Page 36 of Demon Bound

“To do what?”

“To try to get in the mood. It’s not that easy to do, sometimes.”

He frowned. “You do not need to do anything. I will take what I need from you, as you’ve requested.”

“I know, but…”

Casually, his hand came up and gently cupped between her legs, as if he had every right to that part of her body. She froze. He was still looking her in the eyes as he did it.

“You may relax,” he said, his voice soft. “We’ve established that I can bring you to completion.” His long fingers undulated against her, and she drew in a tight breath, putting her hands on his arms to steady herself. She inched her feet farther apart, and Azreth’s fingers delved deeper between her thighs.

“I enjoy touching you,” he admitted.

Heat rushed through her. Moisture gathered at her entrance. Azreth’s eyes glowed brighter.

Her face felt hot. “Do you?” She didn’t know what else to say.

He brought her down to the floor, dropping to his knees over her. He pushed her robe above her hips and leaned down, touching his beautiful mouth to the lips of her sex through her trousers, as if even this scrap of her—just the scent and shape of her body through fabric—was worth worshiping on his knees. Sparks went through her as she watched him.

“I will feel your skin now,” he said. His hand clenched in the fabric of her robe as if he wanted to tear it off. “I will slick my hand with what is gathering between your thighs before I make you come.”

Raiya was trapped. His eagerness set fire to her, but also terrified her. She was afraid he would lose control, and she was afraid she would follow.

His movements reluctantly slowed, and he raised his head to peer up at her with heavy-lidded eyes—eyes of a hungry predator. He was waiting.

Perhaps it would help him absorb more power if he touched her there, skin-to-skin. Yes. Of course it would. It would be foolish not to allow it.

She nodded. “Remember the rules.”

“I have not forgotten.” With that, he slipped her trousers and underclothes below her hips and tossed them aside.

He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and then his thighs were framing hers from behind. She felt his breath against the back of her neck as he bent low against her. His hand clenched in her robe again, and his other hand grasped her thigh, and another hand brushed through her hair.

His…otherother hand? By her count, that was three.

Her head whipped around, fear spiking. There was no one else in the tent. Only herself and Azreth.

The mysterious third appendage dropped from her hair and moved in front of her. It was a disembodied hand, cut off at the wrist, made of the same transparent magenta magic as Azreth’s prosthesis. The hand lightly grasped her chin between its fingers, pushing her to face forward again. It slid down her neck and grasped her breast tightly, and then another hand appeared to hold her other breast. Yet another appeared at her hip to pull her backside tighter against him, and then another grasped her jaw again. She lost count of them. It was overwhelming, too much sensation to think properly.

Behind her, Azreth’s hips pressed against her, as if he couldn’t touch her enough, even with half a dozen hands. Just as he’d promised, his hot fingers slipped between the lips of her wet sex, and she gasped, stiffening.

“I—”She wanted to protest again, but she couldn’t.

She’d told herself that they didn’t have to touch. There was no reason for it. He could get plenty of power by touching her over her clothes. Anything else felt excessive, like they were crossing some barrier of intimacy that would make things awkward at best, and dangerous at worst. They weren’t lovers. They were coconspirators. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and that was all. There was nothing personal about it.

And yet, in the span of a few days, she’d gone from touching herself quietly while he waited nearby, to this. All at once, he was claiming every part of her, holding her hostage with pleasure.

As the hands palmed her breasts, flicked over her nipples, and caressed the slick folds between her legs, she felt a thumb brush over her mouth. It pressed between her lips, and it felt just like real skin but tasted like lightning. Surprised, she let her mouth open, allowing the digit access to her tongue, and Azreth gave a satisfied groan, as if he could really feel everything that the hands felt. His pelvis molded tight against her, the outline of his cock nestled against the cleft of her backside. All the while, his single organic hand was coaxing soft gasps out of her with each stroke of his fingers.

A rising tide filled her, pushing her toward the edge. Liquid heat dripped from her sex and coated Azreth’s hand, and suddenly a finger was pressing against her entrance, pushing past a soft barrier of flesh, sinking inside her and filling her, and then—

She gasped as she came. Azreth covered her mouth to muffle her moans, his finger still deep inside her as she rode out her climax.

He didn’t release her until her body had gone lax and she was quiet. Gradually, the hands disappeared, except for the ones on her back and hip. Raiya stared at the carpeted floor, still perched on her hands and knees. Sweat dripped down her temple.

Gods, that had been too much. Too intense. Too enjoyable.

This was supposed to be a businesslike arrangement. She hadn’t meant to lose herself like this. It was far more of herself than she’d ever intended to give him.

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