Page 45 of Demons of Eden

“No, Daion isn’t here. Now, tell me who your lunch was with.”

“Why?”

“Answer.” He’s definitely growling his response this time.

Something is happening. Is he jealous? Not the same kind of jealousy as he had with Daion? Why would he be jealous? Am I sending off sexy mind-controlling juju again? I take a moment to assess myself like I’ve been practicing since my awkward conversation with Rio the other day. I clearly came here with horny intentions…but the juju is under my control, I think. And he did say multiple times that even if it wasn’t, Torrin and Daion should be able to resist.

I let out a breath.

Well, there’s still no way I’m admitting I had lunch alone in my car on the way to the store to buy a new vibrator. Stupidly, I thought that maybe if I bought a different one, I wouldn’t need to come over here and beg Daion to fuck me. I didn’t even make it into the store before I abandoned the idea.

I did, however, kill three tasty tacos…

Instead of admitting my lie, I dig my grave deeper. “Uh, his name is Matt.”

“Matt. Is that the one who works with Suvi? Hmm,” Torrin releases me and then marches away. I take a few moments to recover before following him into the kitchen, and I don’t tell him that I don't actually know anyone called Matt. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? The only things Torrin is a danger to are evil demons and pie.

Speaking of pie…

I try not to do a happy dance at the sight of Torrin pulling out three different ones. If there’s a little more bounce in my step as I walk closer, it’s hardly my fault I’m apparently one easily pleased witch.

“I got these for you to try the next time you came over. Blueberry, cherry, and banana pudding. Which one do you want to try first?”

“You trying to butter me up?” I tease, and Torrin smirks, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over a chair. He seems like he’s mostly back to his usual playful self, but there's a hint of something I can’t quite read, tensing in his shoulders.

“And if I am? Maybe I just like the noises you make when you take that first piece of pie between your lips.”

My mouth pops open as I look up at him, my heart rate kicking right back up. I’m blinking at him dumbly, while Torrin looks confident and steady.

“You like the noises I make when I put something between my lips?” I lick my lips, needing to wet them as my mouth suddenly feels way too dry.

“Pie. I don’t know what you sound like with other things between your lips, Eden.” Torrin steps into me again, brushing my hair behind my ear. The feel of his warm fingers against my skin makes me shiver.

“We could change that,” I murmur, leaning into his touch.

Have I ever seen this look in his eyes before? Hungry, full of lust and need.

“Am I drugging you with my sex juju?” I have to back up, pull away from his touch so I can get a good look at his face. Despite Rio’s unexpected reassurance and my practicing, I’m still worried.

“Yes and no. I’m entranced by you, sure, but it’s your beauty and your fire. Even the spark of mischievous light in your eyes when you fight with Rio. It’s not because of the demon stuff.” Torrin doesn’t let me retreat any further. Instead, he grabs my hips and lifts me up onto the counter. “What did you come here for, Eden? Dressed like this…” His hands land on my thighs as he tugs my legs apart and steps between them. I lean back, resting my hands on the counter so I can watch him. Torrin pushes his hands higher up my thighs until his fingers brush the hem of my skirt. “And asking for Daion?”

“Relief,” I whisper as he leans in, his mouth pressing to the heated skin of my neck. I can’t hold back the moan that slips free. His fingers delve deeper under my skirt, and when he reaches my centre, pressing against my thong, I part my thighs wider for him.

“You’re wet for me, Eden. Do you want me to give you what you need?”

I’m already nodding my head before he can finish asking, reaching for him. I go straight for the button on the front of his jeans. Clearly on the same wavelength, Torrin yanks my thong hard enough to rip the delicate fabric to shreds, then pushes two fingers inside me. I grip his shoulders, gasping as he pumps them in and out of me. All the while, his thumb brushes over my folds until he quickly finds and presses down on my clit in tauntingly slow circles.

“I need you,” I murmur once I finally get his pants undone, pulling his hard cock out with almost shaking hands. I use myheels to urge him closer while scooting further to the edge of the counter. Torrin pulls his fingers out of me and grips the base of his cock. The other hand, he uses to slide into the hair at the back of my head and then tugs.

When his lips crash into mine, the kiss is all-consuming, dizzying. Kissing Torrin is like taking my first full breath of air after suffocating, or maybe it’s more like deciding I don’t care if I do suffocate. That I’d choose to keep my lips locked with his over oxygen.

His cock slides inside me, and he moans into the kiss as my nails rake across his shoulders through his thin white shirt.

“Fuck, Eden,” he whispers, pulling back from the kiss to meet my eyes as he rolls his hips into mine. “You feel so good.”

“Should be saying that to you,” I huff, burying my face in his neck as he pulls out almost all of the way, just to sharply bury himself inside me again. “Fuck me hard,” I plead in his ear, quickly pressing my lips against his skin just below it.

I can feel it, my vitav reaching out to feed from Torrin. It’s so much easier to recognise this time. To feel the process and understand as I take every drop I can get. I can almost sense the sheer relief in my soul.

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