Page 27 of Raising the Sun

“Shit, fuck,” I gasped, shuddering as liquid pleasure coursed through me. “I’m sorry. I’m so—”

“Shhh, petal.” He rocked against me still, drawing out the sensations as he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. “Mm, you are even more delicious than I’d hoped.”

There was nothing I could say to that, so I just stared in blissed-out but still-kinda-horny awe as his forked tongue lapped up every last drop. It was filthy, lewd, and obscene, and I struggled to string together a coherent thought as my brain apparently dribbled straight out through my dick.

Slumping back, I let the soft couch cushions cradle my head and my eyes drift shut for a moment, catching my breath.

“You’re in lingerie,” I said once I’d calmed, my voice barely a murmur, more of a personal reassurance than an observation. “It’s hot as fuck, so I think I can be forgiven.”

“Correct on all three counts,” he said, his arrogance evident, and I huffed a laugh.

“Modest, too. No wonder I lasted thirty seconds.”

“Generous, but it’s no matter. You are young, and we have time.” He kissed the tip of my nose before standing and offering me a hand. “In fact, why don’t we take a shower and try again? In a bed this time.”

I was pretty sure he’d breezed past an insult there, but I was too drained and floaty to give two shits. I nodded dumbly, and let him lead me to the bathroom without hesitation.

At that point, if he’d asked for my soul, I’d have dropped to my knees and begged him to take it.

I was truly fucked.

Chapter seven

AMADEUS

The human’s inexperience wasintoxicating, and his inclination towards obedience even more so. His pretty cock hadn’t flagged since the moment I’d plastered my body against his in the shower, telling him to be patient as I washed and teased every inch of his freckled skin. I’d whispered how sweet he was for me, waiting and eager, and he’d mewled as I trailed the washcloth over his hip, so close to where he desperately ached for it.

But like a good little pet, he controlled himself, knowing I refused to let his seed be wasted a second time.

I’d used my magic to dry us off, too hungry to feel him inside me to let it happen naturally. We’d already migrated to his bedroom, the floors suspiciously less messy than they had been before. I smirked against his mouth and cupped his cheeks. His avid desire to impress fuelled me, my tongue coiling and constricting around his like a snake as I guided us towards the bed. He made the most deliciously startled noise when Ishoved him onto the mattress, his fingers tangling the sheets, the scent of his arousal growing stronger in my nose.

There was a moment when he just stared up at me, lips parted and spit-slick, but then he blinked out of the lust-filled trance to bounce against the bed again, a knot of confusion settling between his brows.

“Did you… This isn’t my bed.”

Landing on my hands and knees, I crawled over him, hoping my nakedness and the sultry look in my eyes would be distraction enough. “I don’t know what you mean, pet.”

He rudely swerved to avoid my kiss, glaring up at me instead. “Yes, you do.”

I huffed and rose onto my knees to straddle him, crossing my arms over my chest. “I was not getting fucked on that wretched thing. It was lumpy.”

After a pause, during which his lips thinned to hide his amusement, he snorted. It sounded rather fond. “You’re such high maintenance,” he said teasingly, a side of him that I hadn’t seen before but wanted more of. “Should I call you Princess?”

“Not if you wish to come again,” I retorted, delighted with the genuine laugh it caused, and the kiss he dragged me back down for.

My human proved a quick study. His kisses, once sloppy, were now thorough and dirty, and his hands no longer fumbled, but were firm and deliberate. It thrilled me to no end that he could be moulded so easily, taught how best to please me, and transformed into the perfect little plaything.

It was curious, but this creature stirred an unfamiliar feeling in my chest that I was unsure what to do with, a desire already stronger than any I’d ever known. I wanted to ruin him. To have my fun as intended, then leave him shattered on the floor, relying on me to put the pieces back together, only to be denied.

But that was not all.

I wanted to be attentive, build him up from the ground, and bring out all that I could sense he was capable of. He was not a delicate flower, but precious, all the same. A rare breed within the bunch. It was unheard of for a human—or any other lesser being—not to instantly buckle under my charms, but to my surprise, he’d fought against the tug, stringing me along until he was certain of his own mind. It was commendable, and made me even more determined to have him. Like a beast gnawing at the bars of its cage to be let out, hungry to finally devour its prey.

A laughable reaction, to be sure.

Had I really been so deprived of a worthy distraction that even the slightest whiff of a challenge had me foaming at the mouth? Had my hunt for an exciting new endeavour starved me entirely of sense?

Regardless, sentimentality had no place in a demon’s repertoire, so I banished those thoughts and focused on my prize.

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