She clutched his shoulders. “That feels so good. I love you inside me.”
“Not… hurt?”
“No.”Yes.But she liked it now. Who cared if she couldn’t walk later? Walking was overrated. “Feels amazing.”
One big hand slid down her side, gripping all her fat bits. “So small. So perfect. So mine.”
Two could play at that game. She dragged her palms down his pecs. “Mine.”
Their eyes met with his next deep thrust, but hers closed immediately at the wave of sensation.
“Open. Look at me.”
She did, though all her habits told her not to expose herself. But she fought them for him. His tail continued to stimulate her, and she could feel the pressure building again. Just thinking about what was happening—her demon was taking her with his big demon cock on her kitchen floor—was enough to make her come. But with him doing that, feeling him move inside, stretching her so wide…
Her orgasm came like a gentle wave that built into a tsunami. The tremors started in her thighs and spread over her body. Her moans turned into cries and then screams. Her efforts to look at him dissolved as she threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to survive her brain exploding.
She felt him swell inside her as his climax built, and she nearly died from that too. His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper, andoh god, it was too much, too much, way too much—
His body locked up, and he buried his face in her neck, fixing his teeth against her and biting down. She felt them break the skin again. She felt him coming inside her, felt him shoot hot jets against her inner walls, and she swore it would have made her orgasm again if she wasn’t still riding the waves of the last one.
She wrapped her arms around him and just held on as he rode it out. His wings were spread as wide as they could go in her tiny kitchen, and he was gripping her hips so tightly, his claws would leave marks. Not that she cared.
The only thing she cared about was him. Especially when his head finally lifted, and he looked into her eyes.
There was no shadow in his gaze, no layer to peel back, no barrier to hide behind. When he looked at her, she saw his soul. Screw whoever said demons were soulless because she could see his plain as day.
“Mist…”
He lifted a hand, and his foreclaw teased the hair off her face. “Lily.”
Then, his gaze caught on where he’d bitten her neck, and horror suffused his features. “I hurt you.”
She touched the area. It stung a little now that the adrenaline was fading, and when she lifted her hand, she saw a tiny smear of blood. “It’s okay.”
He looked devastated. “I wanted to mark you. I wanted to— Why would I want that?”
“It’s okay, Mist.” She sucked the blood off her finger and then cupped his cheek. “I don’t mind a little love bite now and again. I liked it. You didn’t bite that deep.”
“But I could have. And—”
“But you wouldn’t. I trust you not to.”
He stilled. “You trust me?”
“Mhm.”
“But…” He looked almost afraid. “What if I’m not worthy?”
“Youareworthy. Otherwise I wouldn’t trust you.”
He frowned as if trying to wrap his head around the concept. Finally, his features settled into a look of fierce determination. “I will be. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Okay, then. Good.” She lifted her hands and threaded them into all that thick black hair. It was coarse and full of tangles. Wild and raw, just like him. His eyes closed as she dug her fingertips into his scalp, so she massaged gently to relax him. He nuzzled her neck, licking at the bite mark.
A minute later, he gathered her in his arms, rolled, and sat up, wrapping his wings around them. Leaning against the fridge with knees bent, he curled Lily into a cozy ball in his lap.
She had never been so happy. She had never felt so treasured and precious. She had never fallen in love so deep or fast.
