Page 57 of I Summoned A Demon For A Date?!
I eased her back onto the bed, bracing myself above her, careful not to crush her with my weight. Her red hair fanned out across the comforter, a flame against the white fabric. She was breathtaking, her green eyes dark with desire, her lips parted in invitation.
"You are magnificent," I breathed, unable to keep the reverence from my voice. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Her hands slid beneath my shirt, palms flat against my skin, exploring with a boldness that made me groan. "Show me," she challenged, a smile curving her lips.
I obeyed, lowering my head to kiss her again, pouring centuries of loneliness and decades of waiting into the press of my lips against hers. She arched up into me, a soft moan escaping her as my tongue traced the seam of her mouth, seeking entry.
Our previous encounters had been frantic, primal, driven by instinct and need. This was different. Each touch deliberate, each kiss measured and deep, as if we had all the time in the ages to learn each other's bodies.
I stripped her slowly, reverently, peeling away layers of clothing to reveal the creamy expanse of her skin, flushed pink with desire. Her body was lush curves and soft valleys, generous in a way that made my hands seem designed specifically to cup and caress her.
"So beautiful," I murmured against her collarbone, trailing kisses down to the generous swell of her breast. "Perfect."
She laughed breathlessly, her hands tangled in my hair. "I'm hardly perfect."
I raised my head to meet her gaze, suddenly fierce with the need for her to understand. "You areto me." My hand traced the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. "Every inch of you was made to drive me mad."
The uncertainty in her eyes melted into something warm and wondering. "Then we're even," she whispered, pulling me down for another kiss, before her hands dropped to tug at my shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes."
I chuckled against her lips, pulling back just enough to strip away my own clothing, baring myself to her eager gaze. The appreciative sound she made as her eyes raked over my chest sent heat pooling low in my belly.
"Better?" I asked, my voice rough with need.
Her answer was to reach for me, hands splaying across my chest, exploring the planes and angles of my body with undisguised delight. When her fingers dipped lower, tracing the line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of my pants, I caught her wrist gently.
"Slowly," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I want to savor you."
A flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck, but she nodded, relaxing back against the pillows. "I'm all yours."
The simple statement hit me like a physical blow. Mine. Yes, she was mine in ways she couldn't yet fully comprehend, bound to me by forces beyond human understanding. But hearing her say it, seeing the trust in her eyes as she offered herself to me, it was a gift beyond measure.
I worshipped her body with lips and tongue and gentle hands, mapping every curve, learning what made her gasp and what drew those delicious little moans from her throat. I discovered the sensitive spot just below her ear that made her shiver, the way her breath hitched when I dragged my teeth lightly across her nipple.
Licking my mark on her neck made her legs shake and she gave a small cry when I bit it gently.
By the time I settled between her thighs, she wastrembling, her skin flushed and damp with perspiration. "Aldaine," my name a plea on her lips, her hands fisted in the sheets.
I looked up the length of her body, taking in the sight of her, flushed and wanting, completely undone by my touch. "Tell me what you need," I urged, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"You," she gasped, her hips lifting in invitation. "Please, I need you."
The desperation in her voice broke the last threads of my restraint. I rose up over her, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as I positioned myself at her entrance. She was wet and ready, her body welcoming me as I pushed inside in one slow, careful thrust.
We both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation. This joining felt different from our previous times ,deeper somehow, not just physically but on some fundamental level that resonated through my very being.
"Oh," Rosie breathed, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked up at me. "I feel.."
"I know," I murmured, understanding what she couldn't articulate. The bond between us was strengthening, solidifying with each joining of our bodies. I could feel her, not just the physical warmth of her wrapped around me, but something of her essence, bright and fierce and so very human.
I began to move within her, setting a rhythm that was gentle but insistent, each thrust measured and deep. Her legs wrapped around my waist, urging me closer, deeper, as if she couldn't bear any space between us.
"Rosie," I groaned, burying my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. "My Rosie."
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly, her nails scoring down my back as pleasure built between us. "And you're mine."
The claim sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through me. Yes, I was hers as surely as she was mine, bound togetherin ways that transcended the physical realm. Ancient and eternal as I was, I had found my match in this fierce, compassionate human woman who faced demons without flinching.
I shifted my angle, driving deeper, and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure as I hit the spot inside her that made her see stars. Her inner walls clenched around me, her body arching beneath mine as she chased her release.
