Page 80 of Hooked on a Demon
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After the conversation with Everest, Declan and Eliana stick around to have lunch with her family before heading back to his place. Buckley greets them at the door as usual, tapping his claws on the floor as he spins in circles, unable to stand still. Once he’s deemed the pets sufficient, he scampers off and finds a sunny spot to lie down for an afternoon of sunbaking.
Pushing herself up to sit on the counter while Declan gets them drinks, Eliana says, “I’ll admit, I was a bit scared about how that conversation was going to go.”
“Only a bit?” he laughs.
“Okay, more than a bit.”
Declan chuckles before admitting, “I was, too. But you handled all of that perfectly.”
“I did?”
“You did,” he says, handing her a drink and placing his beside her before sliding his arms around her. “You’re so strong. I admire many things about you, like your brains, your compassion, your beauty,” he says, kissing his way up her neck with each compliment, “but most of all, your strength.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm…”
“Well, thank you, Mr. Grace.”
“If you’re up to it, I’d love to show you how much I admire you.”
She puts her glass down on the counter and reaches her hand between them, palming his cock through his pants. “If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you already are.”
He growls into the hollow of her neck, his hot breath sending a heatwave straight to her core. “Love, I have so much more in store for you.” His hands move to her ass and lift her off the counter, her legs wrapping naturally around his hips as he carries her upstairs.
Despite having his face buried in her chest, nipping at the flesh through her shirt, he finds the way to his bedroom without issue. As he sits on the edge of his bed, she unwraps her legs from around him and bends her knees, straddling his broad form. Goddess, she’ll never tire of the feeling of being wrapped up in him.
His hands grip her ass, surely leaving more fingerprints, as she grinds into that delicious bulge she grabbed onto. Not wanting to prolong the feel of him against her skin, her hands roam to the hem of his shirt, forcing him to lift his arms as she pulls it off. She then repeats the action with her top and tosses both behind her. His hands roam up her back, feeling like a brand on her skin. Hot and permanently marking her as his, but in the best way possible.
With a quick flick of his fingers, Declan undoes her bra. His fingers dance up her back, grazing her exposed flesh as they hook under the straps. Guiding the material down her arm leaves a trail of goosebumps on her exposed flesh. She removes one arm from the strap and then repeats it on the other side. He lifts her bra above his head, twirls it on a finger, and launches it somewhere into the room. “Hades, you’re fucking hot,” he says, palming her breast and rolling her peaked nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Eliana widens her legs, allowing her to sink further on top of him. Despite being half-naked, there are still too many clothes, but she can sense the demon is starved, and she has nowhere to be. Her hips grind onto his cock, adding the touch of pressure she desires.
When he pinches her nipple, giving her that little hint of pain that drives her wild, it sends a jolt of heat to her pussy, making her clit pulse with need. “More,” she says. He does it again, and her cunt clenches, eager for him as she grinds into him harder, riding the bulge his cock has formed.
Still too many clothes.
“So needy.”
“I needyou,” she whines. Fuck, she’s never been someone who whines, but this demon brings it out of her. Desperate. Hungry to be filled by him.
“I’m right here,” he says. “I’ll always be right here.” His free hand lightly grasps the back of her neck and pulls her face down to his. Their lips meet, and it’s slow and torturous. Exploratory, not as if they haven’t done this before, but as though they understand they have all the time in the world to learn about each other. His lips are soft and supple, caressing her soul from the outside.
“I love you,” she whispers into his mouth.
He nips her lip. “I love you, too. Now, and always.”
Pulling himself away, he stands, putting her feet on the floor.
“What are you do—” she starts to ask before his hands find his belt. He holds the buckle in one hand and slides the other behind, and in one swift motion, he whips the belt out of his pants in perhaps the hottest display she has ever seen. She continues to watch as he undoes his pants and lets them drop to his ankles. His thumbs then hook into the top of his boxers, and he bends over, sliding them down as well. Seeing him naked still takes her breath away, and perhaps makes her drool a little. She wipes her thumb across her lip to be sure as he palms his cock and strokes it slowly.
Eliana takes her cue and undoes her jeans and slides them down. She steps out of them, kicking the fabric to the side, leaving her in her soft yellow thong. He continues stroking himself, and watching him play with himself is hot and oh so enticing. The little bead of precum on his head keeps catching the light, and it’s taking a lot of willpower not to drop to her knees and lick it off.
Maybe…
She does exactly that. She may have asked him to crawl to her, but dammit, she’s more than willing to do the same. Eliana falls to all fours, pushing her ass into the air like a yoga cow pose, and crawls to him. She stops in front of him and gazes up through her eyelashes, catching the fire staring back at her. Pushing herself to be on her knees, she places her hands on each of his legs, using them as support as they glide toward that delicious cock of his. A low rumble starts to sound from him. One of her hands clasps his balls and begins to massage, eliciting a short, pleasured hiss from him while her other hand replaces his on his cock. When she licks the precum from the head, she swears his knees almost give out. And when she takes him into her mouth, tasting his salt, he groans out.
