Page 50 of Knotted By the Demon

Her eyes widened slightly, then narrowed with amusement, her lips quirking in a teasing smirk. “Oh, really? And how exactly are you planning to get me aroused, Little Rabbit?”

I let out a low laugh, leaning closer until our noses nearly touched. “You’ll see,” I murmured before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“Sassy omega, I’ll have you know it takes a lot to get me worked up. And I’m not an alpha or an omega. I don’t perfume like you all do.”

Challenge accepted, Little Fox.

I started slow, savoring the feel of her skin against my lips. My kisses trailed down her jawline, and her breath hitched as I found the delicate spot beneath her ear. I lingered there, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin before I nipped gently, earning a soft gasp. Her hands found my shoulders, her fingers curling into my skin as I continued my descent.

Every kiss was deliberate, every touch purposeful. I wanted her to feel cherished, adored. As my lips moved lower, I spread my hands over her sides, caressing the soft curves of her waist. I hadn’t enjoyed touching Natalie or Nathan. But during my heats, the parts I could remember, I did touch them.

They were all muscle, even Natalie, who worked out just as much as Nathan. And the night they’d made Sara and me be intimate, I noticed that she was softer, but she was all skin and bones from being malnourished, like myself. Sofia wasn’t like anyone I’d ever touched before. Her body was soft, supple, plump in certain places.

She had curves that I wanted to spend days exploring. And if she let me, I would. While the storm raged outside, I’d spendmy time learning and mapping out every inch of her beautiful body. She arched slightly into my touch, her scent blooming in the cocoon of my nest.

It was intoxicating and sweet, with a hint of jasmine and citrus, uniquely hers. When I reached her breasts, I paused, gazing down at her with a hunger I couldn’t hide. Her nipples were already tightening, pebbling under my heated gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “Show me,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Show me with your tongue just how beautiful you find me, Little Rabbit.”

Again, challenge accepted.

I dipped my head, taking one nipple into my mouth while my hand cupped her other breast. Her moan was soft at first, but as I rolled the sensitive peak between my lips, it deepened, the sound vibrating through the nest and setting my skin aflame. My tongue flicked over her, savoring the taste of her skin, while my fingers teased her other nipple, pinching lightly before soothing the sensitive flesh with gentle strokes.

Her body arched beneath me, her breaths coming faster, each exhale a whispered plea. I switched sides, giving her other breast the same attention, licking, sucking, and teasing until her moans grew louder, more desperate. I loved how responsive she was, how every movement of my lips and tongue seemed to unravel her.

“Greek,” she breathed, her voice thick with need.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I continued my descent, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach as I gripped her breasts.

“Harder,” she moaned.

I tightened my grip on her breasts, eliciting another moan from my sweet Sofia. Her skin was warm, soft, and her scentgrew richer with every passing second. My cock throbbed, aching for release, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. It was about her. About showing her how much I wanted her, how much I cared.

When I reached the apex of her thighs, I paused, letting my hands slide over her hips. She parted her legs for me, giving me a glimpse of her pretty pussy. Her scent hit me full force, and I couldn’t hold back the growl that rumbled in my chest as I stared at her glistening folds. My sweet Sofia was already wet for me.

I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh as I tried to calm myself down before I embarrassed myself and came just from the sight of her beautiful cunt. Already, I was leaking slick and precum, my cock aching to be inside of her.

“How does my pussy look, Little Rabbit?” she asked with that filthy mouth I loved.

“Perfect,” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with desire.

Her hands tightened in my hair as I dipped lower, my tongue tracing the delicate folds of her pussy, exploring her flower as she bloomed for me. Her gasp turned into a moan as I flicked my tongue over her clit, circling it slowly. She tasted like heaven, sweet and addictive, and I couldn’t get enough. I sucked her clit gently into my mouth, my tongue flicking over it in slow, torturous strokes.

“Greek,” she moaned, her voice breaking on my name when I applied more pressure to her sensitive nub.

Her hips bucked, but I held her down, my hands gripping her thighs to keep her steady. Her back arched off the bed as I feasted on her, alternating between sucking her clit and licking her sensitive folds, coating my tongue in her juices. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body writhing beneath me as I drove her higher and higher.

Every sound she made, every tremor that coursed through her body, fueled me. I wanted to see her come undone, to hear her scream my name as she shattered beneath me. I pressed my tongue inside her, tasting her deeper. Her thighs clamped around my face as her cries grew louder.

“Greek, please,” she gasped, her hands tugging at my hair as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.

I growled against her, the vibrations making her whimper. My tongue returned to her clit, swirling and flicking until her cries turned into desperate pleas. Her body tensed beneath me, her breath hitching as she hovered on the edge.

“Let go, Sofia,” I murmured, my voice muffled against her skin. “Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

That was all she needed. Her body arched, her thighs trembling as her climax crashed over her. She cried out my name, her voice raw and unrestrained, and I held her through it, my tongue and lips working her through the waves of pleasure.

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