Page 97 of The Demon's Pet

“I don’t know,” I said. Then I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

As our lips pressed together, it was gentler this time. Until his tongue came out to twirl with mine again, making that low, slow heat build in me.

I was practically aching between my legs. How could I get any wetter? But Sam didn’t seem in any hurry to be done kissing me.

He kissed down my neck, over my ear, sucking the sensitive lobe and biting it lightly, dragging it through his teeth. He kissed over my shoulder, then down the front of my neck, coming dangerously close to my décolletage before coming back up to my lips, claiming my mouth in yet another harsh kiss.

I hadn’t known just kissing could do this. The longer he kissed me, the more rabid I felt. Everywhere he touched was blessed with pleasure. Everywhere he kissed was set on fire.

If I wasn’t obsessed with this man before this, I had a feeling I would be now.

I’d never wanted anything from anyone. But right now, I wanted everything from Sam. The ache in me, like something tensing, was building as my entire body kept tightening and then relaxing into his touch.

I mewled helplessly against his mouth, trying to thrust my hips up against him, unsure of what I was after.

“Shh,” he whispered against my lips, before kissing me again. “I won’t go fast with you.”

I broke away from the kiss, gasping. “I don’t think I can get more turned on.”

He raised his head, and the cocky, dark smile he gave me made my sex clench. “So naive it’s almost adorable.” His lips moved down to my neck, softly kissing and licking, as my hands dug into his strong back. I jumped against a sensitive nerve he found and looked down to see him looking up at me in triumph. Then he flicked his tongue out against the place again, as if just to demonstrate that he had control over me.

And he did. Gods, he did. I felt like a puppet in his hands. Just by kissing, he made my body feel like something foreign to me, something he could convince to do anything. The moans coming out of me, the way I kept arching, grabbing him, kissing him back…

It all felt so wholly unlike me.

It also felt like finally being myself, touching a deep inner part of me that I’d always kept pressed down.

I let out a growl as I tried to reach down for his waistband to show him what I wanted.

He grabbed my hand and glared at me, putting it above my head as he put the other with it as well. “If you’re going to be bad, I’m going to have to punish you.”

My eyes went wide. “What?” I began to stutter, wondering if he was going to stop. “I just… wanted to do something for you.”

“I don’t feed like that,” he said. Then his hand reached for my top, and he lifted it over my head, using it to tie my hands quickly.

I looked up, wondering how he’d done that, but I didn’t have time to think about it much because his hands were moving toward my bra. Was he going to—

He pulled down one cup and lowered his face to it, looking at me once more for confirmation.

Oh gods, no one had seen me like this. It felt so forbidden, so dirty. If I had my hands free, I would have covered myself.

“If you want to escape, little wolf, just say so. But if you want to keep going, I’m not going to stop until you’ve come.”

“I… I…” I looked to the side. “It’s just so embarrassing.”

“Nothing about this is embarrassing,” he growled. “Nothing here is shameful. We are alive. This is life, the very basis of life.”

“Do we need protection?” I asked.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said.

“Then how will you feed?”

He looked at me askance. “I don’t feed from my own orgasm. I feed from yours.”

My eyes widened again. This man was really something else.

His mouth went lower, closer to my nipple, and gods, he looked sexy from that angle, almost predatory, his huge, naked shoulders flexing, his breath warming my nipple as I let out a tortured gasp.

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