“No! No, that’s not what I meant at all!” She slapped a palm to her forehead. “I’m screwing this up with my stupid insecurities like I always do.”
He reached out and moved her hand from her face. “You’re not screwing up. Tell me what you want and I will do it.”
She looked from beneath her lashes and met his gaze. “I want to see you. I like you in this form. A lot.”
His eyes narrowed.
“This isn’t about you, I swear. You’re perfect.” She gestured to him. “You’re huge and gorgeous and perfect, and I’m just used to hiding my body.”
“I’m not perfect. I’m a demon.”
She snorted. “I suppose you’re right. But you seem pretty perfect to me.”
“And you seem perfect to me.”
Her eyes flared slightly, and she bit her lip. The sight of her blunt teeth digging into the soft flesh drew his gaze like a magnet.
“Do you really mean that?”
He forced himself to look into her eyes again. “Why would I say something I don’t mean?”
She breathed a laugh and reached out to him, gripping his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. “Why indeed? You’re so straightforward, and I love that about you. Everything seems so much simpler, and I feel silly for worrying in the first place. I want to see you, and you want to see me. Why shouldn’t we leave the light on?”
“I think weshouldleave it on,” he clarified.
“I know that.” She chuckled. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“But—”
“Just kiss me.”
He did, eagerly, still not sure what she meant but really not caring after hearing her request. As she dug her fingers back into his hair, he gathered her nightgown in his claws, intent on tearing it from her body.
“Wait!” She pulled back. “I made this, and I really don’t want you to rip it in half.”
Dismay filled him at the thought of destroying her creation, and she laughed at the look on his face. “It’s fine, Mist. I like that you want to tear the clothes off me like a feral beast. It’s sexy.” Her cheeks flushed.
He didn’t bother trying to reply because the next instant, she tugged the dress over her head and tossed it away. Naked before him, she covered her breasts, and her blush deepened so much, it spread down her neck to her chest.
He wasn’t letting her hide anymore. Looming over her, he crawled forward until she was forced to lie back. He grasped her wrists in his hands, drawing her arms up and pinning them to the mattress beside her head. He surveyed his prize a second time, this time fully bared to him.
Her breasts were overflowing with fullness, her nipples hardened into pink points. If that wasn’t enough, her belly rounded into a soft mound below, and her hips and thighs were yet another bounty of luscious, biteable flesh. Between them, a tiny wedge of blond curls waited for his exploration.
“Mine,” he said yet again because he needed her to understand it. He needed everyone in the realms to hear it. He needed to make it very clear to every single living being that if anyone,anyone, tried to take what was his, they would die begging for mercy they would not receive.
He released her wrists only to use his wing talons to pin them back down. His freed hands spread her thighs again, and he groaned as another wave of her scent flooded his senses.
Locking eyes with her, he bent, drawing in deep breaths of her fragrance from its source like it was life-giving perfume. He supposed it was. He’d never felt so alive.
She strained against the wings pinning her down, squirming beneath him as he opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked up the center of her core. Her eyes widened at the sight, and they both groaned. Her flavor shocked and soothed his senses at the same time, and something snapped inside of him.
No more waiting. He needed everything, and he needed it now.
He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and speared her with it, snaking it inside her to flick against her inner walls. Then he dragged his mouth up and fixed his lips around her swollen clitoris and sucked, and her moan was interrupted by a gasp.
“Oh my god, Mist!” She sounded almost shocked at the intensity of her reaction, and it only encouraged him further.
He allowed his tail to trace up the inside of her thigh to probe her entrance, and he lifted his head, still holding her legs open, so she would know exactly what he intended to do.
