Page 185 of The Demon's Pet

He leaned down and ate me out again, licking against my sex, kissing my clit, and thrusting his tongue up and into me until I was thrashing again, lost in an utter cloud of need and lust.

I came over and over, and every time I came from my clit, he’d then use his fingers inside me, wringing even more of me out.

When I finally couldn’t take any more and was practically lying in a pool of my own fluids, utterly exhausted from so many orgasms, he released me from my bonds, and my hands and legs fell flat to the bed.

He got off the bed and paced at the foot of it, a sexy incubus with his tail whipping impatiently as he sent me another look.

It seemed that though he’d wrung everything out of me, he still wasn’t done.

There was something I hadn’t seen yet, that I would have given everything to see, but I didn’t know how he’d take it.

Since it wouldn’t technically be feeding, it wouldn’t be awakening anything. It would just be about my feelings, which I wasn’t supposed to have.

But I wanted it nonetheless, and I knew Sam had so far given me most things I wanted.

And tomorrow he would leave, and we would both have to try and move on. Put this behind us and focus on more important things.

But right now, the only important thing to me was this unbelievably sexy incubus and that huge thing at the front of his briefs.

I wanted to see him lost in pleasure.

I looked down at him, making it obvious what I wanted, then extended my tired arms to him.

I saw the doubt flash in his face, but then something else, something wicked and hot and desperate, and I knew I had won.

He jumped onto the bed, pinning me with his hands and kneeling over me easily. “No one has ever tempted me like this, Cleo. No one has ever made me want so much.”

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to me. He moved slightly back and then pulled my legs up and around his waist.

“I can’t take you,” he said. “It would hurt you. But I can show you what I know you want to see, even if it takes everything from me.”

“What do you mean takes everything?”

He put a hand to my face, and the look in his eyes was pained and desperate. “Because it’s already so hard for me to leave.”

Then he put one hand on either side of my head and thrust forward against me. Even in his briefs, I could feel his huge length pushing against me. With my legs around his waist, I could put my sex right against his hardness. He thrust up, brushing my clit, my folds, with his hard length, moving back and forth, making me moan just at the thought of having it inside.

But he was right. It was enormous. There was no way…

But it was enough, looking up at him propped on those strong, tensing arms, hair falling over his face, which was focused in pleasure, damp with sweat. His lashes lowered, then raised to look at me with those flashing crimson eyes.

It was the hottest thing I would ever see. I was sure of it. And he was building the pleasure in me again, just moving carefully against me. I was so wet that the fabric was easily soaked and glided smoothly against him and me.

The tension got tighter, tighter, and with one last stroke of that hard length, I came, my clit ringing like a bell, over and over, my body thrashing in response, my nails digging into his back.

When I was done, panting and shaking, I shook my head against his shoulder.

“No. No. I want to seeyou,” I said desperately. “I want you to—”

His eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’ll do anything.”

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, trying to catch my breath. The demon in me was awake, fierce, and very clear about what she wanted.

“I need to see you come,” I gasped out.

He swallowed as if this was something he hadn’t expected. “I don’t need to feed that way. I told you.”

“It was wonderful, feeling you against me,” I said. “And it’s amazing that you give me pleasure.” I jerked him down so I could growl in his ear. “But I need to see you come. Just once. Please.”

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