Page 40 of Demon Shock

She released that section of skin and began gently pinching a little lower. A warning tingle began in my sack.

I was dying and didn’t mind.

“One more,” she said.

She held my skin and then blew on it.

I blinked, no longer seeing the room as the entirety of my existence shrank to where she held me and the growing tension between my legs.

“All done,” she said, releasing me.

Denial ripped through me. We couldn’t be done. Never.

I reacted to her abrupt abandonment and rolled over to grab her wrist and pull her toward me. It wasn’t something I would have ever risked doing when thinking rationally. I only knew she couldn’t leave me. I needed her.

She let out a little squeak as she fell onto my chest. Her pretty brown hair created a soft curtain around her face as she stared down at me.

Eyes wide, I blinked at her. Her body pressed against mine. I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts through her jacket, but more than that, I felt herhand.

A slow, soft smile curved her lips.

“You have no idea how lucky we both are.”

I couldn’t speak. Her palm covered my hard length, pressing it. Molding it. Cool. Soft.

Her hand was touching me.

The tingle spread to the base of my spine. My breathing increased, and I fought not to arch into her palm.

“If I hadn’t dropped the glue, my hand would have been glued to this.”

Shesqueezedme.

A small, choked sound escaped me before I arched and erupted.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

AVA

Gyrik growled—adeep, resonating sound that should have been terrifying—as he came all over the place. It hit my jacket, my neck, my hair, his chest, his ear… It just kept spraying, and the only thing I could think to do was to slide my hand up his very impressive length to cap it with my fist and thumb.

His hand wrapped around mine, squeezing him tighter as he bucked into my hold. He kept going for another few seconds before stilling.

Stunned, I didn’t move. I just stared down at him.

He was breathing heavily as his gaze, with pupils completely dilated, searched mine. His cheeks began to darken along with the tips of his ears.

“I’m sorry.”

Those two simple words were filled with more sincerity and remorse than I’d ever heard in my life. And I’d heard it plenty of times.

Still studying me, he picked up the towel he’d tossed on the bed and wiped his release from my neck. Then he reached between us to dislodge my hand—I hadn’t let go when he had—and wipe that clean, too.

My face ignited with heat. How could I have forgotten I was still holdingthat?

While I was distracted by some heavy self-recrimination, he stood with me in his arms.

“You’ll need to wash your hair,” he said, walking from the room.

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