Page 76 of Demon Kept


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“Here?” he asked, his warm breath washing over the peak.

“Yes.”

He moved just to the left to lift and nipped at the same time his finger dipped to my entrance, diverting any disappointment I felt over his miss. I raised my hips, more than ready to welcome his touch, but he moved away from that too.

Another frustrated sound escaped me.

“Tell me what you want, Shelby. Do you want my kisses here and here”—he kissed my breast and tapped my clit—“to make you scream, or do you want more?” His tongue flicked my nipple. Then he kissed a slow path down my stomach. “Do you want to feel me move inside of you?”

“Yes. All of it,” I said, breathing harder as his warm exhale washed over my core. I would have given anything, made any promise, just to feel him there. Turik was too sweet to take advantage of me like that, though, no matter how much I wanted him to.

Instead, he lowered his head and gave me a slow lick from core to clit that made me squirm and arch into the sensations. The pleasure climbed higher inside of me, and just when I thought I would topple over the edge, his mouth left me.

I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling between my legs. Naked and large, his muscles flexed as he prowled up my body and locked his mouth over one tight nipple. After waiting so long, the suction I’d craved brought both pleasure and an ache that made me feel both needful and woefully bereft.

My core clenched around nothing when his teeth scraped me, and I mewled.

“Turik. Please.”

“Shh. Soon.”

He took my other breast into his mouth, sucking just a little harder. The sound that tore from my throat was just a little louder when he released it and gave the taut point a gentle bite. He licked the flat of his tongue over it then kissed his way up my neck.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Since he didn’t seem inclined to listen, I didn’t speak. I simply reached between us and clasped his hot length, stroking it while imagining how it would feel when he was finally inside of me. He wasn’t only long; he was thick, and I would feel every inch of him long after he was done and gone.

“You, Turik. I want you.” I reached for that spot he liked and smiled at his hissed exhale. His hands clasped my thighs, pressing them wide, and I watched him position himself at my entrance.

He wasn’t moving fast enough for my liking, and I arched up.

“Slow, Shelby.”

His head stretched me, and he grunted as he watched it disappear.

“So hot and tight.” He pressed forward, giving me another inch. “And wet.”

Then he closed his eyes. I did the same, focusing on each gloriously veined inch he worked into me. He filled me completely then demanded more, stretching me to the point of discomfort. Somehow, he knew and retreated, only to ease forward again. And again. And again, until my body gave him what he wanted.

Everything.

He growled, and I moaned when he finally seated himself fully. I’d never felt anything like it before. So full. So perfect. I could understand why the other women kept saying yes.

Then he started thrusting. Nerve endings I didn’t know I had zinged with pleasure, drawing that tenuous string of pleasure tighter and tighter until it snapped. I convulsed, opening my mouth in a silent scream as the first wave of my orgasm washed over me. There was no sound. Only joy.

The hot jolt of his release coated my insides, adding to the carnality, and I bucked under him, determined to ring out every ounce of pleasure he could give me.

I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but eventually, we both calmed and lay together breathless and sweaty.

“You’re too heavy to lie on her like that. Get off.”

Turik kissed me soundly before rolling next to me. Vorx scooped me up from the bed. I didn’t open my eyes to look at him. I couldn’t.

He walked with me, shifted my weight to one arm, and I heard the shower start. A moment later, the warm spray was hitting my side and lap. His hand slipped between my legs and gently washed me. However, every light brush of his fingers against my sex sent an overly intense aftershock of pleasure through me.

“Stop,” I managed, swatting his hand away.

“Was he too rough with you?” he asked with concern.

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