Page 54 of Demon Loved
I reach up and grab the back of her neck, holding her in place. “I love you too, Trina.” Then I use my hand on her neck to pull her into me, and I steal a long, deep kiss, pressing her body against mine until I have the shape of hers memorized. I don’t let her go until her little hands press against my chest, begging for a breath. Even then, when I let her up, I don’t release her neck, just allow her to lean back enough to gasp for breath as my eyes roam down her blouse. I can see how her nipples have pebbled.
The sight shoots blood straight to my cock, and I can’t help but rock her body against me a little, grinding into her. She’s soft and warm and so perfect. I lean forward and suck the delicate skin at the base of her neck before whispering, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
“Here?” Her eyes widen, and she glances at my door.
“I locked it. No one can get in,” I say softly, removing my hand from her neck. Instead, I put my hand on her hips to push her back slightly. My eyes roam over her hot schoolgirl outfit one more time.
Mmm.I want nothing more than to bend her over my desk, shove up that navy skirt, push her panties down around her ankles, and fuck her hard. But that would have to be another day. My Katrina is still a virgin. She’s still young, innocent, hasn’t gone beyond oral sex—
My young innocent mate grins at me watching her, and with a smile, she flips some internal switch. Her eyes grow hooded, and her hands reach up to her blouse. She undoes the top button, then the next. “Mr. Vangrennoth…I need your help.” Her voice is ditzy and breathy.
Oh shit.
Is she playing the naughty schoolgirl?
Please yes.
Please fucking yes.
Katrina lets her tongue slide slowly across her top lip before she bites down on the bottom one.
Yes.
“Do you think you can help me?” she asks, still using that uncertain, higher pitch.
I nod, enchanted.
Her shirt falls open with each button that comes undone, the cups of her bra peeking out, and all of my shock at Katrina morphing into a little vixen flies out the window. My thoughts become solely focused on wondering whether she’d let me suck on those pretty pink nipples. Right fucking now.
I need it.
But I don’t move. I don’t want to break the spell she’s created.
Katrina untucks her blouse and finishes unbuttoning it, but doesn’t take it off. Instead, she walks forward and slings her arms over each of my shoulders, the move pressing her delicious breasts together, pushing them towards my face like an offering. “I have so many questions. And counselors have answers, right?”
I suddenly find my throat dry, probably because every drop of moisture in my body has surged into my cock, which is straining against my pants, pressed uncomfortably against my zipper. Fuck pants. Right now, they’re the most idiotic invention in history. Tunics. We need to bring back damn easy-access tunics.
Katrina brings one of her hands to trail down my chest, where I’m sure she can feel my heart pounding out of control. I’m shocked my horns haven’t popped into view already. I’m shaking with how badly I need her.
“I need someone to teach me…certain things,” Katrina purrs into my ear.
Oh. Hell. Is she asking what I think she’s asking? I nearly come in my pants at the thought. And I have had a lot of experience with edging, so that’s saying something.
Despite the hot-as-fuck porno roleplay she has going on, this is a big deal. I have to be sure. I need her to be sure. “Are you sure?”
Shut up. I’m not articulate right now, okay? I asked at least.
I touch her cheek, tracing it before settling with my palm on her soft skin. My fingers brush back a strand of hair that has fallen from her ponytail.
Her sexy façade flies away, and suddenly, my Katrina is back, biting her lip, adorably nervous as she glances up at me from underneath her eyelashes and then away again. “I mean, you don’t have to.”
No! I didn’t mean to make her self-conscious. I surge up and press against her lewdly, letting my free hand roam down her side and then palm her ass. “Oh, I’ll teach you anything you want to know, Trina,” I tell her, my voice husky with desire. “But I need to hear you say exactly what you want to learn.”
She swallows hard, and watching her throat bob makes me think of how it would look if I rammed my cock right down it. My fingers tighten on the side of her head, slightly tugging at that strand. “Mr. Vanngrenoth needs to know exactly what you want him to do. In vivid detail.”
Her words are so soft that they are nearly inaudible. “I want you to make love to me.”
My heart leaps. My cock tries to break through the fucking zipper.
