Page 10 of You Give Me Fever

Clara finally released a long breath, trying to force her body to relax.

“F-fine and dandy... sour candy...”

Another soft laugh from the demon before he rolled his hips back and pressed in again, distracting her with little kisses and nips to her soft breasts. He could actually feel sensations that were entirely new to him—how hot she was, not just from her fever but from her life, so warm and so real that he could feel it spreading to him, a pounding in his chest, a stinging in his eyes, and his cock buried inside her felt squeezed by pure sunlight. When he thrust into her again, he saw stars.

“Seventh hell, girl,” he growled against the breast he was kissing. “I’ve n-never had... a fuck this sweet.”

Clara was gasping with each thrust, clutching at huge shadowy shoulders.

“I’ve—never had—a f-fuck...”

Shiver went still, his glowing eyes snapping open. He wasn’t supposed to feel a heartbeat, but there it was, heavy and painful in his chest, like a fist. Her own heartbeat he could feel squeezing his shaft, rabbit fast. This was new and scary.

“You don’t mean... never?”

Clara shook her head, too wrapped in the new sensations raging all over her body to pay his sudden shock much attention. She just wanted him to keep moving.

“Never.”

Shiver looked down at her—this picture of innocence and sin wrapped into one, her flushed face and parted lips and heaving chest, her hair sticking to her forehead in damp strands—and that painful thumping in his chest where it ought not be grew worse. He should never have touched her.

“Oh honey, I… I didn’t know—” he said. It was clear that his position inside her was growing painful.

“Shut up,” she hissed, wriggling her hips. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?”

Shiver did shut up. One more roll of her hips beneath him, and he was lost, answering with a thrust that shook the bed as the thunder shook the walls.

Now that he could feel her accepting him, feel her slippery inside and ravenous for more as he was, Shiver had no choice but to give the lady what she asked for.

My soul is damned anyway, he thought. But no, that wasn’t quite right. His soul was hers.

The rain beat its staccato rhythm against the windows as Shiver found a rhythm of his own, in and out, with hard thrusts that shook the little wooden bed and yet were only half as forceful as he longed to be. His long tongue curled around a hard nipple, and he reached between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing in slick circles with his thumb.

Clara cried out, pounding a fist against his chest. Whether to stop it or slow it down, not even she knew, but she didn’t dare ask him to or he might listen. The storm inside her had reached a pitch so intense that she had no recourse but to punch and slap at this dark beast, if only to cool the terrible heat that built within her.

“Oh please it’s -- it’s too much --”

Shiver groaned. His cock was making her beg. Oh no, he would not be slowing down now, not when he could feel the way she grabbed him between her thighs, as if her body was refusing to let him escape.

“You can come again for me, girl; I know you’ve got one more to give.”

At those words, Clara’s defenses shattered. She clenched from her toes to her hips to her throat, and she screamed up to her ceiling as the climax rocked her blind.

Shiver couldn’t help but follow immediately, the way she squeezed him. That peak he felt, the heat and the glow and the breathing, he felt tiny next to it, a beast greater even than himself knocking him squarely on his ass.

When at last he went still, he felt himself blinking away tears.

But... that shouldn’t have been possible, either.

“My beauty,” he rumbled, stroking back her hair and admiring her face. “You did so well. You earned a good rest.”

Clara was still half convinced she was already asleep, but the warm, cottony pull of the real thing began to drag her down.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked in a sleepy mumble.

Shiver felt that ache again. He wanted her so terribly he could bite her. He might crush her if he held her as tightly in his arms as he longed to. If he had his way, he would have her again this minute, and again after that. And she wanted him back.

“Yes,” he said.