Page 99 of Demon's Angel

Needing no further encouragement, I reach out my right hand, grasping it, relishing the feeling of touching hard steel encased in velvet. As I begin to move my hand upup-and and down, a drop of pearly fluid appears at the head.

Shuffling closer, I insert my free hand into his loosened pants. As I have difficulty grasping his heavy sac, he snarls and assists by pushing his jeans off his hips. Unable to help myself, I lean forward, licking that drop of pre-cum that’s temptingly now within reach. I elicit another sharp intake of breath from him.

“Vi, fuck.”

My mouth opens, and I draw him inside. His hand goes to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, holding me to him. I trust him, keeping my hand on the length of his shaft that’s too much for me to take in, I lick around his frenulum, feeling his cock harden even more.

Then he starts bucking against me, as if out of control, but he’s not forcing me to take too much.

I swallow, suck, lick. Each of my actions seem to drive him crazy when suddenly he hisses and draws away. “Fuck, Vi. I need to be inside you. Clothes, off. Now.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Demon

Jesus but her mouth is wicked. I was about ready to blow after just a few seconds. Having my woman back in my life, knowing she’s here for good. Knowing Angel won’t be able to take her again, I need to reclaim her as mine.

The memory of how I’d found her is locked in my head. He was so close, another second, he’d have invaded her. So fucking close to raping her today.

I hadn’t returned to the bedroom to fuck her, that wasn’t even on my mind. I was going to give her time to recover. To have therapy, fuck. This is the start of our life together, and if Angel had caused a hitch, well, I’d have waited until the time was right. But now she’s made the first move, has taken my cock into her sweet, sweet mouth, and all bets are off.

I need to be quiet so we don’t wake Theo, but damn, I’m going to love my woman hard. I don’t give a damn that we’re in my parents’ house. I’m going to love her so damn hard she forgets another man’s hands ever touched her; fuck it, make her forget her damn name.

She brought me to the edge so quickly, somehow her guileless exploration was more exciting than any practised hand and mouth I might have had on me before.

I can’t take my eyes off her. I remove my tee as she strips off her top, then her bra, without embarrassment. Then, fuck me, she’s wriggling out of her shorts and, with a wink, is pulling down her underwear. My mouth waters at the delicious sight in front of me, my eyes staring at her hand as she unwittingly flashes that wedding ring at me. It’s the first I’ve had time to admire it. Pyro did a good job choosing it. And it marks her as mine.

Undoing my boots, I kick them off then shrug off my jeans. Starting at the end of the bed, I crawl toward her. Her body flushes at my approach, she’s unable to hide how much I affect her. Firmly I take hold of her legs, and pull them apart, then up over my shoulders, opening her to me.

“Oh.”

Yes. Oh.I lower my head, loving the way her back arches and she almost comes off the bed when I zoom in on my target and suck her clit into my mouth, tonguing it, nibbling it, then attacking her slit with my hand, fingers invading her, finding that spot.

“Jeez, D. I’m gonna…”

She must have already been aroused if I can bring her to this point so fast. My free hand reaches upwards, finding a nipple and pinching it. It’s enough. Her thighs tighten around my ears, muffling the sounds, then she stills. Looking at her face, it’s all scrunched up, and her fist is in her mouth to stop her screaming.

Suddenly her other hand comes down, pushing at my head. “Too much, it’s too much.”

I back off, gently kissing her mound, giving her a moment, before attempting an advance on her clit again.

“I can’t, oh…” Quickly she discovers that she can. Fuck, I could play here all day, delighted to find she’s multi-orgasmic.

“Demon, stop. I want you.”

I’ve certainly got her ready enough. My face and hand are dripping. Reaching for my discarded tee, I wipe first my fingers, and then my mouth.

“Turn over, Vi. I want you on your knees.”

I draw in a breath as she does, and that beautiful tat appears. ‘Property of Demon’.My cock’s jerking, but I take a moment to trace every letter. “You’re fuckin’ mine, Vi.”

“Angel went crazy when he saw it.”

I just bet he did. Then it occurs to me. “Did he hurt you, Vi?”

Her silence tells me he did.

“He said he’d burn or cut it off.”

---