Page 145 of The Call of Crimson
“I need you to soak my fingers, beautiful,” I warn. “I’m going to use my Gift on you now.”
She moans, grasping at the bed sheets. “You don’t need your gift to get me wet.”
“Oh, I know,” I snicker. “But you’re going to find release at least twice before I enter you. I’m just helping the process along.”
“Confident tonight, are we?” she smirks, breathless.
“Not confident,” I say, thrusting two fingers inside her. Her moan is a symphony of pleasure for my ears. “I just need you as relaxed as possible for what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Her inner walls are already tightening from the effect of my power and the slow, deliberate thrust of my fingers. I curl them forward, searching for the spot I know drives her wild.
“What… what is it that you’re going to do to me tonight?” The raspy desperation in her voice has me nearly saying fuck it to my plans and taking her now.
But I’ve waited far too long for this.
“I’m going to give you the one thing we’ve been dancing around for months—the thing you’re too afraid to ask for.”
Alarm flashes in her eyes, her body tensing beneath me.
“None of that,” I murmur, softening my strokes. “Relax, little demon. I’m going to give you pleasure you’ve never felt before, but I need you loose.”
I take her nipple into my mouth, giving it a soft nip. Her hips buck, rubbing against my palm.
Everything about this female is divine.
My hips roll against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
I thrust my fingers in and out, curling them deep inside her, my thumb gently circling her clit.
She gasps my name, her body shaking below me. Her orgasm hits fast and hard, her back arching, eyes rolling back as she falls apart in my arms.
Pure male satisfaction washes through me at the sight of her lost to bliss at my hands.
“That’s my good little demon. That’s one,” I praise. “Now you’re going to do it again on my tongue.”
“Or you could just fuck me,” she whines.
“All in good time.” I wink at her, moving to position my face between her thighs.
Before she can complain again, I swipe my tongue up her center over the already sensitive flesh.
The taste of her arousal is more intoxicating than any liquor I’ve ever known. I could live the rest of my life only knowing the taste of her.
Long fingers tangle in my hair, pulling sharply, demanding both mercy and more. A desperate mewl escapes her mouth that nearly does me in.
I flick my tongue over her clit and dip my fingers inside her tight cunt, gathering the liquid arousal until my hand is dripping.
Then I trail my fingers lower, down to the tight hole I've been teasing for far too long.
A soft gasp leaves her mouth when I dip one slick finger inside.
“Relax, little demon,” I coax from between her thighs, my tongue never slowing. Gently, I push deeper, easing her open.
We’ve done this much before, but tonight she’s strung so tight it makes my heart ache.
My tongue works her clit in slow, deliberate circles, the tension building fast.
Her inner walls tighten, signaling how close she is.
