Page 23 of Demonic Affliction

He sets the pot down on the table, slow and deliberate. “Because you told me when you first arrived in this land that you missed the color from your home world, and I wanted to be the one to give some of it back to you.”

He stands from the chair, turning to face me, and I have to tip my head up, up, up to keep looking at him. The heat in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, and I find myself retreating from the hunger flaring to life. He follows me, one slow step after another, until my back presses firm against the wall.

There's nowhere left for me to go.

He plants a hand on either side of my head, caging me in without touching me, and looks down at me, his eyes blazing. “I want to give you everything, Willow. Everything.”

He leans in, so powerful and gentle at once.

His lips find my jaw first, and he works a searing path up toward my ear. My skin prickles with every slight touch, sending pleasure searing through my veins and clouding my mind.

I tip my head back, giving him more access, needing to feel more. More of him, more of this. His hand slides over from where it rested beside my head, settling along the base of my throat. He’s not squeezing, just resting there, but the weight of it is enough to make my pulse jump.

I press back against the wall, but there's nowhere left to retreat to. With a rumbling growl, he crowds in closer until his cock presses against my upper abdomen, hard and thick even through the layers between us.

He rolls his hips, and I let out a shocked gasp. The size of it… It can’t be real. I thought the other demons were large, but this is… impossible.

“Dravik,” I gasp. “Dravik, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he growls, lowering his head as a shudder runs through him. “You’re under my skin—you have been since the day I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours. I’ve lost my mind, and I’ll never be able to get you out. Which is a problem, because now I’m addicted. One touch was all it took from you, Willow, and I lost control.”

He pulls away, looking like the motion causes him great pain. “But I can’t have you. I don’t deserve you. I would ruin you, and I refuse to do that to something so precious. Something so good.”

“I don’t understand,” I whisper.

He just shakes his head. “I won’t ruin you, Willow. I refuse to do it. You deserve better. More than this. More than a lust-fueled fuck on the floor of a stranger’s living room. You deserve… more than me. So much more than me, little one.”

I shake my head. I want him desperately, and I don't care about being modest about it anymore. I reach up, wrapping my hands around his horns, and he lets out a deep groan, a shudder running through him.

“Willow…”

Before he can say anything, I pull him down, finding zero resistance. Tenderly, I place my lips against him, kissing along the hard line of his jaw.

Dravik groans, and his hands slide down to grip my hips. When I get to the spot just below his ear, his palms tighten, and his hips jerk, dragging his rock-hard cock against my stomach. “Gods, Willow, the way I need you…”

“Whoops! Pardon me… Just gonna scootch by you guys real quick…”

The spell is broken as a deep voice breaks out behind Dravik’s shoulder. Dravik pulls back, his eyes shining with confusion and another emotion I cannot name. He steps back, holding his hands covertly over his pelvic area.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt! Please, continue. Just pretend I’m not even here.” The yellow demon gives us a bright smile and continues past us toward the coffee table. He snatches the bottle of Welwig sap from the surface and brings it to his lips, taking a long swig.

“Ahhh. Good stuff.”

Dravik rolls his eyes, stepping fully away from me now that the moment is gone. “Mind passing me that when you’re done?”

“Huh? Oh! Sure thing!” He passes the bottle to a grumpy-looking Dravik, then turns to me with a grin, completely unaware of the soured mood. “I don’t think we’ve met properly. My name is Cyprien.”

“Hi, Cyprien. It’s nice to meet you.” It would have been nicer under different circumstances, but still… “I’m Willow.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” he says. “My mate can’t stop talking about you. She’s fascinated by you and the entity inhabiting your soul.” He steps closer, gazing deep into my eyes. “Hellooo? You in there?”

Dravik steps in front of me with a menacing snarl. “She is not an object to gawk at. She is a female, and you will respect her as such.”

Cyprien steps back with his hands held in the air, but his smile never wavers. “I meant no offense, friend.”

“We are not friends, demon.”

He just laughs. “You are too much like Roark. I think the two of you would be good friends. You could waste the days sitting in silence next to each other, glaring at everyone with disdain.”