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My breathing quickened as he continued searching lower, and something pressed in between the lips of my pussy, parting them. It wiggled, spreading my juices before plunging in. At first, it felt slim, like a finger, but as it moved inside me, it grew. It swelled as it fucked me, stretching me so wide it almost hurt.
I whimpered, unable to form words.
“You can handle it, little witch.” Then Eamon turned my head and covered my mouth with his. His fingers tightened in my hair as he devoured me.
The sucker over my clit vibrated hard, and I screamed. Eamon swallowed the sound as he continued to fuck me. He turned me around and gathered me into his arms, his demon appendage still moving inside me. It didn’t matter what position we were in, it reached me all the same.
“That’s right, come for me,” he hissed into my hair.
The large mass in my pussy thrust and twisted in deliciously inhuman ways. Light exploded in my vision as the barrier between pleasure and pain disappeared, and I was swept away by the waves of ecstasy that rolled over me. I clung desperately to Eamon, a boneless mass held up only by my demon lover and the balcony rail at my back.
As the pulsing of my channel waned, Eamon pulled out of me, the ghostly tentacles absorbing back into his body as if they’d never existed. With a grin, he swept me into his arms and stepped back through the double doors into his bedroom. Unseen hands closed the doors behind us.
“Let’s get my dirty little girl all squeaky clean.” He carried me into the huge bathroom.
No matter how many times I stepped into his bathroom, I was awed anew. Decked out in dark stone and light marble, with gold fixtures and decorated with several large palms, this room was pure luxury. Alone, the polished marble and intricately designed gold details would’ve been almost gaudy, but tempered by the natural stone texture and lush greenery under the skylights, it was gorgeous.
There was a large, freestanding tub on ornate brass legs and a matching faucet jutting from the floor next to it. I’d probably spent way too much time in here already in the week I’d been in the penthouse.
But that wasn’t where Eamon took me. He took me to the spacious, enclosed shower instead. He put me down in front of the entrance and started to strip me bare. When he got to my damp underwear, he grinned and brought them to his face, inhaling loudly.
Throwing my clothes into the laundry chute, he led me into the shower. The unique blend of natural and opulent followed us inside. There was no tiny showerhead with insufficient pressure here. When he turned on the water, it rained down from a large square plate in the ceiling.
“How’s the temperature?”
I reached out to test the water, then stepped in. “It’s perfect.”
He stepped in with me, the clothing on his body disappearing in a puff of smoke. I was left facing a massive set of shoulders and a perfect six-pack. He corralled me with his arms and held me in the warm rain, our bodies swaying to some unheard beat. It was wonderful.
I closed my eyes and leaned my cheek against his chest.
“This is nice,” he hummed. “We should do this more often.”
“What? Shower together?”
“No,” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Fuck you on the balcony,thenshower together.”
I giggled. “Well, if you put it that way. Itisnice. And yes, weshoulddo it more often.“ I wrapped my arms around his waist, and slow-danced with him to the sound of artificial rain, loving every moment of it.
Love.Oh no.And there was the kicker. I was falling in love with a demon.
Why the hell did Eamon have to be so easy to love? Love wasn’t supposed to be a part of this. Demons didn’t love back.
It was proving to be hard to stop myself from falling head over heels for the playful demon, especially since all I wanted was to stay in his arms every day and night until he got bored with me. I’d never felt so cared for; I was already addicted to him.
Compared to that, asking to see a dragon’s hoard was starting to look like an easy task.
Chapter 20
Tansy
“AndwhyshouldIlet you borrow a piece from my hoard, human?” Desmon’s golden eyes pierced into my soul.
I struggled to find the right words. I was alone with a dragon, and I’d just asked if I, a complete stranger, could borrow a part of his treasure. Except, instead of a fantastical, giant fire-breathing lizard, I faced an intimidating middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored suit.
Now that I’d practiced with magic and could recognize it, I sensed it pouring from him in waves, threatening to drown me. I wished Eamon, or even Nugget, were here. Their presence would bolster my own magic, and I wouldn’t feel so ridiculously tiny.
Eamon had mentioned once that he didn’t have magic the way humans did; instead, it was part of his being. Ididmagic while hewasmagic. The entity in front of me was very powerful magic indeed. I must have a death wish, because instead of backing down, I stood my ground, squared my shoulders, and explained what I needed the particular sword for.
