Page 153 of The Demon's Pet

“I can’t wait. I’m sorry, Cleo. I must have you.” Then his hands grabbed my ass, tore my underwear away easily, and pulled me over his head so I was sitting on his face. His tongue flicked out wickedly against my bare skin, now trapped against him, and I let out a moan, realizing what he intended.

Gods, this man was too good.

I was too turned on to be self-conscious, my body too aware of the pleasure his mouth could bring to care about anything but that.

My knees were on his shoulders, and my hands were braced behind me on his chest. Every part of him I touched felt amazing.

But it felt so wicked, so forbidden, to feel my wetness dripping into his mouth, to feel his tongue reach up to tease me before playing along the seam of my folds, then returning to my clit. I felt his face rise so he could press fully into my sex, and his nose, his chin, everything stimulated me.

“Sam,” I moaned again as I arched back, maintaining my balance as his hands came up to pin my thighs, pulling me even closer into his mouth.

I was worried I might smother him, but as his tongue and lips lazily explored, licking, flicking, and torturing, all thoughts of everything but how amazing this felt flew away.

Fully supported, I arched against the foreign sensations of his entire face moving against my most vulnerable place.

But then he began to kiss me again, using the weight of my body and his utter access to me to own me completely.

I buried my hands in his hair, leaning forward, and his tongue moved slightly inside me, giving me a unique sensation I immediately loved.

I wanted more.

I moved against his mouth, mewling, and he let out a growl, grabbed both my ass cheeks in his hands, and pulled me so tight against him there was no escape.

I bucked. I jerked. I nearly passed out because it got hard to breathe as the pleasure built, but Sam didn’t stop.

As I reached the apex, I felt him licking and sucking, voracious, and when he let out a little growl and commanded me to come, I did, my body releasing instantly.

But his tongue stayed against me as I came, trapped against his mouth. He stroked me, sucked me, urged every wave higher and more intense.

It was almost too sensitive to take, but the second I was coming down, he was starting again, building another intense release.

And all I could do was hold on through the greatest storm of pleasure of my life.

When I came again, I shuddered against him, nearly losing my balance, but he merely readjusted me and muttered that he wasn’t done.

When I pulled back, wondering if he could even breathe right, he let out a little growl and pulled me back, licking me again.

And, gods, I couldn’t bring myself to want to stop.

If both of us died like this, so be it. My body wantedmore. And gods help me, my heart did too.

Sam continued to feed on me until my body was exhausted from orgasm, till I could barely breathe, my body so was enervated from pleasure, until each release was so strong I didn’t know how I could survive.

He fed on my desire, licking and slurping as though I were the best thing he’d ever tasted, and the firm, reassuring grip of his hands never failed. I rode his face, enjoying every sensation, lost to the pleasure of the moment.

“Breathe, Cleo,” he murmured against my vagina, making me choke out a gasp. “Breathe. I don’t want you passing out… yet.”

“But I…” I panted, my whole body ready to go limp from so much release. Yet my muscles were tensed, ready, and my inner demon felt awake and like she would never have enough.

We should keep him, she said suddenly when Sam was sucking on my clit at a particularly delicious angle.

I pushed the thought away. I would never take a mate if I had any say in it.

This was enough. This moment of pleasure. This hurricane of feelingsogood.

I came again, then again, and Sam adjusted his position, never seeming to get tired of licking, sucking, tasting, and making me buck, writhe, and moan.

“Cleo, so gorgeous,” he’d say against me, still sounding ravenous. “More, I need more.”

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