Page 63 of Touched By Sin
“You don’t need Eden, little angel. I’m your Heaven and the only one who can make you feel this way. Do you hear me? No one else can. And if this isn’t Heaven,” he nips at my earlobe, “then leave me here in Hell to burn for eternity.”
“Daemon,” I moan as my insides melt and warm.
“I need to taste you.” He pulls my ass to the edge of the counter, bending down to lick at my pussy. His warm tongue slides through my wet folds and laps at my throbbing clit.
Fisting his hair, I bite down on my lip to stop myself from coming too soon. I want to savor this moment. Feel every swipe of his tongue, scratch of his beard, and tickle of his hot breath. Daemon stayed away from me this week, and it hurt. I thought I’d lost him.
“Hell, this sweet pussy…” His fingers dig into my hips when he peers up at me from between my thighs. “Tell me he didn’t make you feel this good.”
There’s a vulnerability in his voice that tugs at my heartstrings. “He’s nothing compared to you.”
He rewards me by sucking my clit into his mouth and groaning deep in his chest. His wings flare out behind him, but not in a display of dominance but one of pleasure. He’s enjoying himself.
“Daemon,” I moan, my insides tightening. I can’t hold it off. The stack of cards comes tumbling down on top of us, and I throw my head back with a moan that’s sure to rouse even the sleeping birds in the trees outside. He laps up every drop of cum before dragging his lips up my body, over my dress, and pressing a hard kiss to my lips. My scent lingers on him like an expensive perfume, and it awakens the part of me that wants to possess him.
I grip his stubbly chin, smiling through sharp fangs. “Good boy.”
His lips curl back and he bares his own incisors, which are longer than mine and fiercer. “If you try to dominate me again, I’ll flip you over and spank your ass raw.” His words are a clear threat, but he lets me dig my fingers into his jaw. The line between us is thin, and I know he wouldn’t allow any other girl to hold him in such a possessive grip as I am now. I like that he lets me explore this basic instinct to claim my territory within limits. And I know if I push too far, he’ll make good on his threat to slap my ass until I beg for his cock.
He finally tears his chin from my grip, looking down at my swollen pussy and flicking my clit. Then he straightens up and says, “Now, will you tell me how you injured your knee, or do I need to fuck the answers out of you?”
Suddenly nervous, I close my legs, pulling my skirt down as I sneak a furtive peek at the outline of his hard cock inside his jeans. “It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit!”
I hop down and try to move past him, but he grabs my neck and drags me back. “How did you hurt your knee?”
“I don’t even know how to explain,” I tell him, fidgeting.
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Did you fall?”
I suck my lips between my teeth and look to the side. “Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
When I don’t reply, he pinches my chin between his fingers and brings my eyes back to him. “Kind of?”
Figuring it’s best to tell him the truth, I lean against the counter. “Remember the time we meditated in class? My arms were covered in scratches afterward.”
His brows pull down low. “Yeah?”
“Well, it’s like that. But in my dreams.”
He stays quiet, watching me.
“I have these dreams… I’m walking in the woods and stumble upon a door. Just a single door—no house. Like what the teacher told us to visualize during the meditation, remember? It’s open, but only enough for light to spill out. And there’s a voice coming from inside. It whispers…”
“Whispers?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around myself to ward off the sudden chill in the air. “Yeah. It wants me to step inside.”
His deep voice draws my eyes back to his. “And how did you injure your knee?”
“Something ran past me—a shadow—and I tripped on a root.”
