“What do you want, Dani?”
I quickly turn towards him, but before I can speak, I get a good look at his beautiful mask. It’s different from the others, softer.
The mask is a gentle, round shape that conveys warmth. The features are subtle. Flowing patterns that resemble vines symbolizing connection and unity. The colors blend from deep amber to gentle rose, creating an inviting aura. I reach up and trace the patterns under my fingertips. The gold mask stops above his lips, no doubt so he can show off that perfect, sweet smile of his.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. “Demon of care.” I run my hands down his neck and then down his arms.Shit, he is toned. Maybe not as muscular as Adonis, but Killian is just as fit as Dax.
“Are all demons this hot and built?” I blurt out.
Killian throws his head back and laughs. His throat bobs up and down and I want to lick it. “No. Not all. Looks like you hit the jackpot, though.”
“I want to fuck you,” I say, and quickly continue, “but, uh… will Dax get mad? Shit… Adonis… oh my god, what am I doing?!” Panic washes over me, and I go to turn away, but Killian roughly grabs me by the back of my neck, and pulls me to his chest.
My hard nipples press on the fabric of his wet shirt. His mask is now gone, and all I see is his beautiful face.
I look up at his hazel eyes, but his pupils have replaced any trace of green, brown, and gold…
“You are ours, Dani. We will share you without jealousy. We will worship you. Dominate you. Take our turns with you. Make all of your fantasies come true. You are ours in this life and in the next.”
Before I can say a word back, he pushes my body up against the tree. The scent of rain in the forest is a refreshing and earthy perfume that awakens my senses. As the droplets kiss the ground, they release a rich, organic aroma, mingling with the sweet, green fragrance of damp leaves and moss.The air becomes infused with hints of wet soil, bringing forth the subtle spiciness of decaying wood and the crispness of fresh pine needles. It’s a clean, invigorating scent that dances on the breeze, evoking a sense of tranquility that only a rain-soaked woodland can provide.
The coarse texture of the weathered wood digs into my back, sending a shiver up my spine. My fingers clutch the damp moss that clings to the tree, anchoring me to this moment.
The sheet falls to the ground and I’m completely naked.My heart races in my chest, each thump echoing the excitement that surges through me.
Killian’s hands grab the back of my thighs, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pulsing pussy against his substantial length.
His mouth meets mine in a predatory embrace.
My back scrapes against the wet bark, but I don’t even care. In fact, I love the pain it gives, adding to the moments intensity. Killian pulls his mouth away from mine and examines my expression. “You aren’t allowed to stop,” I demand. My hooded gaze flickering to his mouth.
I reach up, run my hands in his honey brown hair, and pull his head back.He hisses, “What do you want, Dani?”
“I think that’s pretty fucking obvious, don’t you, pretty boy?”
His laughter dances through the air. “Sunshine, I’m nowhere close to a boy.”
His mouth finds mine again, and our teeth clash. I run my tongue across his sharp canine and suck on his bottom lip, causing Killian to hiss when I nip.
I reach my hand down in between us, slide it under his waistband, and grab his cock.
Holy shit…
“See, not a boy, am I? Now… tell me. What. Do. You. Want?” He thrusts his pretty cock into my palm and I give him a gentle squeeze. He starts kissing the sensitive skin on my neck.
“Ahhh, yes!” I whine.
“Words, Dani.”
I take my hand out of his pants. “Put me down,” I firmly request, and without hesitation, he lowers me to the ground. For a fleeting moment, I catch a glimpse of disappointment flickering across his face.
I put my hands on his chest, pushing him against the tree in my place. Despite his considerable height towering over me, I grasp the damp fabric of his shirt, my fingers slipping against the soaked fibers. I lift it away from his skin, slowly pulling it up as water drips onto my face. The weight of the heavy, drenched material feels oddly empowering as I work to free him from its cling.
I toss his shirt on the forest ground.
Grabbing his waistband with my hands, I stop to admire the beauty in front of me.
His powerful chest heaves rhythmically, each rise and fall reflects the intensity of his gaze fixed on me. His entire side features a striking design intertwined with lush, vinelike patterns that snake across his skin, tantalizingly disappearing around his back into the ink that covers it completely. I notice a rune mixed in the vines, on his side.
