Page 152 of The Demon's Pet

I’d come to him with the hope of helping him, but truly, he was also helping me, awakening my body, awakening my pleasure, and making me come alive everywhere.

And based on the way his eyes flickered red as he looked at me and the way he seemed to be holding his breath and not blinking so as to not miss a moment of my pleasure, it was making him come alive too.

“Oh gods,” I murmured as the last aftershock rumbled through me, making my toes twitch as it ended. My body felt limp, and I realized Sam was supporting me completely.

To my shock, he was also looking slightly better, as if some of the bruises on his face had faded.

But as his hands came around my waist, pulling me upright to sit on his lap, and his eyes dipped to my breasts, barely covered by wet silk, his irises flashed to red and stayed there.

“Fuck,” he said. “You make me lose control, Cleo.” He dipped his head to my wet shoulder and placed a searing kiss there that made me arch back. “I can’t stop when it comes to you. I want to please you senseless.” His hands gripped into me. “And what scares me is it isn’t even about feeding. I want this. I want you… like I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

I gaped at him, watching his beautiful eyes study me like a puzzle he couldn’t fit together.

“I want everything with you,” he said, leaning in so our lips were close together. “When Zadis had you…” He shuddered slightly against me, his huge shoulders slumping. “I couldn’t breathe… Everything I’ve been working for would have gone down the drain, true. But you… Ever since I met you, everything has been upside down.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wanted to. I wanted to know everything about him.

And while I couldn’t take what he was saying as a pronunciation of feelings, I did understand what he meant.

There was something between us. Something we couldn’t run from no matter how hard we tried.

“There’s so much to tell you,” he murmured, his lips almost brushing mine, making me crave the heated curve of them. The things he could do with his talented tongue.

My desire was on his lips, and I saw him lick them carefully, tasting all of it.

“I must have more. I’m sorry, Cleo.” His hands cupped my ass, and he suddenly stood in the tub, picking me up with him so I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked as he carried me into the bedroom easily, tossed me onto the bed, and got on with me. We were dripping water everywhere, but neither of us seemed to care.

“Because I can’t stop. Because you’re probably going to pass out, and it’s all my fault. I knew my incubus side couldn’t resist you. I won’t let him out all the way, but I must have more of your pleasure.” He sounded more desperate than I’d ever heard him. “It feels like I’ll die if I don’t.”

“Um, this really isn’t a problem to me,” I said, looking over at him as he flopped onto his back in the middle of the bed. “I want to heal you, and…”

“And?”

I knew my cheeks were blood red, but I didn’t care. The way he wanted me, the way I wanted him, everything had brought us here.

“I’ve been wanting more of you ever since you touched me,” I said. “I’ve been craving your touch.”

The corners of his lips lifted, just for a second, but his red eyes stayed intense. “Someday, you just might end up with my incubus.”

I blinked, wondering what that meant.

“But for now, you get Sam,” he said, gesturing for me to come over to him. “Come here. I can feed on you easier this way. And again, sorry if you pass out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to give you pleasure until you can’t take anymore,” he said. “Unless you fight me in earnest, unless you truly can’t take it, I won’t stop. So tell me now and leave if you truly don’t want this.” His eyes flashed, and I could tell from the hardness in his stubborn jaw that he was dead serious.

My eyes roamed down his naked body, and I was disappointed to see black boxer briefs soaked from the bath. So I supposed he had been going easy on me when he’d been teasing me about sponge-bathing him. Still, I could see something hard and tempting and absolutely huge pushing against them.

Talk about weapons of mass destruction.

I reached for his waistband to pull them down, but he pushed my hand aside and grabbed me by the thighs, pulling me forward on top of him.

As he kept pulling me up, over his abs, then his chest, I felt his muscles graze against my wetness.

Then I saw his chin, so close to the apex of my legs. My silk slip was still on. His underwear was on. We were soaking the bed.

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