Page 27 of My Demon Charming

I can still see him though. I can still look into his eyes and feel his body against mine.

A bulge grows harder against my taint, and I moan. It sounds foreign. I didn’t even know I could make such sounds.

My fingers gain a life of their own as they unbutton his waistcoat and then his shirt. Just as I push the last article of clothing off him, he wraps his hands around the hem of my T-shirt, lifts it off me, and hugs me, skin to skin for the first time.

My body is hot. It’s hotter than hot. It’s scorching.

This is different. It’s so different to everything that’s come before. I don’t know how I could have doubted him. I don’t know how I could have thought he wanted to abuse me like the Taylors.

Everywhere he touches me doesn’t feel like the poison of their touch. When he touches me, it’s like he’s putting me back together.

I pull back and bring my hands straight down to the buttons of his pants.

“Are you okay, my darling boy? This isn’t too fast? Too painful?”

If anything, his words, his concern, make me even needier. I need to experience him. I need to have him so he can erase everything that’s come before. So he can show me what true connection is like.

“Not painful at all. I want you, Lucian. I want you, my hell-demon.”

“My?” He grins at me over his glasses and sets a new fire inside me.

“You said we’re soulmates, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“So you’re as much mine as I am yours.”

Lucian’s smile reaches all the way to his eyes, and it’s a sight to behold. Truly.

“What kind of creature are you?” he asks. “And what have I done to deserve you?”

I shut him up with my lips, my fingers still busy unbuttoning his pants. He does the same with my jeans. Soon we’re both naked in the embrace of his wings.

He’s the first to reach down and take hold of me. My toes curl instinctively, and I bite down a moan. I’ve never been touched. Not like this. Not like anything. I’ve always been used to satiate someone else’s needs. No one’s ever treated me so delicately. Not that I ever wanted anyone to.

Lucian tugs at my hard cock and drowns out my moan with his mouth. He lashes his tongue against mine once, twice, and then pulls away and gets down on his knees.

Shit.

He opens his mouth, and I watch him take me inch by inch.

I don’t know what to do with my hands, my whole body, so I hold on to him by the shoulders. I hold on and watch.

Each bob of his head unleashes something inside me. Something that has never been there before. It unravels slowly, and when he uses both hands to hold my ass, fingers teasing at my hole, I all but let go.

I can’t control it. I can’t tame it. I can’t even warn him. I shoot inside his mouth and bring my hands up around his head to cuddle him, to bring him closer to me until I’m so sensitive even his breathing makes me flinch.

A moment passes. Then another. Lucian looks up at me. His glasses are smudged, so I take them off him. I don’t know if he can see me without them, but he definitely can’t as they are.

“How was that?”

“That…” I take a deep breath. “That was amazing.”

He smiles.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are…are you ready?—”

Even at the mere suggestion, my cock twitches as if it wants to go hard again.

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