Page 151 of The Demon's Pet

He smiled up at me. “Not a bad view.”

I shrugged out of the silk robe, tossing it to the side so it couldn’t get wet. Then, audaciously, I reached under my silk slip and undid my bra, which I managed to toss aside before pulling the blue silk down over me again.

My nipples pressed out in hard peaks, and as Sam reached up to take my hands, guiding me down to him, I felt myself get wet between the legs.

He helped me lower into the tub, then, to my shock, raised my legs onto the ledge of the tub on either side of his head and grabbed me under my back, pulling me in toward him.

Instantly, I realized what he wanted. Shock moved through me as he moved my arms up to brace on the side of the tub and guided me closer, closer, till my underwear was almost at his mouth.

I felt utterly exposed, facing him, supported by him, floating in the water except for his thighs helping to hold me up and his huge hands gripping my hips in front of him like a feast he was desperate to eat.

“Sam,” I said uncertainly. This felt so wicked. So exposed. I’d never thought of anyone doing this to me. Self-doubts flooded me, but lust was even stronger, and a tingle of anticipation shot up my spine as his mouth came close.

“Don’t drown,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on mine. Then he pulled my underwear aside, and his lips closed over me, so hot I bucked against his hands, holding tight to the side of the tub.

Gods, his mouth felt amazing. His hand had been incredible before, but his lips, his tongue, flicking out to explore and taste, were so wet and hot the sensation was immediately almost too strong.

Almost.

He dug in voraciously, licking every part of me, his eyes watching fiercely for every movement, moan, or buck. As he had before, he adjusted, twisting his tongue this way or that, sucking down just where he knew I wanted it.

An orgasm was already building, faster than I’d ever imagined. The steamy water engulfing my body, his hold on me, the scent of jasmine in the air, and even the knowledge of what he’d done for me all increased the intensity of what I was feeling, like natural aphrodisiacs.

“Sam,” I murmured, breathing hard as the tension got stronger, tighter, knotting me up inside and making me thrash against his hold slightly.

But he was resolute, and his hold on me didn’t waver as his lips caught my clit in a deep kiss, tonguing and sucking till the pleasure in me was rising like water in a flooded room.

“Oh gods.” I bucked, but he held me as the heat built and built, the tension inside me nearly unbearable. “Please, I can’t—”

He paused, lifting his mouth above me to look at me triumphantly. Cool air brushed across me, and I shuddered at the loss of his mouth even as I felt the tension ebb impatiently inside me. Then his tongue darted out to flick me again, and I jolted in his hands.

“Close, little wolf?”

I nodded jerkily, and he lowered his mouth to kiss me again deeply, engulfing my clit in his lips and stroking it over and over with his tongue.

The heat was back again, the tension twice as strong, rising twice as fast, and my whole body felt as if it were about to be struck by lightning, based on the way all of me was bracing, my muscles all painfully tight.

He was keeping me up in the water, but as his tongue flicked over me and my head went back, my hair dipped into the soapy, gorgeous-smelling water, and when I jerked my head up, I saw Sam watching with a grin.

“As I said, don’t drown.”

Looking into those wicked black and gold eyes, I almost wondered if I truly could.

He lifted his head after another long, languid, utterly irresistible kiss to my clit. I was panting, huffing, squirming against his firm hold on my hips.

“You taste so amazing, Cleo. Every taste of you only makes me hungrier.” His long lashes lowered as he kissed me again, and this time, he sucked hard, and I came.

I screamed and then tried to muffle myself with one hand, which made me lose purchase in the water.

But Sam’s hand was there, his large palm supporting me despite his threats that I might drown.

And the hot water surrounded me as the most powerful orgasm of my life burst through me, nearly buckling my entire body under the intensity of the waves of pleasure washing through me.

I looked at the beautiful, ornate ceiling and tried not to cry at how good this felt and how long it had taken me to learn my own body, what it was capable of.

But then again, Sam was an incubus, and I could tell from his every expression, the attention he paid my every move, and his smirk every time I came that he was very, very good at what he did.

“Oh gods. Oh, Sam,” I said, knowing he wanted me only to speak of him, which was fair since he’d done this to me.

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