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I want toconsumehim.
That thought reaches me through my need, but only barely. It’s an itch I can’t scratch, a piece of friction in a perfect moment. Even as it threatens to be swept away in my need, I make myself break the kiss. “Are you—” I can’t catch my breath. “Caleb, are you okay?”
“Yes.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Are you?”
I don’t know. I brush my lips against his and whimper at the new rush of emotions. The lust is there, so strong that I almost feel drunk on it, but it’s the softer emotion that warms my chest and makes me loop one leg around his waist, bringing us closer. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Gemma.” His grip on my hip tightens and then eases. “I’m feeling a lot of things right now, buthurtisn’t one of them.”
“Oh. Right. Good.” It’s difficult to think beyond the demand formore. “Do you want to stop?”
He gives a choked laugh. “Not even a little. Do you?”
“No.” I’m already shaking my head, already clutching his hips and rolling mine to meet the hard length pressed against me. “Don’t stop.”
Chapter 5
For the first time in longer than I care to think about, I’m not worrying about my next inevitable failure. It feels sogoodto press my body to Caleb’s, to have his hands roaming down my spine, tracing over the curve of my ass, stroking the back of my thigh to leverage it higher, to allow him closer yet.
And, gods, hisemotions. They pour into me in wave after wave, until I’m filled to bursting. I break our kiss again, panting. “Do you have a preference on anatomy?”
He’s breathing just as hard as I am. “No. I like all kinds of people. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
I don’t have strong preferences either. Being able to shift your body on a whim—as long as you’re powerful enough—means I can try on different forms as the mood shifts. Right now, I’m comfortable with my body, like the heavy weight of my breasts on my chest, like the softness between my thighs. With his emotions still surging, it takes no thought at all to shift that softness into a vulva, inner and outer labia, vagina, and—of course—a clitoris. The lessons in human anatomy stressed the importance of utilizingthatwhen seducing a partner who possesses one. “Let’s try this one.”
Caleb kisses me in response. Later, I’ll be amazed at how easy that small shift was, howquick, but right now I’m toobusy rolling him onto his back and perching on his stomach. His hands immediately go to my mane of hair, his fingers digging in as he smooths it back from my face to keep kissing me. His emotions are so clear on my tongue, and knowing that he feels the same way I do in this moment—needy and amazed and almost ... gentle?—gives me the courage to sit up. “I would like to revisit the subject of sitting on your chest.”
“Gladly.” He’s already gripping my thighs and sliding down the bed. He doesn’t stop when I’m even with his chest, though; Caleb keeps going until I’m straddling his face. His eyes are on my face as he presses a devastatingly gentle kiss to the apex of my thighs. It feels good. It feels like he actually cares, which doesn’t make any kind of sense, but I’m awash in pleasure and have no time to consider the potential implications of crossing this boundary with the human I’m supposed to be scaring. Not with Caleb carefully parting my folds and delving his tongue into the very core of me.
“Oh.” Without thinking, my claws are in his hair and I rock my hips to meet his mouth. It feels good and he moans, so I keep doing it. I ride his tongue as he focuses on my new clitoris, both of us quickly finding a rhythm and pressure that has me feeling like I might explode right out of my skin. His lust drives mine, slick and forbidden and all the hotter for it.
I don’t break the rules. I fail to follow them, but that failure has always made me sick to my stomach with the knowledge that I’ll never be good enough. This is intentional in a way I’ve never even considered attempting before meeting him. There will be a penance to pay, and I don’t care because it feels too good to stop.
“Caleb,” I moan. “Keep doing that. Right there.”
His fingers dig into my thighs as he obeys, rubbing the flat of his tongue against my clitoris. Bright lights flare behind my eyes and then I’m orgasming with a shriek of pure glee. Hemakes a muffled sound and I realize I’ve been suffocating him with my pussy and quickly rise onto my knees again. “Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?” My voice is all wrong, thready, as if I’ve been running a great distance.
Instead of calling me a monster, he turns his head and nips my thigh. “Don’t you dare apologize.” He shifts his touch back to my pussy. “I’m not done yet.”
I’m not done either. Even as the aftershocks of my orgasm alight in faint waves, I’m greedy for more. “I want to taste you too.”
Caleb goes still and closes his eyes. “Gemma, baby, I need you not to say stuff like that while you’re dripping on my face. I want to make you come a few more times first. I’m not going to last long. Fuck, I almost came just from tasting you. I want you too desperately.”
I glance over my shoulder to where his hard cock strains against the thin fabric of his underwear. The high is still making me brave—or reckless. “Then you can come a few times too.” Before he can argue further, I rise and turn around so that I’m once again straddling his face, but facing his body this time. It feelsso goodto stretch out over him, to press my skin against his, to feel his heat pulsing beneath me. “Oh, Caleb.” I whimper. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get enough of you.”
“Then don’t.” He tugs me back a bare inch and exhales harshly against my throbbing core.
I hook my thumbs into the band of his underwear and tug the fabric down to reveal his cock. He’s as perfectly formed here as everywhere else, long and strong with a wicked curve. I carefully wrap my fist around his base and angle his length so I can take him into my mouth.
Did I think I was glutted on his emotions from a kiss? It’s a thousand times stronger now. His need bursts over me ashe grips my thighs anddevoursme before I can get the round head of him between my lips. His frenzy rises in a wave that pulls me along with it. There’s no technique here. I need to devour him in return, to take him deep within me, to bring him even a fraction of the pleasure he’s brought me.
On a whim, I shift my free hand’s claws into fingers and cup his balls. They’re soft and strange and pleasing, and he clearly likes what I’m doing, because his cock suddenly goes even fuller in my mouth. Caleb cries out against my heated flesh and then he’s coming, filling my throat in great spurts that leave me dizzy. It feels like I’m drinkinghimdown, smart and kind and caring and sexy in a way I have a difficult time putting into words.
I go limp and slump off him, drunk on his emotions. I didn’t know a demoncouldbe drunk on emotions, but the faint light in the room spins merrily, and my skin practically crackles with the energy now filling me. For the first time since I was a child, I’m not hungry, not even a little.
“Gemma.” Caleb reaches for me, somehow getting us lined up properly so I can sprawl on him instead. “Are you okay?”
“Feels good.” I nuzzle his throat. “You?”
