Still giving him that sweet smile, Sunshine climbed to her feet.
He kicked his pants off the rest of the way, took two steps, and then scooped her up in his arms. She laughed as he spun her around and threw her arms around his neck, reaching back to stroke his feathers.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said. “Don’t want to shock poor Luna.”
“Oh my—” Sunshine gasped and craned her neck to search for the dog. “I completely forgot about her!”
“She’s fine.” He turned so she could see where Luna was still sprawled in the sun spot on the floor. “See? Fast asleep.”
“Oh, thank the Spheres. That poor animal has been traumatized enough.”
He laughed as he carried Sunshine to the bedroom and dropped her on her back on the bed. Her breasts bounced when she hit the mattress, and his brain short-circuited.
“Are you going to give me what I want now?” she asked. Her knees were bent, legs together.
“Depends on what you want.” He knelt on the edge of the bed, gripping her feet. Her toenails were painted white, which struck him as adorable. And sexy as hell.
“You. Inside me.”
“What part of me?”
She swallowed and then her lips curved. “Your cock.”
His did too. Damn, he loved corrupting her. By the time he was done with her, she was going to be spouting the dirtiest shit known to man.
“Where do you want my cock? Back in your mouth?”
He expected her to get all shy at the prospect of saying it aloud, but she beat him at his own game. Her legs dropped open, and she reached down and spread her pussy open with her fingers, revealing a swollen clit and just a hint of her opening, all of it glistening wet with arousal.
“Right here,” she purred.
He groaned. “Fuck me.”
“That’s what I’m asking for.”
“You’re perfect. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Raum…”
“Don’t ever tell me you’re not perfect, got it?”
Her lips pursed.
“You’re gonna deny me again?”
“I just…” She moved her hand away and drew her legs together. “I don’t want you to have this idealistic view of me. I’ve done things… I was demoted to guardian because I screwed up so badly, and I—”
Shoving her legs back open, he crawled over her and silenced her with a kiss. His cock hung down against her stomach. Just brushing it against her skin made him want to fall on her and fuck her in a frenzy, but he held off his urges. For now.
“When I say you’re perfect, I mean it. The shit doesn’t matter to me. I kinda get off on making you bad.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it turns me on when you do bad shit. Talking dirty, stealing clothes for me… It’s hot. I’m a demon. I’m trying to be better, but I’m always gonna be a little evil.”
“That’s okay.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping the muscle between his shoulder blades. “I like being bad for you.”
Her legs spread wider to cradle his hips, and his cock slipped between her legs, her arousal guiding him right to where he wanted to be. But he didn’t thrust forward.
