Page 98 of The Demon's Pet

“Please, Sam. Do something, anything.”

His lips closed over my nipple, encasing the sensitive tip in hot warmth and wetness that made me arch back at just how good it felt.

But as usual, Sam wasn’t in a hurry. He swirled his tongue slowly, languidly around my nipple while watching me with those seductive eyes.

I’d never felt so watched before.

I writhed, I bucked, but nothing got him to stop licking and sucking, until my nipple was a tortured peak that couldn’t take any more.

Then he moved to the other. When he’d finished torturing it with pleasure as well, I felt like I was falling apart, desperate, writhing. Missing something, though everything he did felt like the only heaven I’d experienced.

“Hurry,” I said. “Get it over with.” I wanted to feel that orgasm I’d felt in my room.

“I said I’d make love to you,” he growled. “I didn’t say you could tell me how to do it.”

“But I’m ready to come. I swear. Touch me—” I knew I was pathetic, practically begging, but I couldn’t help it. If I didn’t come soon, I felt I would break.

“You said you wanted to help feed me,” he murmured, licking my nipple again. “Not all orgasms are equal. Let’s make this a big one.”

I arched against him, only getting more sensitive everywhere the longer we went. “What do you mean a big one?”

“I’m going to edge you,” he said. “I told you. Incubus. I won’t make you pass out, and I won’t fuck you, but I’m going to take you to the edge of your limits, and by the time you come, you’re going to think you’re going to die the feeling will be so strong. You’re going to dread it, beg me for mercy, and that, my little wolf, is when you will come for me.”

I blinked but had no further time to consider his extremely hot words because his hand was trailing down, down, to the top of my shorts. He lifted his head to look at me, waiting for me to nod, and then shoved his hand down between my legs, cupping at first.

I mewled because, in simply holding me with that big, hot palm, he couldn’t touch me with more pinpoint precision just where I wanted it.

Where I needed it.

His fingers palpated, pressing down into my folds and stroking lightly, gliding easily along my wetness.

“You’re soaked,” he said, lifting his hand for me to see it.

I turned away, flushing violently, but he reached out his free hand to tilt my face back to him, forcing me to watch as he licked my wetness from his hand, slowly, as if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten.

His eyes gleamed at me, red at the centers now. “Never be ashamed of your desire, Cleo. It’s the most beautiful, normal thing in the world.”

“For an incubus, you sure can be gentle,” I said.

“Wait and see if you still say that in a minute,” he said as his hand moved back down to my sex.

This time, two of his fingers rested over my clit, pressing lightly. I jerked instantly, the feeling like lightning moving through me at this first touch on the most sensitive part of my sex.

He stroked lightly, slowly, patiently, watching my eyes. He moved in circles, and I closed my eyes and tried to hold on. Colors danced behind my eyelids.

He moved in lines, then drew something that felt like the alphabet. Every time I would arch back, close to that incredible sensation I’d had before, he would pull back his finger, give me a secretive smile, and go back to kissing my breasts.

My whole body was shaking, trembling, and soaked in sweat as he continued, and I realized he might have a point.

My legs were nearly numb yet shaky from being so tense, my breasts were on fire in the best way. My clit was swollen, getting even more sensitive. And he had already figured out the motions I liked and was now torturing me with them, bringing me to the edge quicker and quicker, then stopping and leaving me hanging in an almost painful way.

Tension had built in every part of my body, and I was breathing heavily. I couldn’t take it anymore, even though it all felt so good. He kissed my lips, my breasts, my shoulders, wrapping me in a whirlwind of pleasure that just kept my tension rising higher and higher.

If he kept this up, it felt like soon I would leave the atmosphere and not be able to breathe anymore.

And he looked as though he had no intention of stopping.

Gods, this was going to be strong. I could feel it in my trembling leg muscles, in my clenching core.

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