Page 25 of I Summoned A Demon For A Date?!
I cried out his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body arched beneath him. Every nerve ending sparked to life as he began to move. He was gloriously relentless, his strong hands gripping my hips, lifting me to meet each powerful drive. His tail tightened around me, the tip finding my most sensitive spot with unerring precision,circling and teasing until I couldn't tell where one sensation ended and another began. I could feel myself spiraling higher with each passing moment, tension coiling tighter within me as my vision blurred at the edges. The building pressure was exquisite torture, each thrust bringing me closer to shattering completely.
When I finally came, it was with a scream that tore from the depths of my soul, reverberating through the room like thunder. My entire body convulsed, muscles clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling in their wake. I clung to Aldaine, my nails leaving crescent moons across his vibrant skin.
"Aldaine," I sobbed his name, overwhelmed by the intensity of my release. "Oh god, Aldaine."
His rhythm faltered as he watched me come undone beneath him. His dark eyes, black with desire, locked with mine as his movements grew erratic. Then with a deep, primal growl that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body, he followed me over the edge. His powerful form shuddered violently against mine, his tail constricting around my waist as he surrendered completely to his release inside me. The sensation of his warmth filling me triggered another cascade of aftershocks that left me whimpering his name.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. Then, with a low growl, Aldaine rolled us over, his tail still wrapped around my waist as he began to move again.
This time, he was slower, more deliberate in his movements. Each touch felt like a declaration, his fingers tracing patterns across my skin as if memorizing every curve and hollow. I arched into his touch, my body responding with a sensitivity that surprised even me. His mouth followed wherehis hands led, leaving a trail of warmth that lingered after he moved on.
"I want to remember every part of you," he murmured against the hollow of my throat, his voice vibrating through me like distant thunder.
I tangled my fingers in his hair as he continued his unhurried exploration. The weight of him above me was grounding, comforting, even as my mind threatened to float away on waves of sensation. The contrast between this tender attentiveness and our earlier frenzied passion made my heart swell with emotion I couldn't name.
My breath hitched as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "Aldaine," my voice barely audible even to my own ears. I could feel myself building toward another peak, a different kind of tension gathering deep within me, less urgent but somehow more profound. My limbs trembled with anticipation, tiny tremors I couldn't control radiating outward from my core as he continued his measured, deliberate rhythm. The promise of release hovered just beyond reach, tantalizing and inevitable.
When it finally hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over me and sweeping me away. I cried out, my nails digging into Aldaine's back as I clung to him, my body shaking with the force of my release.
We lay there for hours, our bodies tangled together as we explored each other. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a connection that went beyond the physical. I could feel our souls intertwining, our energies merging as we became one.
I awoke to early morning light filtering through the curtains, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped over my midsection. My body ached pleasantly, every muscle bearing the sweet soreness of the previous night's activities. Memories flooded back in vivid detail withAldaine's hands on my skin, his mouth against mine, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.
I'd never experienced that kind of connection before. It had been more than physical.
Carefully, I turned to face him, my breath catching at the sight of him in the light. In sleep, Aldaine's demon form had a soft vulnerability to it. His magenta skin glowed softly in the dim light, the color deeper and richer than any human shade could ever be. The sharp angles of his face were relaxed, his expression peaceful. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, each one stirring something tender and dangerous in my chest.
I reached out hesitantly, my fingertips hovering just above his skin before making contact. I traced the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the subtle texture differences between human and demon. His skin was warm, almost fever-hot beneath my touch, and impossibly smooth. I followed the elegant curve of his cheekbone, the straight line of his nose, the fullness of his bottom lip.
Was I falling in love with him? The question slipped unbidden into my mind, making my heart stutter in my chest. How ridiculous could that be? Falling in love with a demon who owned my soul. What kind of cosmic joke was that? I barely knew him, yet there was an undeniable connection between us, something that transcended our arrangement, something that felt terrifyingly like fate.
My fingers stilled against his skin as panic began to bloom in my chest. What was I doing? This was a business transaction, nothing more. I'd summoned him out of desperation, offering my soul in exchange for his help. He was fulfilling his end of the bargain, playing the part of my doting boyfriend to perfection, helping me save face in front of Stephany and Roger. The sex had been, well, earth-shattering, but that was probably just a perk of sleeping with asupernatural being who'd had centuries to perfect his technique.
He couldn't possibly have genuine feelings for me. Why would he? He was an ancient, powerful demon, and I was just me. Unemployed, broke, desperate enough to trade my eternal soul for a weekend of petty revenge and a job with a good salary.
God, I was an idiot. Setting myself up for heartbreak with a being who probably viewed human emotions as quaint curiosities. When this weekend was over, he'd go back to wherever demons went when they weren't tormenting desperate humans, and I'd be left with nothing but memories and a soul-debt.
That was what I'd asked for, wasn't it? I'd wanted a fake boyfriend to show up my stepsister, and I was getting exactly that. It wasn't Aldaine's fault that I was developing inconvenient feelings. I couldn't get hurt if I remembered the parameters of our arrangement. We'd just met, for crying out loud. People didn't fall in love in a matter of days, that was fairy tale nonsense. And this was most definitely not a fairy tale.
With a sigh, I carefully extracted myself from his embrace, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness between my thighs as I padded to the bathroom. The cool tiles were a shock against my bare feet as I turned on the shower, steam quickly filling the luxurious space. I stepped under the spray, letting the hot water slide over my body, washing away the evidence of our night together, if not the memories.
As I shampooed my hair, I forced myself to be practical. After this weekend, I'd need to focus on rebuilding my life. I couldn't afford to be mooning over a demon, no matter how incredible he was in bed. I'd enjoy what time I had with him, then file it away as the strangest, most erotic chapter of my life. I would worry about seeing him every day at work later.
By the time I stepped out of the shower, my resolve hadstrengthened. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and wiped the condensation from the mirror, meeting my own eyes. "Get it together, Rosie," I whispered to my reflection. "Eyes on the prize, girl. Getting through this weekend with your dignity intact. Save the existential crisis for Monday."
Back in the bedroom, I dropped my towel and began dressing, selecting comfortable clothes for what promised to be another day of forced socialization. I'd just pulled on my jeans when I felt it. The weight of eyes on my bare back, the prickling awareness of being watched.
I turned to find Aldaine awake, propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes tracking my every movement. The lush magenta of his skin contrasted beautifully with the white sheets pooled around his waist. His tail moved slowly behind him in a hypnotic pattern, like a predator considering its next move. The intensity of his stare raised goosebumps across my skin.
"Good morning," I was suddenly shy despite the intimacies we'd shared the night before.
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach flip and do weird things. "Morning, little minx."
I walked to the bed, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. "Sleep well?"
Instead of answering, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my wrist as he yanked me down onto the bed. I landed with a surprised yelp against his chest, my still-damp hair scattering droplets across his skin.
"Aldaine!" I laughed, pushing ineffectually against his chest. "I just got dressed!"
