Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“Then don’t.” He tugs me back a bare inch and exhales harshly against my throbbing core.
I hook my thumbs into the band of his underwear and tug the fabric down to reveal his cock. He’s as perfectly formed here as everywhere else, long and strong with a wicked curve. I carefully wrap my fist around his base and angle his length so I can take him into my mouth.
Did I think I was glutted on his emotions from a kiss? It’s a thousand times stronger now. His need bursts over me as he grips my thighs and devours me before I can get the round head of him between my lips. His frenzy rises in a wave that pulls me along with it. There’s no technique here. I need to devour him in return, to take him deep within me, to bring him even a fraction of the pleasure he’s brought me.
On a whim, I shift my free hand’s claws into fingers and cup his balls. They’re soft and strange and pleasing, and he clearly likes what I’m doing, because his cock suddenly goes even fuller in my mouth. Caleb cries out against my heated flesh and then he’s coming, filling my throat in great spurts that leave me dizzy. It feels like I’m drinking him down, smart and kind and caring and sexy in a way I have a difficult time putting into words.
I go limp and slump off him, drunk on his emotions. I didn’t know a demon could be drunk on emotions, but the faint light in the room spins merrily, and my skin practically crackles with the energy now filling me. For the first time since I was a child, I’m not hungry, not even a little.
“Gemma.” Caleb reaches for me, somehow getting us lined up properly so I can sprawl on him instead. “Are you okay?”
“Feels good.” I nuzzle his throat. “You?”
He gives a breathless laugh and gathers me tightly to him. “Feels good,” he echoes. “Really good. Give me a little time and I can show you how good.”
This feels good, too, albeit in a different way than when our mouths were on each other. His lust remains a delicious undercurrent, but soft satisfaction takes over. It’s not an emotion that can sustain me, but it creates a lovely sensation, like being wrapped in a heavy blanket during the cold season.
Minutes tick by as his heart rate returns to something I imagine is normal—or at least close to it. My body buzzes with energy, but it’s a distant sensation, one that can’t quite touch me while I float in bliss.
At least until Caleb’s cock stirs against my thigh where it’s draped over his waist. I smile as I shift a little, teasingly rubbing him until he groans. “Gemma, you’re going to kill me.”
“I hope not. I like you.”
His arms tighten around me. “I like you too.”
This feels dangerous in an entirely different way than kissing him did. My job isn’t to like him. In fact, that’s a direct inhibitor to me doing my job, at least in theory. It’s difficult to focus right now with him so close and deliciously warm and his wide hands on my hips as he shifts me more fully on top of him.
And then there’s no space for worrying, because I’m tilting my hips and he’s pressing up into me. Smooth and slick and oh so full. My eyes threaten to flutter shut, but I force them open. I don’t want to miss a single moment of this. He’s so beautiful, every emotion playing across his face in real time as it surges into me. More and more and more, blossoming with each thrust. No wonder humans don’t notice when a demon siphons off their emotions for sustenance.
I plant my hands on his chest and move over him. We have limited time, but the temptation for frenzy is so distant. There is only Caleb and me and this moment of pure, perfect pleasure.
He grips my hips, his fingers digging into the top of my ass, and guides me into a rolling motion that makes my spine tingle. I moan. “Do that again.” He complies immediately, his face a mask of agonized concentration even as his lust increases to nearly overwhelming levels. I didn’t know it could be like this—any of it. The care he takes with me in this moment, how quickly he adjusts to increase my pleasure, the perfect anguish of being joined with someone who seems to see me.
Imperfect in every way, and yet someone to be valued, to be desired, to be liked.
I want it to last forever. I want to keep riding him for all eternity, to never have to leave this moment.
“Gemma,” he rasps. He hardly sounds like himself. “Gemma, baby, rub your clit for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.” All the while, he keeps me moving in that very specific rhythm that has him rubbing against my G-spot.