Page 114 of Demon Food

That was when I felt it.

I gasped at the phantom hand cupped over my mouth. A hand that was as cold as it was hot. As icy as it was molten. It was searing my face, as long, elegant fingers stroked my lips, two of them slipping inside my mouth, penetrating it.

My inhale was uneven as the sensation seared my mouth, as my tongue rolled against nothing. There was no taste, but if there was, it’d be soaking wet ash and frozen fire. It was so illogical, but it was him.

With shaking fingers, I touched my face to feel him, but there was nothing there. My pats turned manic as I touched everywhere to feel him, but I couldn’t feel him. He was gone. He was gone.

Easy.

The command came from within my own head the same time his fingers entered my mouth deeper.

Ease your mind, it seemed to say. You cannot see, but you don’t need to see. You simply need to trust that I’m there.

I let my eyes roll shut and followed the light of his intention like it was real.

Then it was real. If I concentrated, if I got still, I could feel them. I could feel the outline of his bone and flesh, working their way inside my mouth.

And if I could feel it then I could touch it.

I tried again, slipping my fingers over his, and this time, they were fully real. I could feel the weight of his strong hands. I could touch their warmth as they wandered from my mouth and down my neck.

It was just like the first time. When he possessed me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I could feel the weight of his reddened gaze sharp on me.

“Choke me,” I heard myself whisper into the shadows.

The shadows answered.

My eyes flared wide when his hand tightened around my throat. I swallowed, pinned back against the door as a glorious, tingling line of hunger shot straight to my cock.

Harder he squeezed. Then harder. Hard enough to restrict my breath to a wheeze as I melted against the door. Then a kiss. I felt lips pressed against mine—stinging cold; sorely hot—as I gasped for the air that only he controlled.

Oh, my gods, what bliss. I had no words. I had nothing but gaping awe as another hand emerged from nowhere, slipping and sliding down my torso, scraping it with ghostly nails.

“On your knees.”

The command was so strong that I jolted against the door at the same time the hands vanished from around my neck, and in seconds, I was hitting my knees.

“You want me to lick you?” he asked.

My voice was a breathy mess as I answered, “Yes.”

“Then show yourself to me,” he said. “Show me your pretty little hole.”

I crawled forward onto my hands, arching my spine, exposing myself to my dark demon like he demanded.

Two hands—heavy and strong—parted my ass cheeks wide, and I exhaled long and slow, bowing my chest down to the cold marble, collapsing as I surrendered. This was real. I could feel him clear as day, and I never wanted anything more.

What came next was illogical. It was his tongue.

How it was wet, I had no idea, but it was. It was soaking with dark magic and gliding over my hole so slowly, thick and wide, fire and ice.

His hands pulled me apart wider; so wide that it stung as he continued to swirl his tongue around my sensitive hole.

Maybe, there were more hands than two. Maybe there weren’t. Maybe, there were so many that I couldn’t keep track as they dragged their hot fingers down the length of my spine, keeping my mind guessing where they would explore next.

Perfect.

The voice was within my skull, vibrating off the walls as his warm breath scattered over my ass.