Head lifting off the mattress, her mouth dropped open as he slid his tail through her wetness and then gently slapped the tip against her clitoris.
She gasped, and her head fell back. “Oh god, that feels good.”
He pushed the tip inside before drawing it back up and slapping her lightly again.
She jerked in his hold. “Oh my god!”
Another light slap, and she jerked again, her rapid breathing becoming more audible. She lifted her head and stared at him like she couldn’t believe what he was doing to her.
He bent his head and replaced his tail with his tongue, tasting that sweet nectar. The best thing he’d ever tasted. The finest scent to ever fill his nose.
“Mist!”
His fingers clenched around her thighs as they started to tremble. She was close already, and he took great satisfaction knowing he could unravel her so quickly. He wanted to draw it out, but he was too impatient, too desperate to hear her screams and taste her release.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he plunged his tail inside of her, and she screamed, throwing her head back and yanking her wrists so hard she nearly pulled free of his wing talons. He pressed them down harder and repeated the motion, sucking her again while he worked his tail in and out of her in mimicry of sex.
“Mist! Don’t stop, oh my god—!”
Her bud swelled against his tongue, and a flood of wetness soaked his lips and tail. Her moans turned into cries and her squirms into writhing. But he held her fast with his claws and talons, relentless in his drive to make her shatter.
And then she did.
Her scream pierced his sensitive ears, and it was the purest, most wondrous sound he’d ever heard. Her core muscles convulsed around his tail, and his mouth was filled with the ambrosial taste of her release.
He didn’t stop, pushing her further, prolonging her climax until her body shook with great tremors, all that bountiful flesh shaking with it.
He had never seen anything more magnificent. Just tasting her, watching her, hearing her scream his name… He would climax himself if he relinquished his control for but a second.
“Mist, oh god, I can’t— It’s too much—”
He raised his head only when she begged. Then, he lifted his wing talons and released her legs and sat back to enjoy her in the aftermath. She lay sprawled open, no sign of shyness remaining, her chest and belly heaving with gradually slowing breaths.
Eventually, she opened her eyes. Momentary surprise flashed in them when she caught him watching her, but then she smiled.
“That was…” Her smile turned secret, indulgent. “Wow.”
He smiled back, but his was possessive.
“I didn’t expect… Your tail—” She covered her mouth with a palm. “I can’t believe you did that.”
He crawled back over her. “You enjoyed it.” It wasn’t a question. He was still tasting the proof on his tongue.
He wound his tail around her ankle and up her leg. He couldn’t stop touching her. His rigid hunter’s control was the only thing keeping him from pouncing on her and relieving the unbearable arousal that was close to making him mindless.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he held back. Another demon would not have. But there was something about Lily, something about the way she accepted him though he wasn’t human and was supposed to be her enemy.
He wanted her to trust him, he realized. He barely knew what that was, and he knew he wasn’t capable of it himself, but he wanted Lily to feel it for him. Maybe that wasn’t fair, but he didn’t care.
He wanted her to feel protected by him. He wanted her to open herself to him, to hide nothing.
He supposed he’d been feeling that since he’d met her, but he hadn’t been able to put it into words before. But now… he needed more.
He needed everything.
* * *
“Roll over,”Lily said though her heart jumped nervously. This whole Queen of Confidence thing was new, but she was trying it out.
