Page 26 of Demon Bound

He pulled her thigh with one hand, gently spreading her legs further.

She told herself there was nothing dehumanizing or embarrassing about this. This was for her. This was for power. This was for a new life away from Nirlan.

Her hips wriggled involuntarily as his fingers rolled over a sensitive point. And as she shifted, she felt a hard column beneath her, its length pressing against the cleft of her backside. Her eyes snapped open.

Azreth tilted his head, breathing deeply against the top of her head. “You smell like lust,” he murmured, breaking their silence.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She tried to push against him to readjust herself, and he responded by pulling her tighter against him. He grabbed her wrist, pinning it to her side, and his palm clenched hard against her mound. She gasped, unable to escape the grinding of his hand. His body was as solid as stone. He was so much heavier and stronger than Nirlan.

It was too easy to enjoy him. Far too easy.

His hand moved up to the waist of her trousers and began to slide beneath. When she felt his fingers seeking the edges of her undergarments, she was stricken with sudden panic. It was all too much.

“No. Wait.” She tried to shift her hands to stop him, but he was immovable. He paused anyway. She felt his head lift.

“Why not?”

“I just—just please don’t.”

He paused another beat, then withdrew his hand from beneath her clothes. His nose and mouth touched the side of her head—almost, but not quite, a kiss. Almost… like an apology.

“Be at ease,” he murmured.

A wave of emotion crashed over her, and tears stung her eyes. She hadn’t really thought he would stop when she asked. She wasn’t used to people stopping. And it had been a long time since anyone had touched her sweetly—even if this was all for function, not fun.

She realized that because he could sense her arousal and her fear, and probably other things, he could somewhat sense what she wanted without her even saying anything. And so, without her having to clarify, he seemed to sense her desire to continue. His fingers explored her greedily, but not roughly.

He found a spot that made her gasp. She turned to jelly, her head tipping back onto his shoulder.

“There,” she whispered.

“I know.”

His cock pulsed beneath her, pushing upward as it sought her channel. At that moment, she longed for it. Her body felt empty, unfilled, unsatisfied. It yearned for him.

Gods, how did he do this to her? Was it magic? Was she being bewitched?

As his strong fingers flexed against her—skillful for someone who’d never met a mortal woman before—she gave a moan that she struggled to suppress. She grabbed his arms, holding on for dear life as she climaxed. Her entire body tried to arch, but he held her fast. Her hips bucked against him, and he moved along with her, his body taunting her. There was far too much cloth between them.

And then she heard a satisfied moan behind her, as if Azreth was experiencing his own climax of sorts. His arms crushed her against him. His fingers clenched on her arm, hard enough to border on pain. His hips rolled against her in a way that made her lightheaded.

“You taste fantastic.”The words grating out of his throat sounded like metal and magic as his voice took on an impossible two-toned aspect. Raiya’s hair stood on end. It was exactly what she would expect a demon to sound like. It was inhuman. Terrifying. Demonic.

“Taste?” she asked. Suddenly she was thinking about him licking the blood from her fingers. She was remembering him wild with hunger, losing control, tearing bodies limb from limb.

His arms were still locked around her, and his cock was thick between her legs.

“Yes,” he sighed, and his voice had returned to normal again. “Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.”

She didn’t know what to say. Should she be flattered, or worried?

He released her, and she slowly shuffled her clothes back into place before climbing from his lap. She fussed longer thannecessary, afraid to turn back around and look at him. When she finally did, he looked lazy and satisfied, his eyes half-lidded, like he’d just had a feast and possibly eaten too much.

She was pretty sure that some sort of coda was appropriate for this interaction, but what? Should she thank him for a good time? Remind him that she’d only done this out of necessity? Should she address her teariness earlier?

Instead, she thought about what he’d said a moment ago.Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.

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