Page 26 of Raising the Sun

His smug grin returned, and my skin tingled at the memory of how those lips had felt wrapped around my dick. “So precious.”

Rising from his sprawl, he crawled towards me, eyes filled with lust and fangs bared in a devious grin. He paused at my knees, slowly extending a hand as if to pry them apart, but instead—with more strength than any being should have had in one arm—he grabbed my ankle and jerked me flat onto my back.

I sucked in a sharp breath as he straddled my lap, my hands finding his hips and flexing at the first touch of soft skin. It made me keen—a pathetic noise that shouldn’t have left my throat, but couldn’t be smothered. It was my first time exploring another person’s body, and he was so silky smooth under my fingertips, andstrong. No doubt he was strong enough to crush me between his thighs, and why in the ever-loving hell did that make my cock twitch?

I guessed I had found my type. Or my first kink.

My reaction amused Ash, like everything I did seemed to. But it clearly didn’t turn him off as he leaned down to brush his lips over mine, teasing me, before giving me exactly what I’d asked for. He didn’t bother with slow, not this time. He cupped my flushed cheeks, keeping me in place as his forked tongue licked into my mouth and staked its claim. It took a beat or two for me to catch up, to get onboard with the pace and match his skilled dance, but when I did, it instantly refuelled my desire.

The sweet smokiness of whisky still lingered, subtle, and now mixed with his own essence. It would be my drink of choice. I got greedy for it, pawing at Ash to pull him closer, wordlessly begging to be kissed harder, to drown in his taste. He shifted forward, indulging my neediness, but instead of soothing the ache, it brought my focus to a situation even more urgent.

His arousal grazed mine, and though the thick fabric of my jeans would rub me raw, it felt good. Mind-numbingly good. My whole body lit up, and I arched against him with a hiss, seeking more of that pressure. The infernal creature just grinned wide and captured my lips once more, his hips rolling with purpose as his tongue fucked me deeper. Dual stimulation. I tried to meet his rhythm, to be somewhat coordinated instead of just rutting against him with blind need, but awkward clumsiness seemed to be my body’s natural language.

Still, it was better than anything I’d ever felt, miles above my own hand, and second only to his mouth—though, this was somehow more intimate—and I didn’t want it to ever end.

UntilI felt the telltale signs of orgasm clawing at my core, hot and consuming, and I sank into my head again. I wasn’t in control, and a nip of panic and self-doubt began worming its way through the overwhelming pleasure, threatening to ruin everything.

Ash must have sensed it, must have caught me drifting away, because he seized my chin, yanking me back from my straying thoughts.

“Focus on me, pet,” he demanded with a rough grind of his hips. “You have already impressed me, or I would have killed you already.”

“Comforting,” I deadpanned, only to groan.

“You don’t need to be in control of it all,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Let me give you what you need.”

Letting go did not come naturally to me. It was like flaying open my chest and removing the parts that made me function, but despite his unknown, possibly heinous intentions, I trusted Ash to keep me grounded. To slot the pieces back into place when he was done. Putting myself at the mercy of a demon in my most defenceless state was not my smartest move, but when it came to losing my virginity, would there ever be a more capable pair of hands?

No half measures.

Before I lost my nerve, I nodded, and his answering grin was oddly soft. “Good,” he said, setting his hands over mine and guiding them up to his chest. The feel of silk and lace under my fingertips made my skin tingle. “Now, touch me.” He brushed his thumb over my knuckles, a teasing edge to his smile. “Worship me as I know you so desperately want to.”

With another nod, I followed his instruction, squeezing and pawing at him with absolutely no finesse, but he seemed pleased. His own hands wandered as well, metal claws scratching lightly at the centre of my chest as he effortlessly unbuttoned my shirt. His fingers splayed over the now bare skin, squeezing the softer areas around my waist before following the path of my ribs up towards my pecs.

He brushed his thumbs over my nipples, pouting when he didn’t get the reaction he’d obviously hoped for.

“Hm, I suppose we’ll have to train them into sensitivity.”

I swallowed hard. “I-I can feel it. I’m just a little—ngh—preoccupied.”Trying not to come in my jeans like a teenager,went unsaid.

He hummed and tried again, but instead of another feather-like touch, he set the tips of his metal claws against each bud and pinched. Hard. It stung like a bitch, and pain shot through my nerves like fireworks, but it made everything feel that much more intense. Heightened. My hands dropped to his thighs, fingers digging in as I rutted up, mindlessly seeking friction.

It made him chuckle.

“There we are.”

Clearly content with my responsiveness, Ash moved his hands to my waistband, making quick work of undoing the button and zipper. For a split second, he propped up on his knees, making me thrust against air as he shimmied my jeans and briefs out of the way. It was so fast and fluid—quite obviously magic—that I barely had the chance to miss his warm body against me, or prepare for the rush of new feeling when he lowered himself again.

My bare prick, oversensitive and leaking, slid over the bulge in his knickers, the thin, silky fabric doing nothing to stifle the heat or conceal the shape of him. Or help me ignore the fact that this wasactually fucking happening.

That someone was actuallytouchingme.

Release crept up so suddenly it was disorientating, but unlike the first time, I welcomed it. My hands scrambled for firmer purchase against Ash’s hips. I clung to him like a lifeline, frantically tugging and bucking as our gazes met, tears pricking the edges of my vision. “Please, don’t stop. I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” he said, eyes flashing as he planted his hands on my pecs—leverage to ride me properly. “Be a good pet and give me your cum.”

Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have stopped how my muscles locked and I came with a choked sob, spilling hot, sticky ropes over my chest and belly.

And Ash’s hands.

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