Page 67 of Demon with Benefits
Her words became a cry of pleasure as he pushed inside, giving her a minute to get used to him before he gave her what she wanted: a hard, fast pounding. He gripped her hips and slammed in and out of her, not holding back at all.
She braced her feet apart on the floor and her hands on the table and took everything. His clothes got in the way, so he paused, whipped his hoodie and shirt over his head in one rough jerk, and then shoved down his pants and kicked them off, socks and all. He left Iris in his shirt for now because he liked the sight of it on her. And then he got back to business.
He wound that blue hair around his fist and pulled her head back, and he kept pounding into her harder and harder. Her cries were uninhibited, a mix of pleas for mercy and demands for more. She reached down between her body and the table and started rubbing her clit, and he groaned. He loved watching her pleasure herself while he fucked her.
When he knew she was close, he licked the index finger of his free hand and pushed the tip inside her ass. She screamed. His blood rushed through his body, and his head swam as her core muscles started rippling around his cock.
He let her orgasm trigger his own, and he shouted and moaned and made all sorts of undignified noises as he unloaded inside her, his knees nearly giving out. Someone could have snuck up behind him and buried a blade in his back, and he wouldn’t have even noticed. He was consumed by his pleasure, totally and completely lost in the moment and Iris.
“Holy shit,” he breathed reverently, watching her back rise and fall with her heaving breath. She lay limp on the table now, arm still trapped beneath her, boneless and undone. All the feisty fire had been fucked right out of her.
He grinned to himself. “We are seriously good at sex.”
She snorted. Her head turned on the table so she could glare at him over her shoulder. “I’m going to make you pay for all that ‘say please’ crap.”
He chuckled. “You love it. I can tell you’ve always wanted it but never had a partner who was man enough to stand up to you. That pansy earlier would have cowered under your stare, but not me.” He smacked her ass lightly. “Watching you scream threats at me just turns me on.”
“You’re demented.”
“Probably. Can’t say I mind right now, though.” He pulled out and nearly died at the sight of his cum spilling out of her and trailing down her thighs. “Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
She smiled, eyes falling shut. “Carry me to the bed?”
He stilled at the request. It was... sweet. Gentle. Not a demand or a threat; just a simple request that he carry her, even though she was perfectly capable of walking herself.
He didn’t know what changed between them in that moment, but he knew something did. Something profound. He had the sudden understanding that they had just crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, but again, he didn’t know what it was.
He did know, however, that nothing in the world could keep him from picking her up and carrying her to the bed, just like she’d asked.
12
HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER
MEPH’S HANDS SHOOK AS HE LIFTEDIRIS AS IF SHEwere suddenly made of glass—never mind the way he’d been pounding into her two minutes ago.
He didn’t really get why this moment was so important, but it was. He lifted her as carefully as he could, cradling her in his arms like a princess, and walked down the hall to her bedroom where he laid her on the bed.
His heart seized when she smiled up at him. “C’mere.”
He almost checked over his shoulder to see if there was someone else there—no way was she speaking to him that sweetly. He was torn between being frozen in shock and wanting to throw himself onto the bed beside her as fast as he could.
“Want me to get a cloth and clean you up?” he asked, feeling this bizarre urge to take care of her.
“No.” Her smile turned mischievous. “Because I want to get messy again.”
His brows shot up.Damn.She was almost too good to be true.
He crawled over her, already hard at the thought that she wanted him again. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, but she shook her head, that satisfied smile never leaving her face. “Nuh-uh. This time it’s my turn.”
He narrowed his eyes, not sure he liked the sound of that.
“Lie on your back,” she said.
He tensed. He didn’t take requests when it came to sex. Ever. He took what he wanted when he wanted it, and he only had partners that were okay with that. Maybe it was some latent trauma—the amount of shit he’d survived that he hadn’t been in control of made him want to call the shots in this—but he didn’t really care as long as it felt good. Which it had. Until he’d gotten that weird aversion to touch and been unable to get close to anyone. Thank fuck Iris had come along and cured him of that.
She was special, no doubt about it, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to go that far.
Her face softened. It wasn’t an expression he’d ever expected to see on her, but he was seeing it now. He was pretty sure he’d seen glimpses of it before too, but she’d always tried to hide it from him. Right now, however, she wasn’t hiding. Her green eyes were full of warmth, and he found himself falling into them, losing himself, forgetting all the reasons he shouldn’t automatically give her whatever she wanted.
