Page 22 of Demon's Bride

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I peel off my cardigan and shift my wind-tangled hair over my shoulder, giving him access to my dress’s zipper. He slides it down, kissing every bit of newly exposed skin along the way.

The press of his mouth feels like reverence against me, like worship.

“Soft,” he murmurs. “So soft and sweet, little witch.”

Despite the tenderness of his touch, when he reaches up to slide the dress off my shoulders, I feel my body tense instinctively.

Eren misses nothing. “What is it, Allie?”

Damn it. Eren obviously has no problem with the way I look, but a lifetime of insecurities is a hell of a thing to get past. Even with a freaking demon sex god right behind me, ready to screw my brains out.

“It’s nothing,” I assure him. “Just, uh, hope you’re not disappointed.”

When he comes to stand in front of me, he’s looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

And maybe I have, if I’m a big enough idiot to make him stop whatever he was about to do next.

“Disappointed?” he asks. “Have I said or done anything these last two hours that would make you think I don’t ache to touch you? To taste you? To hunt you down and claim you?”

“No,” I blurt, a shot of heat running through me at his questions. “No, you haven’t. But—”

“No,” he says sternly, and the firm command in his voice does things to me. Like, really does things to me. “You will not hide yourself from me. You will not be ashamed.”

“Okay,” I say. It comes out in a shaky whisper.

As if he knows words won’t convince me, Eren brings his hands back to my shoulders. The dress slides easily over my heated skin, pooling on the floor below me.

By some miracle of fate or some intervention of the Goddess, I’m actually wearing a matching set of underwear today. Sure, they’re from Target, and sure, the black lace has seen better days, but when I think about some of the sad, cotton, loose-elastic numbers in my drawer back home, these look like they belong on a runway model wearing a pair of jet-black wings.

A strangled noise works its way out of Eren’s throat. The way he’s staring at me… Goddess above.

Just like that, I forget to be self-conscious. How could I be, when the fires blazing in his ruby red eyes burn away every last doubt of whether he wants me?

“Take them off,” he commands. “I don’t trust myself to do it without destroying them.”

I’m about to give him full permission to do just that when inspiration strikes.

“Sit down on the bed.”

“You think to order me around, little witch?”

“Sit. Down.”

Eyes flaring wide, he obeys. I follow him to the edge of the vast mattress, and when he settles himself, I step between his legs. Eyes never leaving his, I reach behind and unclasp my bra, tossing it carelessly aside.

My breasts aren’t large, just a handful each, which I’ve always thought to be a bit unfair given the proportions of my lower half. Eren, though, doesn’t seem to mind a bit. When he reaches up to touch, like he can’t stop himself, I shake my head.

“Not yet.”

It’s my turn to play.

Chapter 10

Eren

My Allie is full of mischief.

And even though my cock has never been this hard, straining painfully at the fastenings of my trousers, I would let her have her fun.

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