Chapter 13 #2
“When I thought about your cock, I imagined it the color of your face. So thick I can barely get my mouth around it. So long, it should be impossible to fit inside me. But in my fantasies, I do both things. I do more than that. I take your cock everywhere.”
His fingers catch the end of my hair and he wraps it around his hand, using it to tilt my head backward so I’m looking up at him. “Do you want those things from me?”
“Yes,” I say, leaning into his touch as his thumb sweeps across my face. “I want everything with you.”
“Then you will have it.” Heat rolls off him as he pushes the pants past his hips, allowing his cock to spring free.
Taking himself in hand, he strokes up and down the hard, ridged, nearly black shaft.
“Now that you have seen me, do you still want to take me everywhere?” he asks, squeezing the fat, bulbous head until a drop of luminescent red fluid leaks from the tip.
“Yes.” Squeezing my thighs together just makes me more desperate to come again. “I want to taste you and feel you inside me. I want to be so full of you that I can barely breathe.”
“I will give you exactly what you desire, my Lilah.” He strokes again, touching his cock to my lips as another bead leaks out. “You said everywhere. Do you want my cock in your ass?”
I’ve never had more than two of my fingers in there, and they felt like a lot. Just the thought of his tip breaching me makes me clench with desire. “I do. I want you to make me burn.”
Eyes of fire locked with mine, he cups my chin. Uses his thumb to part my lips. “Take me in your mouth.”
I open wide, as wide as I can, breathing through my nose as his cock slides over my tongue. Incredibly hot and hard, there’s so much of him, I can’t suck the way I want to. All I can do is breathe and let him rock into me until there’s no room for more.
Holding himself deep in my mouth, he plucks the ribbon from my hair. Then the pins, each one echoing as it hits the floor, before threading his fingers through the freed length. “I would like to show you what I imagined all the nights you consumed my thoughts.”
Mouth full of hot cock, all I can do is hum and nod.
He pops free and scoops me into his arms, carrying me across the room and through the open bedroom doorway.
Positioning me on hands and knees with my feet dangling over the edge of the bed, he stands behind me, stroking my slick seam with his hot length, nudging my clit with his textured, leaking tip until I’m on the verge of coming again.
I whimper at the loss when he pulls back, then cry out as he pushes inside me. Stretches me. Fills me so completely, I can’t breathe. Then he moves, and—god, the ridges. The hot, hard ridges rubbing, rubbing. So good, so good, sooo good.
“This is what I envisioned,” he says, winding my hair around his fist and tipping my head back until my scalp prickles with a delicious burn and our gazes meet.
“My hand in your hair while I am buried in your soft body, my beautiful Lilah. Watching ecstasy play across your beautiful face while I bring you pleasure until you cannot take more.” His fingers squeeze my clit, his next deep stroke hitting my G-spot.
Then I’m calling his name, panting, moaning as the ecstasy he promised ricochets through me.
Behind me, he roars loud enough that the windows rattle.
Heat flares inside me as he comes, sending another wave of climax through me, so deep and complete it feels like my entire body had an orgasm.
But more than that. It feels like so much more. Because I want it to be more.
Slipping free of my body, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us onto our sides, my back to his chest, my head tucked under his chin. “You are very quiet.”
“Just… I’ve never done anything like that.
Not even remotely like that. I’ve only been with my ex and he didn’t do—he didn’t care if I—and he wasn’t nice about my body, or about me.
And all the things I said to you a few minutes ago were so…
it felt right and normal but now, I can’t believe I acted like that. ”
Behind me, he’s quiet.
I swallow what feels like a ball of cotton that doesn’t fully go down.
“And I can’t help wondering what you’re thinking now.
About me. Or us, or how much you want to get up and leave.
I’m not sure what the post-sex protocol is for single people, especially when one of them is a demon.
Should I say, ‘Wow, that was amazing, call me when you want to do it again,’ or ask you to spend the night, or… ”
There’s no clock in my bedroom, but I swear I can hear one ticking. Amazra is completely silent. Utterly still.
“That probably wasn’t the answer that you wanted. Too much rambling and a bunch of personal stuff you didn’t want to know.”
“I want to know everything about you. Everything you think.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything when I finished babbling?”
“I did not want to say the wrong thing and cause you further distress.”
And that kind of says it all, doesn’t it?
“I’ll help you with that.” I keep my voice as stable as possible. “You’re off the hook. That’s another human, nonliteral phrase. It means, I absolve you of responsibility.”
“I do not understand.”
Sighing, I turn onto my other side so we’re face-to-face. Looking into his eyes won’t make this easier, but it’ll make me stronger. Or at least make it appear that I am. I hope.
“I know demons don’t have deep emotions.
I knew that when I worked up the courage to ask you on a date.
I do have deep emotions, lots of them, but I don’t expect you to feel the things for me that I feel for you.
If this attraction between us is purely physical on your side, I can handle it.
I’m probably going to bombard you with babbling when my emotions are redlining into the anxiety zone, but it’ll pass.
It’s how I am and I hope you’re willing to deal with it because I’d rather have this with you than nothing.
So, whatever you’d normally do after sex, do that. ”
All of that, and still, he says nothing. Just stares at me. Into me.
“If you don’t say something, or do something, I’m probably going to cry. I don’t want you to see me cry, so maybe you should go.”
“Lilah,” he says as the first traitorous tear rolls down my cheek. He wipes it away with more tenderness than a creature his size, with his purpose and history, should possess. “I do not desire to be let off your hook. Not tonight or ever.”
“Then what do you want?”
“You. Whatever parts you choose to share with me. If you share your body, I will worship it with mine. If you share your thoughts and feelings, I will hold that wisdom and experience inside me and let it nurture my growth, as it has done since the day we met. And if you share your love, I will protect it like the treasure it is, and return it with the fullest depth I am capable, which grows every moment I am near you. I cannot promise never to upset you, only that I will never do so intentionally. I do not possess a heart, but if I did, it would belong to you. I am yours until the end of time.”
There’s no stopping the tears from free-falling now.
His thick brow line lowers as the rivers flow down my face. “I have upset you again, when my intention was the opposite.”
“No, these are happy tears,” I say, sob-laughing when he tries, unsuccessfully, to keep up with my waterworks. “I love you, and I think you love me too.”
“That is what I said.”
“In different words, better words. Much better words that I will remember forever,” I say, running my hands over his stoic, handsome face.
Propping myself on one arm, I kiss him. Just one kiss before dropping back to the bed and snuggling against him.
“But sometimes a girl just wants her always-literal demon boyfriend to be direct.”
His hot, hard chest rumbles against my ear, then he rolls me onto my back, holding himself over me effortlessly, caressing my body with his hand, and my soul with his eyes. “I love you, my Lilah.”
“I love you, my Amazra.” My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe. I love him. He loves me. Forever. “Is it too soon for all this?”
“It is the perfect time.”
“I think so too,” I say, reaching for his horns and pulling him down for a kiss. The first kiss of the rest of our life.
They say fate brings people to this town for a reason.
At first, I thought mine was to save a fox shifter’s life, but it was the other way around.
Helping that fox shifter saved me. And now I know what fate truly had planned for me—love.
Patient love. Passionate love. The kind of love that simmers until the time is right for it to boil.
This is the right time. The perfect time.