Page 114 of My Demon Hunter
“I thought you would be happier without me, though I hated it. I wanted you to hunt me to the ends of the earth, as I would do to you if you tried to escape me, but I never believed you actually would.”
Her expression turned fierce. “Of course I would. I would never be happier without you, and I wouldn’t let you escape me either.”
How had he found such a strong and loyal female? How was he worthy of such a gift?
He didn’t care how. He was done questioning his good fortune.
“You are everything good in my world, Lily. You are my freedom. There is nothing I value more, and I no longer have the desire to hunt because I know I have already found the most precious treasure in existence.”
“Mist…”
“Maybe those aren’t the words you want to hear, but I wish to be honest, and I don’t know that I understand how to love. I don’t know that I’m capable.”
She lifted her palms and framed his face. “You are capable, and you just proved it by what you said. It was the most meaningful thing anyone’s ever said to me, and it doesn’t matter that you didn’t use the wordlove.”
“But Eva said human women want love.”
“And this human woman”—she placed a hand on her heart, over the brand—“has found it, and she’s never been happier.”
“But—”
“No buts. Kiss me?”
He was sure she meant to state it like a demand, but it came out as a question, and her cheeks flushed. It didn’t matter. He was more than happy to oblige, and he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
But he jerked back suddenly as something occurred to him. “Are you hurt?” He would never forget the sight of her falling into the Pit.
“No, I’m perfectly fine. No injuries at all.” She reached for him.
“But how—”
“Kiss now, talk later? I promise I’m fine.”
He could not ignore that request. Lifting her, he laid her on her back and kissed her hungrily, his tail winding up her thigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her tongue furiously with his. So furiously, he had to pull back to ensure she didn’t cut it on his teeth.
She wore nothing but a pair of underwear, and though he didn’t think she had sewed them, he wasn’t going to risk it. Pushing into his wing talons, he sat back and slid the fabric down her legs like it was made of glass. He set the underwear carefully aside and then shot her a glare when she dissolved in a fit of giggles.
He would teach her to giggle at him. Gripping her calves, he pressed her legs up and open and then bent forward and slid his tongue along her sex.Ambrosia.The taste of her… He had not exaggerated when he called her the most precious treasure in existence.
She writhed under him as he speared her with his tongue, extending it as far as it would go inside of her and rubbing the tip against the bundle of nerves at the front of her vaginal wall. Her head tipped back, and her spine arched off the mattress as she cried out, so he did it again. And again.
Her inner muscles contracted and more of that tantalizing flavor spilled onto his tongue as she hovered on the brink of climax, but she didn’t quite go over. He let her ride the edge until her next cry was one of anguish, and then he wrapped his tail around her hip and slid it down past her navel. He lightly slapped the tip against her clitoris while he continued to work her with his mouth. Once, twice—
She cried out, loudly enough to be heard throughout the apartment, but neither of them cared about that. Her inner walls rippled with contractions so intense, they squeezed his tongue, and her thighs shook hard enough to jiggle her bountiful flesh.
It was the most decadent thing he had ever witnessed, and he was nearly ready to climax himself just from watching it.
But he held off. He wasn’t finished with her yet.
He lifted her again and maneuvered them so she was sitting in his lap, his legs bent to create a cradle for her hips, her knees spread on either side of him. Her eyes were drugged from her release, and she looked like a goddess as she smiled lazily at him, leaning in for a kiss.
Tilting his hips, his shaft slid along her slickness, stimulating her sensitive clit and making her shudder against him. He repeated the motion, stopping to push just the tip inside her before sliding back up. She draped her arms over his shoulders and stroked his wings where they connected to his back.
“Take me inside,” he rumbled, shuddering from the sensation. Being touched with gentleness and care was still new to him, and it sometimes felt overwhelming, but in a good way.
She lifted her hips to line his erection up with her entrance. Gazes locked, he forced his body to be still as she slowly sank down onto him. One inch, and she stopped with a gasp. She pushed a little deeper between sliding back up, coating his shaft in her arousal.
“Take more,” he growled, unable to stem his impatience. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t help himself.
