Page 51 of Prince of Demons
“Blackened stars,” he groaned, pulling back from her lips to place scorching kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. The heat in her blood turned to champagne fizz with every press of his lips against her skin, inching lower and lower. When he kissed his way down her breastbone, she didn’t think; moaning with need she hadn’t known she possessed before the first night in his bed, she speared her fingers through his hair and pulled him to one achingly tight nipple.
Kesh obeyed her unspoken demand. Warm, wet heat closed around the needy little bud, the flick of a tongue following. When he sucked, her groan of pleasure mixed with his.
“More!” The demand rasped out of her throat, pulled by the aching throb in her clit for every suck on her nipples. Shit, he made her feel so fucking needy. Like every nerve in her body was strung too tight, and the only way to relief was through him. “Please, Kesh, I need—oooh!”
Her desperate cry cut off on a moan when he pushed one large hand between them, thumb landing on her ringed clit as he turned his mouth to her other breast. Deep, rhythmic suckles echoed down the length of her body and back up her spine with every strum over her center of nerves, until there was nothing left but wet, clenching need. Without thought, she grasped onto his horns and pushed, trying to guide his mouth downward.
“I love how desperate you are for me,” he rasped against her, scorching lips nipping at the skin covering her belly as he let her steer his head down. When he finally reached her pussy, his breath hitched, and a growl rumbled out of his throat. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good. Do you want to come? Is that why that needy little pussy is soaking for me, hmm? You want me to feast on your helpless little clit?”
Georgia nodded frantically, giving his horns a hard tug to try and guide him down to her throbbing clit. “Yes, yes, please, that! I need that!”
Snarling, he roughly parted her labia and, without further warning, buried his mouth in her pussy.
“Ah!” Her cry as shocks of sensations rocked through her pelvis and down her thighs was overlaid by his rich growl.
“Fuck!”
Feast, he’d said. It was exactly what he did. His hungry mouth moved against her spread pussy, lips sliding over wet flesh and encircling her throbbing clit. When he began to suck, she saw stars.
“Fuck, goddamn, yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her frantic cries were breathy and desperate as she clung to his horns and rode his face with wild abandon. All sense of modesty and fear wiped away by the all-consuming need to come for him. It took only moments before the fire ate through her last resistance, and her climax thundered through her.
“Kesh!” His name spilled from her lips, her hands yanking his face deeper into her pussy by her grip on his horns as her thighs clamped shut around his neck. “Mmmhyes!”
He groaned in response, lips easing off her spent clit as he kissed his way down her seam to her entrance. Greedy, wet sounds followed as he licked up the liquid proof of her orgasm.
Georgia lay in a haze of fading pleasure, fingers softening on his horns. Relaxation flooded her muscles in a lazy wave, allowing him to easily lap up her energy as he drank her. It was a curious sensation, feeling the trickle of life essence leave her body. Calming. Pleasurable, even. She eased her thigh’s grip on his neck, but he wrapped his arms around them before they could slip off his shoulders and anchored his hands on her ass, keeping her legs wrapped around him.
He was such a juxtaposition. Georgia looked down at him through hooded lids—at the creature of nightmares who called her ‘Breeder’; a ruler among demons who was in the process of drinking her very life force… and felt only pleasurable calm, and a startling thread of affection. Every inch of him was monstrous—from the horns and scales, to his foul temper and murderous tendencies. But he’d let her see his vulnerable parts—and she would never be able to look at him like nothing but a monster again. Whatever else he was, he would always be the man who’d cried in her arms over the loss of his mother.
The creature who gave her pleasure beyond anything she’d known to be possible.
As if drawn by her thoughts, Kesh broke his mouth’s connection to her core, easing off with a reluctant groan, followed by several kisses to her pussy.
“You don’t need anymore energy? I think I have more to give—I’m not anywhere near as tired as last time.” Also, she wasn’t ready for the pleasure to end, or for his walls to come back up.
The prince gave a soft groan of reluctance, but raised back up with a final kiss to her swollen pussy. “Don’t tempt me, little one. I could feast on you for days.”
“That doesn’t sound like the worst way to spend time with a demon,” she quipped, earning her a throaty chuckle from the big male.
“I like you like this. Unafraid.” His voice was unexpectedly soft, and the way he looked at her then—black eyes full of adoration; worship… Her stomach tightened with a flutter, but her chest warmed and eased. No one had ever looked at her like that. Like she was the center of the universe.
“I like me like this, too,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off his. Unwilling to.
Kesh made a soft sound at the back of his throat and leaned in, as if pulled by a string. His lips crashed against hers, still fiery with need, but when his hands swept up to cup her face, it was with aching gentleness.
“I think… it’s your turn,” she gasped between his scalding kisses.
“My turn?” he rumbled, tongue flicking in between her lips to stroke against hers.
“To come.” She pulled away from his kiss and, drawing in a breath to find her courage, reached for the intimidating column of flesh she’d tried her best to ignore up until then.
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Kesh
Raw sensation flared up his length as Georgia’s slim fingers wrapped around his aching cock. His breath hitched as he stared from her hand, barely making it more than halfway around, to her blue eyes darkened with desire. For him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words were out of his throat before he could stop them, rough with sincerity. Vulnerable. But she’d already seen him at his most exposed, his weakest. What did it matter that she knew how utterly breathtaking he found her right now? There was no hiding the depths of his yearning for her, not with how fully her scent and taste and sounds filled him up from the inside out.
