Page 82 of The Demon's Delight
It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes to find Hailon tucked into me like a little spoon, just as we’d fallen asleep. The desire to breathe her in, consume her taste, rode me hard. She was so peaceful though; I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up.
Instead, I buried my face in the curve between her neck and shoulder, the sweet smell that was uniquely her branding itself into my memory, my hand palming her hip instead of dangling over it. My tail tightened around her ankle as I settled.
I realized it was inconsistent of me, but I couldn’t help vacillating wildly between being confident she was going to be perfectly fine without me here and utterly anxious at the prospect of having to return to Hell.
As I lay there ticking off mental boxes, reassuring myself she would be secure either in or near Revalia, she turned over, crushing her face to my chest and breathing me in just as I had done to her.
“Why are you awake?” she asked, voice rough with sleep. Her hand rose to my neck, and I captured it with my own, bringing it to my mouth and kissing her palm.
“Normally, I’d already be up and about. Stoking the fire. Thinking about how soon is too soon to start breakfast.”
“Mmm.”
After a few minutes, her breathing evened out and I slipped from the bed to do just that—the fire part at least. Reviving the flames brought some much-needed warmth and light back to the room. I was fine seeing in the dark, but the loving way the glow bounced off Hailon’s features was unmatched. I’d stared at her plenty in such light during our travels.
I filled the big pot with water as well, ready for my own bath.
Hailon cuddled her body into me immediately when I laid back down. My heart thumped happily behind my ribs, the bond pleased by our closeness.
“I didn’t mean for you to leave,” she complained sleepily.
I brushed my lips across her forehead, fingers stroking through her hair. “Just taking care of the fire. It’s cool this morning.”
“Mmm. Can you go back to sleep now?”
“No. But you can.”
She shook her head. “We’re working with limited time today, though, aren’t we?” She covered a jaw-cracking yawn with her hand.
“Yes, but you need to be rested. Right now, there’s nothing going on but this,” I argued, closing my eyes and resting my lips against her forehead as I slowly pulled my fingers through her hair.
Her hands were restless and started working under my tunic. My muscles tensed as her fingertips crawled up my stomach and danced along my ribs. I copied the gesture, and she squirmed a little, cheeks flushing pink.
“I like touching your skin,” I whispered, dragging my hand along the tiny scars that decorated her back along the ribs. “Tasting it.” I pressed my mouth to hers, a surge of lust hittingme as she breathed a light moan while kissing me back. Her leg rose, hitching over my hip, and I suddenly desperately wanted out of my trousers. I traced my way up her leg with my hand, stopping at the top of her thigh.
“I like those things too.”
I groaned into the curve of her neck and allowed her to take her time exploring while she kissed me, her fingertips leaving tiny fires in their wake as she touched every inch of me she could get to. She traced along my tattoos, then down the valley between my stomach muscles. She poked gently against my ribs, counting them before tracing along the hollow of my collarbone. Then she dipped her hands under the waistband of my pants, and I had to pull away from her clever mouth. “You’re dangerous, Little Moonflower.”
She rose up in the bed on her knees, pulling off the tunic she’d gone to sleep in. To my immense pleasure and distress, it was the only thing she was wearing at all.
“Hailon. Please.” I wasn’t even sure what I wanted, but I was begging. I didn’t care.
The beautiful creature shimmied my trousers off my body and decided immediately to end my existence on this plane when she settled herself between my legs and lowered her mouth to the head of my throbbing cock.
It was an exquisite kind of pleasure, the way she worked me with both her hands and her tongue. I was seeing white behind my eyelids with every stroke, the alternating sensations of heat of her mouth then the cool air of the room plus her rotating hands impossible to keep up with. There was no boring topic in the world I could have thought of that would have kept me from getting that tingle down my spine, the warning that things were going to end all too soon.
“No, please,” I groaned, reaching for her. “Not yet.”
She released me with a pop, rising to her knees after a long lick, and that was beautiful torture. Hailon settled herself on top of me, using her own hands to guide me to her wet center without so much as a blink of hesitation.
“Fuck.” I heaved several breaths, holding her hips still so she couldn’t move. She wiggled side to side a little, getting a better position on her knees. When I was finally able to open my eyes, I found my goddess peering down at me, pleasure etched into her face. “Anything,” I offered. “Anything you wish for, my queen. I will get it for you.”
She smiled, a patient, gentle grin and started to rock, her weight shifting from her toes to her knees. Her hands settled against my chest as she moved, head thrown back and breath coming in short pants. Her eyebrows drew together, and I felt the moment her body decided to tease her with the first flutters of her impending release. I was barely keeping myself together, jaw clenched and body stiff, as she controlled our rhythm. I used my tail to slip between us, teasing at her sensitive clit as she clenched around me, her pace becoming more aggressive as she chased her orgasm.
“I think you’re going to kill me, Moonflower,” I gasped for breath, praying I could hold out for her, the pleasure rocketing down my spine like a bolt of lightning. “It will be a beautiful death.”
“Seir!” Hailon’s head fell back, and she lifted up a bit as she found her release. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of my chest, and part of me hoped she’d leave me marked. My thoughts went white as my own pleasure chased through my body, the squeeze from her core too much for me to battle.
