Page 74 of The Demon's Pet

I nodded quickly. This was wrong.

His hand moved down to the apex of my legs, trapped under him. He had to reach behind his leg to touch me, but he did, smoothly gliding over my panties up to a sensitive part at the top of my sex.

He rubbed over it, sliding over the wetness and the silk covering me, and his eyes seemed to eat up my reaction as I arched back in response to the pleasure his heated touch brought.

Nothing should feel this good, I thought.

“I won’t let you rob us both,” he murmured, leaning over to whisper against my lips, his breath hot against my face. His finger moved faster, faster, and I felt something building in me, tighter and tighter, making my body feel hard to control. I bucked against him, but he simply moved his hand away just as I was about to go over some interminable edge, making me whimper.

“Shh, pet, I’ll make it better,” he said quietly in that rough, low voice that drove me crazy. “Just a little more torture first.”

To my shock, he tore away my bra like it was paper. Then he shoved my hands up as he moved down my body, putting his lips directly over my left nipple. As he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, I arched again, uttering an oath.

“The only god’s name you should mention is mine,” he hissed.

“Sam,” I cried out as he flicked his tongue out against my nipple and then sucked it to caress it before dragging his teeth gently along the edge. Each move made heat sear me down to my center, causing my body to buck with pure shock.

The sensations were like nothing I’d ever felt before.

If I’d known someone could make me feel like this, I would have sinned before.

Sam moved to my other breast, using his hand to tweak the nipple of the wet one that was now exposed to the air, sensitive and cold without his touch.

As his mouth licked one nipple and his hand tortured the other, he began to move his hips against me, stroking that incredible hardness against my wet heat, building the fire inside me even higher.

I could barely breathe, barely think. I was so overwhelmed in pleasure. But I also had the feeling I was awakening to something. Something I could never ignore now that I’d felt it.

Sex could be sogood.

I bucked against him as he bit lightly on my nipple, the pain just the slightest edge on the pleasure rushing through my body. I never wanted this to stop. I bucked against him harder, but he was so big, so strong, so unstoppable, and there was nothing I could do but hold on.

“Sam,” I uttered, feeling the tension in me tighten until I felt like a violin string begging to be plucked. I felt panicked, like something was supposed to happen but it wasn’t. I thrashed side to side, trying to shake his hands.

I needed him, needed something, but he just sat back, looking down at me as the room began to swim, blur, and disappear.

“Oh no, no you don’t,” I muttered. “Don’t you start this and not finish it.”

I grabbed for his hands, but he was motionless now, just sitting atop me, watching me.

“No, I can’t.” I bucked and writhed. “Please.” Something had to happen. I couldn’t stay like this.

Even if this was a dream, it was cruel for it to end like this.

But the room continued to blur, then go black, and when I woke up, I was tangled in the sheets, my hand down my underwear, the sheets covering me clumsily.

And Sam was standing at the door, watching me, wearing that stupid white tee shirt that showed off his powerful chest.

I looked him over. No sign of an erection.

It truly had all been a dream.

I’d never been so humiliated.

And he was studying me with that hard-to-read expression, so I had no idea how long he’d been there or how much he’d seen.

Yet I still had an odd ache inside me, like something was tense because it hadn’t relaxed yet.

“Can I tempt you?” Sam asked in a low voice, leaning against the frame, much like he had in the dream.

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