Page 6 of Darcy By Day, Demon By Night

He went silent, making me nervous.

“Name your favorite author,” he demanded, his smile gone. He wasn’t frowning. It was almost as if he was concentrating on something other than our conversation.

“That’s impossible,” I scoffed. “I love so many authors I couldn't possibly pick favorites.”

“Then start naming them,” he urged. “I read a lot of everything, I might know a few.”

“Doubtful,” I said, but I started listing everyone I could think of off the top of my head.

He nodded as I talked, as if making note of each author. He didn’t scoff once and didn’t say anything like “I’ve never heard of those people" or any other snide comment I’d gotten from boyfriends in the past. In fact, he asked me to spell a couple of the names. Was he going to look them up later?

This was probably all an act, but I was enjoying it.

The sound of the party faded as he led me through another heavy wooden door. I had a moment of fear when I realized we were completely alone, maybe even out of shouting distance from all my friends, then I saw the room and all my worries fled.

“This is heaven!” I breathed, taking in the room around me.

It was the kind of library you only see in movies. Floor-to-ceiling shelves covered two walls with the rolling step ladder to get to the high books. Another wall had a row of giant arched windows. Several of the deep windowsills were covered in fluffy pillows, inviting you to snuggle down and read while it rained outside.

There was a fireplace complete with a roaring fire and several large, overstuffed chairs that were as inviting as the window benches.

This was the stuff of a bookish girl’s dreams!

“I think you’ll like this section the best,” he said, walking me to an area. The books stored here were all the authors I named as we walked!

Not just one or two of their books, but every single book by each author was there, even some I didn’t think had come out yet. I pulled one out and opened it to see a note from the author hoping the reader enjoyed their advanced reader copy of her book.

He was such an avid reader he was receiving physical books to review before release.

“This is amazing,” I said, turning to face him. “Can I borrow this? It doesn’t come out until next month.”

“Consider this library yours,” he said, gesturing to the entire place. “You can take what you want or spend as much time here as you like.”

That was it. He’d gone from cute and intriguing to the sexiest fucking man I’d ever met! I set the book back on the shelf and launched myself at him. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to mine. I saw a brief look of surprise before our lips met.

Then we were kissing and all thoughts left my head. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight to his muscled body.

I hoped he didn’t mind glitter because he was about to be covered in it.

The impressive bulge in his pants got bigger, pressing against my belly. I badly wanted to touch it, but there were just enough thoughts in my brain to pull away so that we could have “the talk.”

“I don’t have condoms,” I blurted breathlessly. “I won’t do this bare.”

I expected a fight, but he nodded. “I have some, but we don’t have to have sex. We could kiss and touch instead. I want you to be happy.”

Good god, could this man get any better?

“Having you fuck me until I’m screaming would make me happy,” I said, pulling out of his arms so I could reach for his pants. I noticed that my shimmery powder was all over his chest, but none of his dark blue skin paint was on me. When I tugged at his trousers I saw that he’d even covered his skin hidden by his clothing with the blue body paint. Weird, but I couldn't fault his dedication to the costume.

I reached down his pants to grab his cock. “I should tell you that–oh shit!”

The man had an impressive length and girth even though he was only half hard. I let go long enough to peel the pants down so his dick and balls came out fully. He was shaped a little differently than anyone I’d been with before, more tapered at the head and so much thicker at the base.

He must have soaked in a vat of dye because even his genitals were the same navy blue as the rest of him.

I stroked his blue dick, enjoying the way it went from half hard to fully aroused within seconds.

“You- you need to stop,” he stuttered. “That feels way too good!”