Page 78 of The Demon's Pet

Not to mention, it was prohibited as a sin by the celestials.

But right now, I didn’t give a single fuck about rules. I’d escaped that place, hopefully forever.

And it was time to take my pleasure in my own hands, literally.

I slid my hand down between my legs, as Sam had in my dream, my fingers twitchy and nervous. I touched the spot he had in my dreams, at the top of my sex, a tiny pearl.

As I moved my hand over it, pleasure sparked through me, and my body jumped. I moved my finger, stroking and caressing, and put my other hand to my breast.

This was the right place.

I closed my eyes, pretending it was Sam doing it, even as a flush at my own wickedness burned through me. But even though I stroked and arched and tried to picture him, it wasn’t the same as my dream.

I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was seeking.

I let out a quiet cry of frustration.

I just didn’t know how to do this well enough. I’d never wanted to.

Gods damn that angel.

“Cleo.”

I jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice, lower and raspier than I’d ever heard it.

“I will keep my side of the deal,” he said, and there was a sound like his nails biting into the wood of the door. I had to be imagining it.

In my mind, I could see Sam on the other side of the door, hard and hot and as desperate as I was.

But I knew I was just imagining it.

“I wasn’t fair to you,” he said in a low voice. “So I’ll help you now, even though it’s dangerous for me.”

I stroked to the sound of his voice and had to bite down to keep another cry from moving out at the sheer pleasure. How much stronger it felt to touch myself when he talked.

How had he cast this spell on me?

“Use two fingers,” he said. “Move them over yourself, pushing one fingertip down, then the other. Alternate, and don’t stop, as I tell you what I’d be doing to you.”

I gasped but did as he said, feeling the tension in me slowly, finally begin to build.

“You have no idea,” he choked out. “If I were in there, I wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

I pictured it, and the sensations rose again, making my body buck.

“I’d pin you down, and I wouldn’t stop pleasuring you till you passed out in my arms. I wouldn’t be able to stop, no matter how you struggled, as long as you were coming.” The desperation in his voice turned me on, forcing my pleasure even higher.

“Sam,” I grated out.

“I’d touch you everywhere,” he said. “Those breasts, they’d be mine. In my mouth, in my hands. Your little clit, I’d be sucking it, no matter how you screamed for me to give mercy. I’d lick it and suck it, over and over. I’d find every spot you could come from and tease you until you came, just to watch your different orgasms. I’d—”

Heat erupted in me, and I cried out as what must have been an orgasm washed over me, making my muscles clench and release as feelings unlike anything I’d ever known before engulfed my mind, my heart, my soul.

This was beingalive.

Waves of pleasure moved through me, and my body went rigid as I arched back, closing my eyes as stars erupted from the pressure behind my lids.

When I finally relaxed, my body felt heavy, exhausted, and enervated. I sat up, pulling the sheets up over me, my heart pounding like it could fly out of my chest.

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