Page 80 of The Demon Prince
He flicked his tongue through her folds, and it was now so long he could touch every part of her while still toying with her clit. The thickness of his tongue pressed against her, and he took his time learning her taste.
Sweet and salty, musky with her desire. He lost himself in her for a while, in the taste of something new. He licked and sucked and devoured until he felt her legs quivering on either side of his head.
Drawing his tongue back into his mouth, he licked the slickness from his lips before uttering, “Katherine. Look at me again.”
“I can’t,” she wheezed. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Look at me.”
At the snap of his order, she stared down at him and watched his tongue unfurl. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks darkened as she watched him lower himself between her legs once more.
He met and held her gaze as he plunged that thick, long tongue inside her.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
His thick tongue plunged inside her, and Katherine forgot how to think. How to breathe. How to do anything other than endure through the blinding pleasure that coursed through her body, starting at his tongue and ending at all the fine points of his claws that he delicately raked down her sides.
He never drew blood, she belatedly thought, but that didn’t matter. She wanted him to draw blood. She wanted to feel him groaning against her as he did when he fed, but this time, because there was blood mixed in with what he sipped from between her legs.
Tilting her head up, she stared down at him with a strange mixture of delicious pleasure and slight confusion as she watched that dark tongue plunge inside her. That wasn’t a man’s tongue. It wasn’t the pink tipped tongue she’d seen him lick his lips with before.
This was a demon.
A true, monstrous demon who feasted upon her flesh and growled with the pleasure of it. His nails had grown so long, they looked like daggers tipping his fingers that never once gave her any threat in the slightest. He left little red marks as he glided his hands over her, but she quite liked how they looked on her skin.
Like he’d lost all control, and suddenly that’s what she was imagining. The growls that came out of his throat were so compelling. He didn’t see her as broken or scarred or even a woman who had a terrible injury.
He stared up at her with so much passion in those eyes she thought she might burst. And then he sucked. Hard. Drew her entirely into his mouth with that wriggling tongue still working magic on her insides and everything felt like it was a hundred times more.
More pleasurable. More sensitive. More clawing and aching pleasure that burst out of every part of her body. She writhed, bucking up against that hand that had held her in place for his attentions, but now she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t help but move and shift and seek out that singular moment she wanted to experience and had only experienced by her own hand up until this point.
But he stopped. Drew back with a snarl on his lips and surely an argument he wished to start. But she couldn’t let him do that, not when she had been so fucking close.
So she looked into those red eyes and snapped, “Bite me.”
His eyes widened, and for a hesitating moment, she thought he would say no.
But then he leaned down again, with slow movements, and oh so delicately bit the inside of her thigh. It wasn’t the one she wanted. It wasn’t the rasp of slight pain that then led to his losing control, but it was the start of something.
Katherine had long ago lost her patience with him. Though he had bitten the inside of her bad leg, likely because he thought she didn’t have much control over it, she shifted against his teeth. A slight jerk that started from her pelvis and just barely scraped her thigh harder against his fangs.
But it was enough.
He jerked back, his eyes somehow even wider now as he stared at the thin red line he’d created. A single drop of red beaded up on the wound, slowly crawling down the inside of her thigh.
“Katherine,” he muttered, his voice deep and guttural.
She would not let him run from this. This was part of who he was, how he had to be, and if he was the monster, then...
She wanted the monster.
Purposefully, she lifted her injured hip even though it hurt. She bent the knee and angled the cut so that the drop of blood changed direction. Slowly, the red line pointed where he had been feasting. And she felt it. The warmth of blood that trickled to the lips of her pussy and then...
Oh, then he shattered.
His growl echoed in the room as he lunged for her. The sound sent gooseflesh dancing all over her body, but then she arched into him as that dark tongue consumed her. He licked and sucked, his claws digging into her hips as he dragged her closer to him. He lifted her hips off the bed, crouched over her like an animal while he devoured her whole.
Katherine was limp in his arms, unable to even move as the exquisite pleasure burst over her.
