Page 17 of I Summoned A Demon For A Date?!
"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice filled with desire.
I could feel myself growing even more aroused, my body aching for him. He pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss.
He stood up, quickly undoing his pants and pulling them off. He was already hard, his cock standing at attention. I bit my lower lip, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded, my heart racing. He pushed inside me, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his size. I moaned, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He started to move, his hips thrusting in and out in a slow, steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel every inch of him, fillingme, completing me in a way I'd never experienced before. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel all of him. His skin was hot against mine, our bodies slick with sweat. His tail raised over our heads.
He groaned again, a deep, primal sound that resonated within me, his movements becoming more urgent. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as if he couldn't get enough of me. I could see the muscles in his arms flexing, his body coiling and releasing with each thrust.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the raw desire there, mixed with something deeper and more profound. It sent a shiver down my spine, a sense of connection beyond the physical. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, echoing my own.
I could feel my orgasm building again, my body tensing as I got closer and closer. He reached down and started to rub my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as I came.
He followed shortly after, his body tensing as he came inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged.
We lay there for a few moments, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. He rolled off of me, pulling me into his arms.
"That was amazing," he whispered, his lips brushing against my forehead.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "It was," I agreed but paused. "Wait. We didn't use protection!"
Aldaine chuckled and he tapped his right horn. "Demon, love. We don't need protection."
"Oh. Um. Ok then."
We lay there for a while longer, our bodies pressed together as we drifted off to sleep. I felt safe and secure in Aldaine's arms, my worries and fears melting away.
I woke up feeling warm and content, my body pleasantlysore. Aldaine's arm was still wrapped around my waist, his breath tickling my neck. I shifted slightly, and he tightened his hold on me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured against my skin.
"Shower," I replied, turning to face him. "We need to get ready for dinner, remember?"
His eyes darkened at the mention of a shower, and a slow smirk spread across his face. "Need help washing your back?"
I laughed, but my breath caught as his hand trailed down my spine. "If you promise to behave."
"I never promise what I can't deliver, little minx."
The shower ended up taking longer than planned, mainly because Aldaine's definition of "helping" involved pressing me against the cool tile wall and making me cry out his name again. His hands had wandered everywhere except where the soap was supposed to go, and the way the water cascaded down his muscled chest had been far too distracting for my own good.
The steam had fogged up the glass doors, giving us privacy we didn't need, and the contrast between the cool tiles at my back and his burning hot skin against my front had sent delicious shivers through my body. By the time we finally got dressed, my skin was flushed from more than just the hot water, and my legs felt like jelly. I couldn't help but notice the satisfied smirk on his face as he watched me try to style my thoroughly mussed hair. The demon was definitely living up to his reputation of being sinfully tempting, and I was beginning to wonder if I'd survive the week with my sanity intact.
"Come on," I took his hand as we left our room. "I'll show you around the house before dinner."
His fingers intertwined with mine felt natural like they belonged there. "Lead the way."
I guided him through the mansion, showing him thelibrary with its floor-to-ceiling windows, the conservatory where I used to hide and read for hours, and the various sitting rooms that seemed excessive even now.
"This place is," Aldaine started, hesitating looking for a word.
"Pretentious?" I offered with a grin.
