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I’m not as intimidated about his size as I was before. Now I know that, even if we don’t seem to fit right away, he can control his size until it fills me up perfectly. So, throwing one leg over his hip, straddling my demon, I grab his cock again, positioning it so that I can begin to sink right down on top of him.
He’s speechless as I slip his cock inside of me, murmuring softly when I brace myself by placing both of my hands on his chest before letting gravity take over.
Only then, when I’m fully seated on him, completely full and with only a tiny pinch to tell me that he’s stretching me out even more than he had last night, do I move my hands from his pecs to his shoulders.
I bend, urging him to take one of my tits in his hand. He does without a question, keeping his claws shadowy so that he doesn’t stab me there as he begins to massage my boob before bending his head, darting his heated tongue out to swipe at my nipple before he latches on.
Yes.
This is Sammael tapping into my essence, isn’t it? I’ve always had a thing about my lovers playing with my tits, and nothing gets me off faster than a guy taking deep pulls off one like he’s trying to milk me. It’s just a kink of mine, even though there’s no chance I’ll ever breastfeed, but it drives me crazy.
I don’t know what exactly Sammael likes just yet, but as I start to ride him, from the way he react, lifting his hips to buck up into me anytime he thinks I’m about to climb off of him again… cowgirl might be at the top of his list.
He releases by boob with a soft sucking sound, then says, “I didn’t know that mating could be like this.”
I roll my hips, pleasure fueling me as he gasps, fingers going right to my waist to keep me with him. “Isn’t that why you spent all that time searching for yours?”
“I longed for my mate because I wanted my soul to feel complete,” he says, so seriously that I stop riding him for a moment. “I wanted the one female who would spent the rest of our existences together. To love her and protect her. To love and protect you, my beloved. To be the male worthy of you.”
A lump lodges in my throat. I honestly thought it was all about sex for him… but it isn’t, is it? The bond made it seem like it was—the mate sickness, too—but Sammael… again, I can tell he means it.
Swallowing roughly, intimately away that his massive cock is lodged completely inside of me, I start to move again.
“You will,” I murmur as he picks up his pace, angling his hips just so that I’m bumping my clit against his groin every time I shift my weight again . Pleasure is about to crash into me like a wave, hit taut body a sure sign that my demon is right there with me.
Dropping my head, I press an open-mouthed kiss just about his novel as I tell him, “You are, Sammael.”
I just hope that I’m the woman worthy of his devotion…
* * *
An hour later,I finally crawl out of the bed. Sammael seems hesitant to let me, but when I admit that I need togo, he places his big hand gently on the back of my neck, holding me in place so that he can give me a kiss.
He’s gotten so much better already. I barely notice his fangs as he sucks my bottom lip into the heat of his mouth before nuzzling my temple with his chin.
I get the feeling he’s scent marking me or something, but since I’m full of his come and his body touched almost every inch of mine between last night and this morning, it’s pointless. I probably smell more like Sammael than I do Hope right now.
And I kinda like it.
He told me that I smell delicious, but something about the way Sammael smells like fire reminds me of camping with my mom and Jo when we were both girl scouts. It’s not an unpleasant smell, and the nostalgia that comes with it only makes me feel a little guilty that my sister will never get to know Sammael.
My mom, too, of course, but Johanna is still here with us. She actuallysawSammael—and then promptly had her memories of him erased because humans aren’t supposed to know that demons exist.
Unless you’re the mate to one, of course…
I think about hopping in the shower real quick, then change my mind. I do brush my teeth, marveling over how Sammael didn’t even mention my morning breath—or have any himself—and do a quick clean-up after I pee. Then, feeling a little more human, I shuffle back into my bedroom just as my empty stomach starts to growl.
I haven’t had anything to eat since Johanna brought pizza with her last night. And Sammael… he hasn’t had anything to eat in a while, has he?
He’s sitting up in my bed, blankets pooled around his waist as he uses a claw to thumb through one of the romance books he must have grabbed down from my shelf. From his awed expression as he reads it, he seems to enjoy it, though maybe he’s getting some ideas from the spicy scenes.
The thought of getting to act some of my favorites with my new mate makes me smile—and turns me on more than it probably should. It’s a good thing he’s covered again because I’m not so sure I can control myself around him right now, and we probably should go ahead and have breakfast..
Hovering in the doorway, keeping a little distance from my tempting demon, I ask hi, “Are you hungry?”
His eyes brighten, a look of surprise flashing across his face as though it never occurred to him that he should be.
When he was a ghost, he didn’t need to eat or pee or even sleep. That last one isn’t so unusual for a Sombra demon, his download tells me, but a big guy like Sammael? He needs a lot of calories to support both of his forms as well as the magic his type of demon has.
