Page 88 of Demon Loved
“So much better than all right, it’s not even funny.”
She lay there for a second or two longer, but she knew she couldn’t rest now, not when she needed to show Belshegar everything he’d been missing.
Her hand reached down and found him, feeling how hard he was still, how ready. She wanted to feel him inside her…but first, she needed to let him know that there were plenty of ways for him to experience pleasure as well.
A line of kisses down the hard muscles of his torso, and then she ran her tongue along his shaft. Air escaped his lungs in a startled gasp, almost as if he hadn’t known such a thing was possible.
Well, even HBO didn’t show every little bit.
Then she pulled him into her mouth, tasting the faint saltiness of his flesh, relishing the low, almost involuntary moan he let out. Yes, this was very new to him, and she had a feeling he wasn’t sure of the ways this body responded to pleasure.
He hadn’t seen — or felt — anything yet.
If possible, he’d grown even harder, and she realized if she kept at this too long, he’d surely come. That would have been fine, except she didn’t want to wait even a minute more to feel him inside her, and she had no idea whether he had the same refractory time as a normal human or whether he might bounce back a bit faster.
So she slowly lifted her mouth from him, then shifted so she could settle herself on his shaft, letting all his strength and his heat fill her.
His eyes met hers, shocked and at the same time needful. Yes, he’d wanted this just as badly as she did, even if he might not have been able to fully understand those desires.
Their fingers entwined, and she held on to him as they rocked together, finding their rhythm. The way he’d touched her had been amazing, but this was even better, since now they truly had become a single being, Belshegar and Brianna, two people whose blood might have come from other worlds but who had found their home in this one.
He came first, a burst of heat within her, but she followed soon after, a cry rising from her throat that made her glad the gallery was closed today. Anyone downstairs surely must have heard them.
They were alone now, though, and they clung together as the heat and the need from their orgasms slowly subsided. After a moment, Brianna eased herself off him so she could lie down once again and feel the strength and the warmth of his oh-so-human body pressed against hers.
Silence while her heartbeat seemed to thud in her ears. Finally, he spoke.
“I had no idea.”
She pushed herself up on one elbow so she could better see his face. He looked almost supernaturally calm, but she couldn’t miss how his chest rose and fell, how the faintest sheen of perspiration gleamed on his forehead.
“How could you?” she asked sensibly. “You didn’t even have a human body until a little over a week ago.”
“Still.” He went quiet again for a moment, and then he also moved onto his side so he could gaze at her more directly. “Will I ever stop being surprised by you?”
She touched her mouth to his gently, although even that soft brush of lips against lips was enough to tell her she’d be ready to try this another time in the very near future.
For now, though, she was content just to be here like this with him.
“I sure hope not,” she said.
Her phone had about ten unread texts — most of them from her parents — so after Brianna and Belshegar had showered and made some coffee, she responded to them with variations on the same theme.
I slept well. I’m fine.
And she was. Not just because her slumber had restored the energy she’d depleted the night before when she banished the Collector from this world, but because she and Belshegar had made love.
Because they loved each other, and she knew everything was going to be all right.
Now they sat on the balcony that overlooked Main Street and offered a spectacular view of the Verde Valley and Sedona’s red rocks and the darker edge of the Mogollon Rim beyond. A cool breeze stirred the air, and she thought it couldn’t get much more perfect than this.
“Our battle with the Collector had an unexpected side effect,” Belshegar remarked after he’d taken a bite of cinnamon raisin toast.
“Just one?” Bree responded, knowing she sounded just a bit arch.
He smiled, and the sunny day got a little brighter. “One of several, I suppose,” he said. “Something about the energies we raised appears to have strengthened the permanent wards protecting Jerome, so even if the Collector somehow does manage to escape at some point, I believe he —or his servants, if any are left — will have a much harder time getting in and trying to take the artifacts you’re keeping here.”
That was something, she supposed. Actually, it was a whole lot. While she really didn’t want to consider the possibility of their enemy being free once again, she had to admit she was somewhat comforted to know that the former mining town wouldn’t present quite as tempting a target. With any luck, he’d move his treasure hunt elsewhere.
