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I look down at her, examining her face. Exquisite, but unless I’m missing something, wholly human. A fatherless mortal, birthed to a mortal woman. Although she’s become more precious to me than I ever meant for her to be, I don’t understand why she would draw the attention or ire of other supernaturals.
It’s possible they’re after her as a way to get to me, but if that’s the case, they’re going about it in a completely stupid way. If they’re after her and I’m in the way, the actions make more sense, but the goal doesn’t. What would a demon, who isn’t me, want with her?
I could ask myself that same question. She stirs against me, surfacing from her dreams, and I pull her closer against my body. I want her. I want her more than anything, and I will continue to kill anyone who tries to hurt her. A deep, possessive need stirs within me, a need to claim her, to have her, to fill her.
She stretches, her naked body sliding against mine. Yawning, she blinks her eyes open and smiles at me.
“Morning,” she murmurs sleepily.
“Good morning,” I greet with a grin of my own.
“What time is it?” Sophia asks, her head thumping onto my shoulder. Her eyes attempt to close again, and I wouldn’t mind if she drifted back to sleep. However, she’s stubborn and rubs at her eyes in attempt to stay awake.
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her.
There will be a helicopter arriving in a little while for us, but I don’t want her to rush out of bed. I’ll make that helicopter wait all day if I want, and if it means that she has a quiet start to the morning after the terror of last night. Then again…
My hand roams over her side, my cock twitching at the thought of all the things I still long to do to her. Perhaps I don’t want her to have a quiet morning after all.
Her tired eyes peer up to me as a slight smirk curves her lips. Does she know what I’m thinking about right now, or is she thinking the same things? Hell, I think it’s likely both. I admire the fact that she can keep up with me. I’ve been known for being insatiable when it comes to sex, and yet Sophia welcomes my urges. She stays hungry and ready for it.
I fucking love that.
The idle thoughts drifting through my mind prove to be enough of a motivator for me to forget the peaceful morning I had hoped for her. Rolling on top of her, I kiss her lips passionately but briefly before working my way down her neck. She gives a breathless laugh, then sighs as I continue to devour her. Working my way to her breasts, I bite a nipple carefully before taking it into my mouth. I suck on the rosy flesh as my hands grope at each breast, and she lets out a delicious, innocent little moan.
Fuck. I want to devour her.
I want to suck, bite, and fuck every last part of her. There’s never been a sound as sweet in all of history than the sound of her screaming my name as I fuck her relentlessly.
Leaving her breasts behind reluctantly, I pepper kisses down her stomach as I position myself between her legs.
“Little bird…” The words escape my lips on a deep growl before the flat of my tongue connects with her sweet pussy and glides up the length of her folds.
“Wh-what?” she stammers. I love the way she fumbles over her words when she’s turned on.
“Watch me,” I instruct in a low voice.
Sophia props herself up slightly, and her doe-like eyes stare me down as I lift the hood from her clit and flick the exposed bud with the tip of my tongue. Her chest heaves, her pupils dilating as if the black is trying to edge out the brilliant green of her irises completely. Holding her gaze, I plunge my tongue inside her, tasting the arousal that clings to her inner walls. Her thighs tense, her muscles clamping down around me, but I withdraw immediately and start kissing her inner thighs. She whimpers, and I arch a brow at her, my lips curling up on one side.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” she murmurs, a little line of consternation forming between her brows.
I chuckle and shake my head before kissing back toward her pussy, making sure to take my time with every kiss. When I near her core, I decide to continue torturing her by kissing all around it. I outline her pelvis, licking and sucking on anything and everything that isn’t her pussy.
“Fuck. Comeon, Lucas,” she groans.
“You want me?” I ask her, finding her eyes once again. She nods, and I can’t even attempt to hide the hungry smile on my face. Sitting up, I cup her mound, letting my thumb brush her clit with the barest touch while one finger slides slowly inside her. “Are you my little slut, Sophia? Just for me. No one else.”
“Y-Yes,” she moans.
“You know what little sluts do, don’t you? They beg for it,” I growl. I want her to plead for my cock to be buried in her, for me to overflow her with my seed.
But I should’ve known Sophia would surprise me like she always does, rising to every challenge I issue and then meeting it with one of her own. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are dark with desire, but her voice is even as she says, “Make me.”
It isn’t a childish challenge—it’s sincere. She wants me to bait her into begging for me.
Well, I’m more than happy to oblige.
