Page 54 of To Hunt a Demon King

“If I do something you don’t like, or that feels wrong,” he said, lifting a hand to cup my cheek, “tell me. You won’t hurt my feelings, or anger me.” My heart cracked a little bit at the consideration he was showing me. I doubted very much that many women received the same treatment the first time they took a man to bed, and the thought saddened me. It should always be like this—gentle and kind and patient.

I nodded, uncertain if “thank you” was the right response to something like this, and not sure I could voice it anyway. My throat felt tight with anticipation and desire and a tiny trickle of fear, not that Carnon would hurt me, but that this wouldn’t be the experience I hoped for.

He rose, leaning over me and putting a hand behind my neck so he could bring my mouth to his. Like his other kisses, it started soft and exploring, a question to make sure I was ready. When I didn’t pull away, it became more insistent and heady and intoxicating in its pull.

I scooted back, and he pushed me down gently, until I was lying on the bed, his body atop mine as he kissed me. The kisses moved lower, peppering my neck and my breasts, and then my stomach as he teased the undergarments off. He chuckled.

“Another freckle. And my new favorite color,” he said, voice husky as he admired the coppery curls between my legs. He bent to kiss my hip, moving down and across my thighs until I realized where he was heading. I willed myself to relax.

“Say the word, Elara,” Carnon said. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I almost shouted, his warmth and scent and strong body perched slightly over mine, making heat pool very near to where his mouth was.

“Thank the gods,” Carnon breathed out a laugh, running his fingers through the copper hair between my legs, and stroking his thumb over the nub at my center. I gasped a little, the sensation different when it was another’s hand and not my own. Everything felt more sensitive. More raw.

He leaned down, kissing the hip bone on the other side, trailing more kisses down until he was nestled between my legs. He lifted them, bending me at the knee and pushing my heels back until he was as close as he could be without actually touching me. I lifted myself on my elbows to watch him, and he met my eyes once more.

“Is this where you touch yourself?” he asked, stroking a thumb over my center, voice rough with promise. “When you feel the urge?” I nodded, gasping a little as he moved his thumb over that spot.

“One word,” he reminded me, waiting for a beat before bending his head and parting my folds with gentle fingers.

The first swipe of his tongue was like both ice and fire, cold while somehow setting me alight.

“Yes, or no?” he asked, looking up and smirking at me over my bare stomach.

“Yes,” I breathed, throwing my head back as he returned to that spot, running his tongue through my folds as he tasted me like he had wanted.

I fell back on the bed, with a little gasp, not sure what I should be feeling and when, but enjoying his attention.

“Relax,” he said, pulling back and tapping my thighs gently.

“No one has ever touched me like this,” I whispered.

“Hmm,” Carnon said, rubbing his mouth and nose over me in a way that made warmth pool at my core and a fire ignite in me. “My first time,” he said, moving that thumb in slow circles as he moved his other hand to my breast to tease the nipple there. I moaned a little, and he chuckled. “I was so nervous I spilled myself before I was even inside my partner.”

“That’s embarrassing,” I breathed, my attention going to the places Carnon was teasing. I knew he was telling me this to relax me. To distract me. It was working.

“The next time,” he said, replacing his thumb with his tongue once more and swiping over me in a slow, warm stroke. He moved his thumb back to the spot and smirked up at me. “I couldn’t finish at all. I was too tense.”

“Same partner?” I asked, a breathy moan escaping me as Carnon replaced his thumb with his tongue once more. He didn’t answer for a long moment, too busy stroking through my center and teasing me. I dropped my head back, finally feeling myself relax a little more.

“Yes,” he laughed, raising his head again, his lips slightly glossy. With me, I realized. The sight made that fire he was kindling between my legs burn hotter. “Not for much longer after that.”

He dipped his head again, tongue moving in slow circles around my center.

“Gods, Red,” he said, running his nose over my center. I laughed as he tickled me, and he looked up with a smile. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but my breath caught a little as he looked at me with what seemed to be utter delight. “I could stay here all day.”

“Maybe you should,” I agreed as he returned to his task, feeling the undeniable urge to thrust my hips a little closer to his mouth. He let out a throaty chuckle and began to intensify his pace, licking and tasting me, adjusting his angle and position slightly as he figured out what brought me the most pleasure. A free hand rose to tease my nipple again, and I felt a rush of heat pulse through me, moaning out his true name.

He seemed to growl in approval between my legs, moving his tongue and fingers a little faster as he teased me. I felt tension begin to coil inside me as I finally let go and focused on the sensations he created. The feel of his stubble against my sensitive flesh was practically sinful, and the little moans and gasps I began to make embarrassed me a little, but encouraged him to move faster. I let myself spiral as he brought me to the edge of pleasure and finally, finally tipped me over. My hands went to his hair as I cried out, biting down on my lower lip to muffle the sound.

“I want you to be as loud as you want to be,” he growled, placing a gentle kiss to my folds and leaning back. “I want you screaming my name, Elara.”

I gasped out as he lowered his head once more, returning to the slow, even rhythm he had found part way through his first exploration. I moaned, breathing out his name, and forgetting which one was real.

“Hunt. Carnon,” I breathed, making him chuckle throatily against me. I felt him move his hands, sliding them down my body and over my thighs. One hand went to my buttocks, while the other slid between my legs and stroked the aching center of me gently.

He didn’t lift his head as he slid a finger into me, curling it gently against some inner part of me that made me feel tight and loose all at once. He pumped gently, still sucking on me in increasing intensity. I moaned as a second finger joined the first, taking me just to the edge of pain without pushing me over.

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