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“Mmm, I do.”

He shoved his shadows back down. Her trust was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, tied with her love. He wouldn’t let anything ruin that. Better to put her in control. With a groan of anticipation, Stray rolled onto his back. “On top.”

“Oh, does someone like cowgirls?” she giggled.

“No, someone knows that the queen deserves her throne.” He pointed to his lips. “Up here. Now.”

“What? No! No, I never do that. I’m like... Not shy, not just shy, but super afraid I’ll hurt the guy’s jaw. My ex-husband said he’d choke if I did that.”

“That means he was weak. I’ll choke him for you if you’d like.” Stray grinned and lifted her up with surprising (to her) strength.

“Stray!” Cara panted and clutched at his scalp. “I’m not actually good at being the ‘dominant one.’ I know that’s dumb, because I’m in my thirties and everything—”

“You be exactly the woman you need to be. Strong when you want, soft when you want. You’re my banquet, my buffet.” He clamped his hands on her waist, and tendrils of black shot from his chest to wrap around her feet and ankles. She gasped, and he spread her legs over his hungry mouth. “That’s why I’m in love with you, Cara. Because you’re all the wonderful things. And right now, you don’t have to be in charge just because you’re sitting higher than me, my swan,” he hummed against her clit and loved the new, joyful perfume that wafted from her, a mix of sexual pleasure and ecstasy at feeling understood, at being called sweet names—at being given exactly what she should have had all this time. “What’d you say I was, with my muscles and my mess of silver streaks?”

“Daddy. Not like, father. You know, like... Like, ‘Oooh, daddy,’” she blushed, looking down at him.

“Daddy says sit, princess. I got you a nice new throne, and it’s all yours, whenever you want a seat.”

Cara nodded, a soft sigh parting her lips as he closed his eyes and devoured.

In seconds, he could feel her hips rocking, her juices flowing faster. His grip on her hips loosened as their fingers netted together on her thighs. “You’re doing it just right,” he whispered, lapping up her offering. “Moving with my mouth. Not too heavy. Not too light. Just perfect. Like this pussy. So tight for me, and so slippery. Nice and ready for my cock,” he praised.

Cara curled into a ball on top of him, spine curved low as she gripped his shoulders, needing the leverage. “Stray. Straaay, I’m coming. I’m actually—” She stopped short, silent and shaking, a look of awe on her face.

He didn’t even have to steal a taste of her soul; he felt it given, joining with his when she felt the high he delivered, when she realized he was holding her through her peak, still licking, still looking up at her adoringly.

She let out a final, strangled noise, and he could literally lick up the drops dripping from her hot center.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You never have to thank me for that,” he chuckled, helping her to slide to her side on the bed.

“But I want to thank you. I didn’t know orgasms were like that. Certainly not the oral kind,” she panted out, breathing unevenly through a stunned smile.

“How long were you married to the ex-idiot?” he asked.

“Five years.”

And they call me a demon...

“I was kind of hoping you’d show me that trick you did again? But inside me?” Cara asked, eyes seductive, voice evening out into something smooth and slow. Her hand reached down to grab his cock, one that fit his human form, but was probably a bit too generous. Cara’s wide eyes and appraising stare certainly seemed to think so.

“I can show you all kinds of tricks over the years.”

“Mmm. Years. That sounds yummy.”

“You have no idea,” he groaned as she curled her fist tightly around him and stroked.

“You look yummy, too,” his Cara purred, and her mouth followed her hand.

Stray didn’t know what it was about being in her mouth, watching her semi-innocent eyes tear up as she gagged a little on his size, that brought out every devilish thing in him, as well as all the loving things he’d forgotten existed. “Such a beautiful girl. Mouth so full. Is that too much? Want less?” he asked, cupping the crown of her head as he sat halfway up.

In answer, Cara slid down deeper, letting him into her throat, and bobbing up and down, taking most of him in deep.

“Look at how much you take, princess,” he praised through the waves of pleasure threatening to make him burst in her mouth already. “Are you gonna take that much in your pussy?”

“Mm!” The happy squeal vibrated around him.