27. Diablos #2
Dagon growled and ravished my mouth, biting my lower lip and rocking against me. What I was going to say a second ago? Oh, yeah. I pulled away. I could feel my cheeks blush, but I still wanted to tell him this.
“I- I think now’s the perfect time to say I've never been with anyone,” I said, meeting Dagon’s wide eyes, wanting him to know.
A growl made me jump out of surprise, not fear. Dagon nuzzled my neck, his beard leaving goosebumps in his wake, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he was a cat, not a demon.
Whispering, he said, “I’ve never been with anyone either.”
“Never?”
That was shocking. Dagon was well, Dagon. I always assumed he had partners, but I never wanted to know if that was the case.
“Never. I knew it was you or no one else,” he said.
Eight years of waiting. Eight years of pretending he didn't want me. Eight years of his hands kept to himself in a way I'd never understood. He hadn't been with anyone. Not once. He'd been waiting for me even when he believed I was unreachable. Even when King's words convinced him I'd never be his.
My breath caught.
"Dagon—"
"Don't," he said, reading my face before I could find the words. "I don't regret it. I'd wait again. I'd wait my whole life."
My heart broke open in a way I hadn't known it could.
So many more questions danced on my tongue, but they all dispersed as he started kissing me again. Trailing my hands over his body, I tried to memorize every curve, dip, and feeling of him against me.
With painfully slow movements, Dagon reached my cock. I had a second of basking in the fire in his eyes, the possessiveness and love I saw in their depths before he lowered his head and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned, incapable of stopping the sound. His mouth felt so warm, so freaking good.
Dagon swirled his tongue around my head, humming like my cock was the best thing he had ever tasted. Oh fuck.
“Dagon, I-” my words died on a scream when he took me to the back of his throat. He choked, but that didn’t stop him.
I was both in heaven and hell. I needed more, and I needed him inside me. Now. Like he could read my mind, he pulled away. Before I could catch my breath, he went lower and lower and bent my legs with ease. Before I realized what he was about to do, his tongue was grazing over my hole.
“Oh fuck, Dagon.”
“You taste so sweet. I want to devour you,” he said between licks, and oh boy, did he do exactly what he declared.
With the unabashed movements of his tongue, Dagon kept devouring me again and again. When he pushed his tongue inside, I almost came untouched.
“I need you. Fucking now, Dagon.” He hummed and kept plunging his tongue in and out. “You better put that cock inside me right now,” I demanded.
What the fuck happened to me? I couldn’t believe I said this, but Dagon was torturing me, and I couldn’t think straight.
“We need lube.”
My mind was frayed. What did he say? Lube? Oh, lube, yes, we needed it.
“Umm, I have- oh fuck, I have coconut oil in my bag.”
Dagon moved with lightning speed. A second later, he was hovering over me and taking my lips in a bruising kiss. Groaning, I tasted myself on his tongue, and my cock leaked. I tensed when I felt his finger over my entrance but relaxed quickly.
Did I have any doubt Dagon was a demon? No. But if I had, I wouldn't have right now because he spent so much time prepping me. Agonizingly slowly. One finger, two, then three. When he added a fourth finger, I knew I was on the brink of coming.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I moaned.
“And you will,” his voice was a mix between his human one and the demon one.
I opened my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. A pang went through my heart when I saw his wild eyes.
“Let me see my demon.”
“Diablos,” he said in warning.
“Let me, Dagon, and then make me yours.”
For once, he didn’t waste time. A blink later, he was above me with his wings spread wide, his horns on his head, and eyes with depths I could lose myself in.
"Do you know why I spent so much time prepping you? Because in my demon form my cock is bigger. I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure?” he positioned his cock on my entrance and waited for my answer.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Of course I was sure. He was every fantasy and every dream and every quiet, impossible thing I had carried for eight years. And now he was hovering over me with wings spread wide, asking me if I wanted him. As if there were a version of me that wouldn't.
Instinctively, I tensed, but when Dagon kissed me gently, I relaxed.
Even when he breached the first ring, he went slow, and the room filled with our panting and moans.
Dagon kept touching me everywhere he could.
His eyes danced with different shades of purple, and my body heated like I was burning.
When he was fully inside me, a mix of a moan and a satisfied exhale left me.
“Di,” Dagon’s voice sent shivers over my body. My sweet demon’s voice.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“So are you. And you are mine,” he punctuated every word with a slow thrust.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moved, and everything after that was madness. Caressing his wings, I found places that drove him mad, places that made him drive into me with the kind of force that left me breathless.
What made me lose it was when I grabbed his horns. He let out a moan that shook the bed and the furniture around us.
“Mine!” he kept chanting again and again.
“Yours. Dagon, fuck, right there.”
We locked eyes, and it was enough to send me over the edge. I came with a cry, untouched, not even once taking my eyes away from my man. Dagon followed me a few thrusts later. I felt his cock emptying inside me, and my insides warmed with the knowledge of having his cum inside me.
“Thank you, my heart,” Dagon said between tender kisses. His cock was still inside me.
“For what, my demon?”
“For giving me this. For seeing me and staying. For loving me.”
“There’s no need to thank me, Dagon. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He pulled out slowly, and I held back a whine. With frighteningly fast movements, he went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. He cleaned both of us, and I fought the tears that threatened to fall since he was so gentle with me.
Dagon smiled, and I knew my love for him had no limit. No limit had the things I would do to keep him safe too. I may be afraid of many things. I may be a mess most of the time. But one thing about me?
When I love someone, I would go to lengths unknown to most to keep them safe.
Fear goes out the window. Strength comes through the door. No one was taking away that smile from Dagon’s face. No one was hurting my demon. And never again would he be alone.
After cleaning me up, he crawled back into bed and wrapped me in his wings.
“Is this okay? I’m lying over one of your wings.”
“It’s perfect.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“No,” Dagon kissed my forehead, “it feels right to wrap you like this. Let’s lie for a bit. I want to soak in this precious moment.”
Dagon retreated his horns so he can lie comfortably and I learned he has power over which parts of his demon self to let free.
I wanted to soak in this precious moment too. I didn’t want us to leave, but I knew we had to soon. My thoughts drifted yet again to what-ifs and scenarios where something happened to Dagon. No! Please, no.
Like he could sense my distress, Dagon tightened his arms around me and kissed me tenderly. I sighed in the kiss because it was what I needed.
I love you, I whispered in my mind. And I lost myself in the taste of the man who had my whole heart.