Page 3 of Demons of Eden

“Not satisfying? Hmm, I think I can help with that.” The silky quality of his voice washes over me, making my nipples tighten at his suggestion. We both knew what he was really offering when he asked me to come back here with him, and I am more than ready to put past experiences behind me. There’s also something about this man that screams he’ll be able to back up his words.

Goddess, I must be ovulating to be this easily worked up…

Thankfully, that somewhat embarrassing thought reminds me of something rather important I almost forgot to take care of. I open my small clutch purse, pulling out a tiny diamond-shaped glass container. The pink-tinted vial is unmarked, with only about a tablespoon or two of liquid inside. I pop the cork, then down the small potion in one go, glad it doesn’t leave an awful aftertaste the way mass-produced potions tend to do.

“What do you have there?” Ash asks, gesturing at the now-empty vial I’m returning to my bag as we approach the door I assume leads to his hotel room.

“A prevention potion.” I shrug. “For things like pregnancy…and other stuff.”

“Other stuff?” he prompts, and I feel the blush spreading across my cheeks again. I swear this man is determined to turn me into a living tomato or something.

“Things like STIs.” I clear my throat, glancing over my shoulder, rather than look at him while he removes a keycard from his wallet and opens the hotel room door. “No offence,” I add awkwardly. It’s not like it’s personal; I don’t know any smart witches who go out without one of these potions handy. It’s common sense to use protection, especially with someone you’ve only just met.

“None taken,” Ash replies, pushing the door open and gesturing for me to head inside.

I step right past the doorway I guess leads into a bathroom, through a short, narrow stretch of the room that opens up into the main space. It’s bigger than I expected given the size of the hotel, but not massive by any means. Decorated in mostly blacks, greys, and whites, there are just a few pops of deep colour splashed about to break up the monochrome. The frankly enormous bed sits fairly high, with its huge headboard taking up much of the left wall, facing a small seating area consisting of a two-seater sofa, a black coffee table, and a chair. There are also some other little tables, a dresser, some plants, and a desk, but the real draw of the room is the view. Covering the entire far wall of the room is a massive window, lights from the city and the clear view of the river nearby drawing me over to look out for a moment.

“Wow, this is lovely,” I offer politely, turning back to face him.

Ash is still standing over by the wall where the room opens up, apparently content watching me take in the space for a moment. There’s a shift in the air around us, and my heart starts racing as he steps forward, the silky quality returning to hisvoice as he asks, “Is it? I’m afraid I’m terribly distracted by the incredible sight before me.”

“That was much smoother,” I tease, holding eye contact with the gorgeous man across from me as I kick my heels off. Ash matches my action, slipping his shoes off as well.

“I havesomepractice. I can’t help it if you make me nervous, little witch.” The way he looks my body up and down as he says it feels like a physical caress over my skin. The light, teasing kind that leaves you desperate for more.

“Do I?” I question, my voice barely more than a whisper, as I slide down the strap of my dress from one shoulder, followed by the other, allowing the fabric to fall. The dress pools at my waist, exposing my naked breasts to the cool air. My nipples pebble, and I take in a shaking breath as both my emotions and physical body seem to slip from my control.

“Definitely.” He steps closer, and I swear the smell of this man alone is enough to make my knees weak. The urge to lick his skin is also a new one for me, and it only grows in intensity as he slowly removes his shirt, one damned button at a time.

“Oh, that’s just criminal.” I shake my head while admiring his body, and he’s only half undressed at this point.

“Like what you see?” Ash asks, glancing down at himself and releasing a quiet sigh. There’s a small hint of sadness in his eyes for a fraction of a second before he looks back up at me, and it’s gone as if it was never there. The only thing I can feel when he’s directing his gaze at me is lust, but it still bugs me. That second of sadness.Is he self-conscious?He really shouldn’t be. He’s basically perfect, and I have no qualms about letting him know my favourable opinion.

“I do,” I answer directly, as I slowly push the dress down off my hips, leaving only my panties for him to remove for me. I take a step towards him, closing the gap between our bodies. “I really like what I see. I’m honestly a little jealous of your abilityto obtain the perfect golden tan.” I press my hands flat against his warm chest, enjoying the way he sucks in a little gasp before trailing up and pushing them into his hair. “Perfect golden hair,” I whisper, leaning my chest against his as I look up and meet his gaze. “And your eyes…” His mesmerising, beautiful eyes…I feel like I’m falling under a spell as I’m drawn into them, bewitched by the way the two colours flow into one another, red and ambery gold. I could look into eyes like his forever.

Maybe I’m giving in to the moment a bit too much, but what’s the harm in letting myself believe a little lie? Even if only in the privacy of my own mind, just for one night, I can pretend I’m his…

Ash frowns at the compliments, but I don’t let him respond; I just kiss him. His flirty, full lips have been drawing me into him all night. I want…no, Ineedto taste. I can’t hold in the moan that slips free as his tongue tangles expertly with mine. Mind lost in the heat of it, I allow him to guide me backward, still kissing until my legs hit the bed and I fall back onto the mattress, sinking into the plush sheets when he releases his grip. He looks down at me appreciatively, but I’m too impatient to wait for him to act. I reach up for the button on his pants, but he swats my hands away, smirking at me.

“Patience, naughty little witch. It’s my turn to admire your perfect curves.” He steps between my legs, spreading them open wide, before nudging me firmly down onto my back again. “Fuck, I want to mark this perfect skin with my teeth.” Ash reaches out, caressing my thigh, gently moving his fingertips upward over my stomach, achingly slow and teasing in his pursuit. When he finally reaches my breast, he groans as he feels it. “Absolutely perfect.” He shifts his hand slightly, moving so his thumb can easily brush over my hard nipple, and I hiss, needing more. “The flavour of your lust is…” he growls quietly,the trailed-off words confusing me for a moment, but then he’s leaning over me, pulling my nipple between his lips instead.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out, my back arching as I thread fingers into his hair and tug roughly. His responding grunt lets me know he likes it, and so I keep my hands there for now. Needing him closer, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down into me until I’m grinding my thong-covered centre against the erection straining against his pants.

“If you keep doing that, this evening is going to end before it even begins,” he grunts, and I giggle into his shoulder.

“I doubt that. You don’t seem like the type of guy who would let one orgasm stop you.” I’m panting now, ready to flip this man onto his back and ride his dick to what feels like a very promising orgasm. Patience is a virtue, but it’s not one I possess. “I need you inside me,” I beg, feeling how wet I already am. With this man, I feel like I don't need foreplay to prepare. Hiseverythingjust seems to get me going, leaving me more turned on than I have any damn right to be.

“There’s nowhere I would rather be, but first, I need to taste your forbidden fruit,” he says with a playful smirk and teasing wink. I roll my eyes at his nod to my name. He wouldn’t be the first to make the joke, but I’m hopeful he’s more serious about following through on the action.

He tugs my thong off and throws it across the room, burying his face between my thighs before I can scold him for it. All thoughts flee my mind completely when his tongue brushes against me.

“Ash,” I moan his name, reflexively grinding up into his face as my body chases pleasure, my hands buried in his hair as he demonstrates that his tongue is good for more than charming words. He sweeps it over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and repeats the motion over and over like he can read my damn mind. “Sweet fucking heaven!”

“I’m no angel, and there’s no heaven here.” He punctuates his words by pushing two fingers inside me, meeting my eyes with a heated look. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Do I turn you on, little witch?” I watch with wide eyes and a racing heart as he pulls his fingers from my centre, sucking them between his lips. “Fucking sinful.”

His mouth is then on me again, sucking and licking my clit as he finger fucks me hard, curling his digits just right until I’m gushing for him. I come so hard I see stars, screaming his name as my body shakes and I slam my twitching thighs against his head.

Ash growls, using his free hand to pry my legs apart again. “I haven’t finished my meal yet.” It sounds like both a threat and a promise, and I wouldn’t move out of his grip even if I could get my limbs to cooperate. He then feasts on me like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have, and as stimulated as I already am, it’s not long before I come on his fingers and tongue for a second time. I must have truly blacked out for a moment, because when I blink up at him, Ash has already removed his pants and is kissing an electrifying trail up my body.

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