. If we can ever find him.

I peek my head out the door after flushing and washing my hands, thankfully finding it empty. I quietly creep out and close the door behind me. This is clearly a tactical fuck-up on my part, because I only make it three steps when Rio appears in the hallway.

Far too close.

I yelp, turning my body slightly sideways as I press my legs crossed and throw an arm over my chest, getting a handful of my own boob in the process. If only I’d left the door open, I could have leapt back in there. Why is his room so close to the bathroom? And why does Daion’s have to be on the other side of it!

“Rio!” I squeal when he doesn’t immediately close his eyes or look away, aimlessly swatting in the direction of his face with my free hand.

He jumps back, his scowl turning to shock in an instant. “Why are your breasts in the fucking hallway?!”

“Me and my breasts would love to be anywhere else right now, trust me!”

“Why would I trust you?” he demands, making an almost admirable attempt not to stare at my chest, if not for the quick flicker of his gaze that ruins it.

“Hey! Eyes off the goods!” I yell.

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