Page 99 of The Demon's Pet

And for a moment, I was almost afraid of it. Like it was a freight train rushing toward me. Even though his finger swirled on my clit, even as pleasure rose to a fever pitch, like a ringing note, I almost felt afraid to come.

I writhed helplessly and felt his hand on my hands, pressing me back and holding me. With so much built-up pressure, it felt impossible to stay still.

I need to come. I need to come.

Finally, as his finger stroked me slightly and he lifted it above my clit and paused, he sent me a wicked, teasing look, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

And I was too desperate, too out of my mind from his teasing to care anymore. I didn’t know if it had been minutes or hours or if I was going to die when I came.

“Please, please, Sam.”

“Come for me, pet,” he murmured against my ear, his hot breath taking me even higher.

His finger pressed down on my clit as he spoke, then jerked slightly to the right, and I came instantly, pleasure overwhelming me in waves strong enough to drown me.

He held me down as I jerked through it, even though I wanted to hold him. He watched every minute with that intense expression, as if he couldn’t even blink or miss a second, and that only made it hotter, made my body buck and writhe like never before against pleasure so great I could barely conceive it.

More than even before, this release felt likelife.

I felt alive and whole and somehow healed by him. Even if he was just trying to feed, or make it the best orgasm ever for him, I’d never forget the way he watched me. Learned me. Pleased me so hard I thought I was going to pass out and die.

And this was him being gentle?

He sat back finally, licking the tips of his fingers again, his abs flexing, his eyes red, his beautiful face pleased as could be. “Thanks for the meal.”

I couldn’t talk yet. Couldn’t really formulate words or full thoughts. My body was still wracked with aftershocks, my muscles almost sore from how hard everything had clenched and released, surging with pleasure, almost against my will.

Realizing he’d released my hands, I pushed myself up shakily. The difference between this orgasm and the other one had been day and night.

He’d been right.

And as he sent me a wicked look that said he knew he’d just proved his point, I realized with something like dread that this was only the beginning.

What had I gotten myself into?

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“Meal? Seriously?” I asked Sam, finally composing myself as he pushed off the bed and stretched, showing off perfect muscles.

He shrugged. “We both know what this was. Helping each other.” He cocked his head. “Don’t you feel your inner demon more strongly?”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

He looked like he was fighting hard not to roll his eyes at me. “That little voice that pops up sometimes, telling you to do things that seem to be the opposite of what you’re doing or what you ‘should’ do as a celestial.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “That’s my inner demon?”

He nodded, still flushed and looking so handsome it was hard to breathe.

Had we really just done that together? After such an intense orgasm, the lust was starting to retreat, and in its place, slight shame began to rise in me.

Oh gods, I had been horny.

“Don’t you dare go getting all celestial and guilty on me,” he said sharply. “Nothing we did was wrong.” He shook his head. “Sex is a powerful thing between two beings. Of course the celestial gods want to control even that.” His dark eyes met mine, no longer wine-colored. “But this is our right. To have pleasure. To not just survive butlive.”

I had never thought of it like that. Then again, I hadn’t been attracted to anyone before him.

“Is it just your incubus making me want you?” I blurted out.

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