Page 61 of Hooked on a Demon
“Alright, then, Miss Oaks. Let’s snuggle.” He leans back, smiling lovingly at her, and extends his hand out for her to take as she climbs into his bed.
She tosses the blankets back and takes his hand, pulling her into the comfiest of clouds. His bed is like heaven. Soft and pillowy. It immediately forms around her as she settles in. He lies back and says, “Where do you want me?”
“On your back. I thought I’d put my head on your chest.”
“Perfect.”
He opens his arm, giving her access. She scoots herself over, already feeling sleepy. She turns onto her side, and her head finds that perfect spot on his chest that she noticed before, while her free arm wraps over his stomach and her leg hitches over to settle between his. His open arm wraps around her back, hugging her in closer. The feeling is immaculate. It’s exactly as she imagined, and as he reaches over with his other hand to turn the light out, she lets out a hum of contentment.
Being wrapped in his arms is exactly what she needs.
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Eliana is surrounded by a woodsy scent and weighed down by a heavy arm as she wakes the next morning. Disoriented and in an unfamiliar place, panic causes her chest to tighten. Her brain flashes back to living with Sam and the way she hated mornings with him. He’d always have some snarky comment about how she looked, what she ate for breakfast, or even how she slept the night before.
Opening her eyes, she notes the room, which is different from the one they shared back in Hollybrook. As she takes another deep breath, she breathes in the scent that is familiar to her now, and as her hand runs up the arm draped across her stomach, she sees the tattoos that run from the shoulder to the back of his hand.Declan.The tightness in her chest lightens as the world and current surroundings come into focus.
I’m in Declan’s bed.
I stayed in his bed.
Her hand continues to caress him, running the length of his forearm and down to the tip of his fingers. Back and forth. Soft. Gentle. Soothing.
A low groan sounds in her ear before he takes a breath, his head moving over to nestle in the crook of her neck as he pulls her into him. Intoallof him. “Good morning, Oaks.”
Talk about oaks.He’s packing a fucking tree in there based on what she can feel poking her ass.
“Morning, Grace.”
Hearing their movement and voices, Buckley wakes with a flap of his ears and appears at the side of the bed, huffing his own morning greetings and thumping the side with his large tail.
“Good morning to you, too, Bucks,” Declan says, lifting his arm to pet him quickly before wrapping it back around her.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his breath tickling her ear.
“Good. I honestly don’t remember anything after curling up against you.”
“That’s good.” His smile is warm against her skin. “I love how you smell, by the way. I’d love to bottle it up and carry it with me all day.” A laugh escapes her, the sound happy, light, and playful as he holds her tight and draws in a big breath through his nose. “So good,” he growls, matching her energy.
He continues to draw in breaths, causing her to laugh harder and before she knows it, she’s lost in a fit of giggles as he flips himself on top of her, pinning her down in place and running his nose down the side of her neck, to the space between her breasts, and back up the other side.
Torn between continuing this little bit of play and not making a mess of his sheets, she finally sputters between giggles, “I. Need. To. Pee.” He laughs in response, kissing up her neck a final time, but rolls off of her to let her up. While he didn’t put all of his weight on top of her, the absence of his body leaves her feeling momentarily untethered. Like she’s missing a part of herself. A limb. An extension. A piece of her being.
Her heart feels fuller than it has in so long, and looking back at the gorgeous demon sprawled on the bed, his wonderfully blue eyes are so clear, and in their reflections, she can see herself, but in an entirely new light.
Reentering the room, he wraps her in his arms and kisses her fiercely. “I never did give you a good morning kiss,” he says when they break apart.
“True. I feel like you should do it again to make sure you did it right.”
She doesn’t have to tell him twice. He takes her hands and gently lifts them above her head, stepping her back toward the wall. His lips crash onto hers as her back hits the wall, and he holds her hands in place overhead. Her mouth opens as she tilts her head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
His tongue collides with hers in heat and fury, seeking, claiming, and owning every bit of her. He’s already shown her what he can do with that demon tongue of his, and as he licks along her bottom lip before nipping at it, she’s reminded of how fucking good he felt between her legs. He pulls away, leaving her breathless, while he kisses down her chin and finds his way to the hollow at the base of her neck.
Her hands may be held in place above her head, but the rest of her body takes on a mind of its own. One of her legs lifts and wraps around the back of his knee, pulling him closer. He takes it as a hint and uses two of his smoky tendrils to lift her up, allowing his body to slot perfectly between her legs. Her panties may be wet with her arousal, but his boxers are doing nothing to hide the hardness underneath.
Despite the thin layer of clothes between them, she grinds into his stiff cock and whimpers, eliciting a rumble of satisfaction from his chest. She can’t remember the last time she was this horny, and she knows she asked him to wait, but if he keeps this up, she’s not sure how long she’ll be able to be patient herself.
Continuing to kiss her neck, another tendril of magic replaces his hands, keeping hers in place. With his hands free, he uses them to roam her body. Cupping her ass. Caressing her breasts. Eventually, he lifts his shirt off over her head and cups one tit, rolling the peaked nipple between his fingers, while his mouth lands on the other. Declan flicks her sensitive flesh with his tongue before running his teeth along the tip. The slight pinch from his teeth met with the warmth of his mouth, coupled with the relief from how he sucks it after, drives her wild. She bucks into him as he rolls his hips against her soaked core; the friction is too good.
