Page 42 of Demon Shock

But nope. He was every inch as big as I’d thought. And girthy too. No toy I’d ever owned could compete with him.

No, I didn’t fear him. I was in awe. If anything, he should be the one afraid of me and my accosting hands. But he wasn’t. And he wasn’t making a big deal out of it. He’d apologized, helped me to the shower, washed my clothes, and was now brushing my hair.

So then, why was I feeling awkward?

Cum-cannon.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about how much he’d shot everywhere.Iwas embarrassed but had no idea why. It wasn’t like it was my cum. That was on him. Literally.

I giggled and hurriedly buried my face in the blanket. Then, I immediately felt guilty because I was laughing, and he was probably feeling a little embarrassed. No man wanted to pop off as fast as he had. At least, I didn’t think they did.

That thought brought me around to what had caused it. I’d been gluing the bite on his butt shut. It couldn’t have been very comfortable having me pinch something that was already looking a little bruised.

I froze.

Was he into hurt-kink?

I glanced back at him.

“Did I pull too hard?” His hand immediately went to the spot and started rubbing it gently. Everything he did with me was gentle. If he was into hurt-kink, it was only on the receiving end and not the giving. I could probably handle that.

Wait…what was I thinking?

“Ava?”

Realizing he was waiting for an answer to his question, I quickly said, “No, you didn’t pull too hard. Not that I want you to pull harder.”

God! Could I stop saying hard already?

“I think I’m having a har—difficulty processing what just happened. Are we okay?”

He blinked at me.

Confusion was the last thing either of us needed.

I glanced at the kitchen, where there were still indistinct sounds of conversation, then back to Gyrik.

“I’m sorry for landing on you like I did,” I said quietly. "It wasn’t intentional or planned or anything like that. I just want to make sure you’re not feeling mad, embarrassed, or guilty…or anything like that.”

“Are you?” Concern flitted across his expression.

“I’m not sure how I’m feeling. I think it’ll depend on how you’re feeling about what happened in the bedroom.”

He swallowed visibly. “I liked it.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say, “Obviously,” but I didn’t. Instead, I tried to be honest as well.

“Yeah, I think I did, too, but not for the same reasons. The past few days have been so unreal. I think I’m still trying to process and accept everything on some level while not having a complete mental breakdown.

“What happened in the bedroom was a welcome distraction. Not that I want to repeat it. It’s too cold for that. But I didn’t hate it, and I’m not mad.”

He studied me for a long moment then started brushing my hair again.

Taking the hint, I faced forward and closed my eyes. I let myself relax and enjoy it, which is what I’d wanted to do from the beginning. This time, though, it worked.

“Dinner’s done when you guys are ready,” Zach called from the kitchen.

Gyrik didn’t stop brushing, so I said we’d join them in a few minutes and stayed where I was. The fire crackled, and its heat slowly warmed my face. Not inside the blanket, though. The damp towel wrapped around me felt like it wicked away any body heat I generated.

---