Page 136 of Demon with Benefits
“Wet.”
His voice was a distorted rumble. He hadn’t quite figured out how to talk properly yet, since his demon side was mostly nonverbal.
Iris had twisted around on the bed to stare at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Meph.”
Satisfaction filled him on the most primal level. She was aroused by the sight of him, not just by what he could do with his tongue. She liked his strangeness, she liked seeing him lose control and unleash the dark part of himself.
He was going to reward her for that.
Bending again, he spread her flesh apart, his deadly claws close to her soft center. But she didn’t flinch or pull away; she trusted him to bring her only pleasure. His tongue wandered out from his mouth like a wayward tentacle, and he slid it lazily along her core, reveling in the taste of her and the way she surrendered to him.
He rubbed it against her clit, pressing back and forth in languid strokes. She leaned into him, pushing her hips into the pressure, until she was practically riding his tongue, her moans and curses muffled against the bed.
“Let me... lie on my back,” she panted.
He growled. He didn’t want to cede control. He wanted to decide how to take her, how to position her, how to possess her.
“I want to see you.”
The demon liked that. He’d been hiding for so long, buried under fear and self-loathing. He wasn’t capable of love per se, but he was capable of possessiveness. Iris was his. His to pleasure and own. He wanted her to see him and know who was taking her.
Meph retracted his tongue and flipped her over onto her back. Now it was she who lay flat while he stood at the edge of the bed. Pushing her legs together, he slid her underwear the rest of the way down and tossed them away. He let her keep on the high heels and stockings because they were hot as fuck.
Then, stooping slightly, he gripped her thighs, pulled her legs open, and unfurled his tongue again. There was a foot of space between his head and her core, which gave him a perfect view of the pleasure filling her face when he teased her clit with it.
He went faster, sensing her pleasure building, and he watched her eyes go heavy-lidded and her head tip back. But she never stopped watching him. She never looked away from what he was doing to her, and this pleased him.
He rewarded her by plunging his tongue inside of her, pushing through the slippery barriers of resistance. She moaned, throwing her head back.
Keeping his fingers straight to avoid nicking her with his claws, he slid his hand between her parted lips and circled her clit with the pad of one finger. His tongue kept fucking her in languid strokes. Her eyes were drugged with pleasure. “Fuck, Meph. You make me feel so good.”
She was a queen. A dark goddess he worshipped with reverence.
Deeper and harder he fucked her, his rubbing finger increasing the pressure, until her panting breaths became moans and cries. “Oh god, you’re going to make me come so hard.” He pushed further, knowing she could take it. “Yes, like that. Oh,fuck—”
She cried out and erupted around him. More of that rich flavor coated his tongue and gushed around his fingers. Her inner muscles clenched spasmodically around him, squeezing again and again.
The second she finished coming, he was on her. Tearing his hoodie off and shoving his pants down, he aligned his aching cock and pushed inside. Her tightness resisted him, but she wrapped her legs around his hips and forced him to push deep with one brutal thrust.
Sheathed inside her, he could feel the remnants of her orgasm still pulsing around him, the pleasure exquisite enough to make him mindless. Watching her with eyes he knew glowed with the demon’s hollow stare, he rolled his hips, withdrawing and then pushing as deep as he could go.
Iris dragged her hands up his back and then cupped his face. “Meph.”
She met his gaze with a tender expression. There was no revulsion for the half-demon face that looked back at her. In her eyes, he saw nothing but acceptance. Love.
The demon rose suddenly, taking control. His other side’s thoughts became a whisper in the back of his mind. The demon didn’t fully understand what his female’s emotion meant, but he felt a surge of possessiveness, dark and intoxicating.
“I see you,” she said, and he knew she was talking to him, to the creature of endless hunger. “I see you, and I love you too.”
He had no words. He didn’t know words or see the point in them. But he understood the physical expression. He drove into her with deeper strokes, watching her eyes fall shut as the pleasure consumed her, and then he bent and fused their lips together. And when hers parted, he let his tongue slide into her mouth.
He pushed it as deep as it would go, her moans stifled around the pressure in her throat. He took her with his tongue and his cock, in her core and her mouth. He owned her surrender, soaked it up, like it was both the greatest gift and his given right.
When he finally went over the edge, she was right there with him, whispering words of love, telling him to let himself fall because she would always be there to catch him.
They came down from the high, skin slicked with sweat and bodies tangled together. Meph felt his demon’s satisfaction, and the demon allowed him to draw it back to its cage for the time being. He shifted to fully human form, pulling out and dropping onto his back beside her, staring at the ceiling with a grin on his face.
“Damn.” Iris’s voice was husky. There was nothing sexier than his woman purring with the satisfaction he’d given her. “That was unexpected. You’ve been holding out on me.”
