Page 71 of The Demon's Delight
“Yes,” I breathed, knowing I was going to be sore but not caring. That was tomorrow’s problem to manage.
“Good.” He maneuvered me where he wanted me, bringing my ankles to his shoulders as he sat back on his heels. He employed both hands to lift me by the ass, positioning me carefully across his thighs.
Then he smiled as he raised himself up on his knees, and I swear my internal temperature went up thirty degrees. He pressed into me, entering slowly as he continued to lean forward until he was fully seated inside me, and my knees were up by my face. Palms on the blanket next to my head, his glowing eyes slipped closed as he released a long breath. The slow ache as my body adjusted for him once again had me whining.
“Okay, beloved?” He froze, his own chest heaving but his eyes concerned.
“Yes,” I repeated. The word came out on a moan, which was all the provocation he needed to continue.
Our first coupling had been frenzied, desperate. This time, Seir very clearly was being slow, deliberate. His tail tickled along my legs, up and down the calf on one side and then theother before wrapping around my right leg, the length of his tail twined around my limb like a snake.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I teased, but the impact was diminished greatly by the breathiness of my voice.
“Oh, trust me, I know you’re not. You’re all mine right now.” The gentle rocking pace he started had my eyes rolling back because of the angle he was at, that delicious spot near my entrance getting perfect friction. His jaw flexed and rolled as he set a torturously slow pace. I felt every inch as he moved, his cock pressing all the way in and then pulling nearly all the way out.
He lifted his torso up a little, balancing on a single hand. The other he brought to his mouth, making painfully prolonged eye contact with me as he sucked on his fingers then delved between us to circle my overly sensitive clit.
“Seir. I can’t. It’s too much, I’m going to?—”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Moonflower.” He increased the pressure as well as the speed of his fingers, my body hovering right on the edge. “We have all the time in the world. I’m willing to see exactly how many times you can come for me.”
“Move. Please.” He’d stopped rocking his hips, but I wanted that too. I needed it. And I needed him to stop talking like that, because it was doing something to me I didn’t expect or know how to manage.
“I like you greedy, Hailon.” He stared down at me, eyes glowing bright gold, satisfied smirk on his mouth. The low tone of his voice rattled through me, the way he said my name causing a sharp increase in my arousal.
“I’m not greedy,” I managed to argue though panting breaths, but it was too late.
He chuckled through a groan as I detonated, a wild noise tearing through my throat as my body clenched around him.
Seir leaned down over me again, holding my face in his palm as I breathed my way back to reality.
“You are, little Moonflower. But I like it.” His thrusts were harder, more intentional as he whispered to me, pausing to lace my collarbone with gentle sucks. “I like when you take what you need.” His hips flexed almost brutally, and I was somehow hurtling toward another climax as he played every part of my body like its master. “Love when you tell me exactly what you want. I’d give you anything, you know. The whole world. Just ask.”
I was reduced to moans and ashes as my body incinerated itself from the inside out once more.
“Fuck.” His rhythm became disjointed, and his jaw twitched as he chased his own release. “I was going to take my time, draw things out. But I can’t resist. You feel too good.” Eyes closed and face turned to the sky, he gasped as he spilled inside me.
He carefully slid my legs from his shoulders, pinning me to the blanket and smothering me with more slow kisses before leveraging himself off.
The fire crackled as he found a cloth and wet it with some of our heated water.
“I can take care of myself; you don’t have to do that.” I sat up and tensed my legs, drawing them together when he returned, clearly intent on cleaning me up.
His head tilted to the side, and he gave me a playfully chastising look. “Open.” I relaxed my thighs. Seir cleaned me up with gentle reverence, then wandered off toward the fire again. When he returned, he brought cups of tea with him and some of the dried fruit I’d hoarded in my pack. He pulled a blanket over our legs as he settled down next to me. “I thought you’d have learned by now that I take care of what’s mine, Hailon, particularly you. Are you alright?”
“I’m lovely. You?” I wasn’t brave enough to look at him and was more than thankful for the cup of tea to bury my blushing face in.
“I could die right now, perfectly happy. Though I’d rather have an eternity of repeating that, if it’s all the same to you.” This new side of him was a pleasant surprise, at least to my hormones. It was no small relief that my chest was no longer on fire, but the way he had my heart racing was a new complication to manage.
“You’re different since you went back to Hell.” My brain still felt more than scrambled, in the best way. My eyes were heavy, too, and I knew that sleep was chasing me.
He chuffed into his own mug. “It’s not Hell’s fault, Hailon. I’ve been different since I got into you.” I choked on his words, spraying the blanket with my tea. Seir only laughed, thumping my back helpfully as I coughed. “Sorry. That’s my fault. Here, for your safety.” He took my cup and laid us down, my head pillowed on his chest and his fingers running through my hair.
I shook my head but found myself grinning. Everything was new, somehow, and this little bubble of peace with us inside was perfect.
Even if I sometimes choked on my tea.
Chapter 32
