Page 9 of The Demon King's Unruly Mate

I groaned into her mouth, andgods.She tasted like fire and spice, like everything I’d ever wanted and everything I shouldn’thave. But her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer, and I was drowning in the heat of her.

She broke the kiss, her breathing as ragged as mine. For a moment, we just stared at each other, both stunned by the intensity of what had just happened.

I should step away. I should apologize. I should remember all the reasons this was a terrible idea.

Her lips parted, her eyes darkening as she watched me struggle with myself. “What are you waiting for?” she whispered, challenge and desire mingling in her voice.

With a growl, I surged forward and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss. She met me with equal hunger, nipping at my lower lip as her hands tugged at my shirt. I tore it off, tossing it aside without care as to where it landed.

Her mouth was on me before the fabric hit the floor, hot kisses trailing across my collarbone, my chest, my stomach. My muscles jumped beneath her lips, sparks of pleasure igniting with each touch.

Fuck. She was going to undo me.

She sank to her knees and glanced up at me through long, dark lashes as she began to work my belt buckle. With agonizing slowness, she opened my trousers and freed my aching cock, her slim fingers circling my shaft with delicious pressure.

“Impressive,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “Perhaps there are some benefits to this arrangement after all.”

She took me into her mouth before I could respond, and every clever retort died in my throat. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting, teasing, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from buckling.

Fuck.

She took me deeper, her eyes locked on mine as she worked me with her mouth and hand in tandem. There was somethingdefiant in her gaze, something almost angry, as if she resented how much she wanted this. Wanted me.

I understood the feeling all too well.

I eased my tail between her legs, dragging the tip over her knee and between her thighs. She shivered as I chased the deep pulse of her femoral higher and higher until I reached the thin silk of her panties. I growled, tangling my fingers in her hair.

Soaked. She was soaked, and the knowledge sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took me deeper, swallowing around me until I felt the back of her throat. All while still glaring up at me like I’d personally offended her.

I pressed the flat of my tail firmly against her clit. She moaned around my length, rhythm faltering slightly before picking up again, more frantic than before. She rolled her hips, grinding shamelessly against my tail, seeking friction, pressure, release.

Beautiful. So damn beautiful, kneeling before me with her dress bunched around her hips, wet and wanting. The sight alone was enough to send me hurtling toward the edge, and I desperately wanted to be buried inside her when I fell.

“Enough,” I ordered. When she didn’t listen—of course she didn’t—I tightened my grip in her hair. “Up. Now.”

She released me with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. “Afraid you can’t last?”

The taunt would have been more effective if her voice hadn’t been so husky, if her pupils hadn’t been blown wide with desire.

I yanked her to her feet and crushed my mouth against hers, devouring the soft moan of protest she made as my tail abandoned her clit. One hand palmed her breast through her dress, tearing a gasp from her as I rubbed rough circles over her nipple. The other slipped beneath her skirt, shoving the delicatefabric of her underwear aside as I sank a finger deep inside her molten heat.

Her inner walls clenched around me, rippling and fluttering. Ready. So ready.

I growled against her mouth, drunk on the scent and taste and feel of her. “Take off your clothes before I rip them off.”

For a heartbeat, she hesitated. Then with a tiny huff that shouldn’t have been half as sexy as it was, she reached behind her and dragged down the zipper of her dress. I stepped back far enough to let her shrug out of the garment and kick it aside, followed by her bra and panties.

Fires below. She was gorgeous. Lean muscle, trim waist, mussed hair hanging like a cloak. Perky breasts that filled my palms perfectly. Eyes darkened by desire, lips still swollen from my kiss. She looked like sex, and sin, and everything I didn’t deserve.

I didn’t care.

I stroked a finger down her side, tracing the delicate shape of her rib cage. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my rough callouses, and I marveled that she didn’t slap me away for daring to touch her.

“Get on the bed.” The command came out rough and raw. Needy. Fuck, I was needy for her.

She obeyed without comment, climbing onto the bed and kneeling on the edge, facing me. Her tail swayed behind her, a blatant invitation.

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