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“Yes.”
Declan grips her hips and lifts her far enough to free his dick from her cunt. She whines, confused. “Patience.” He doesn’t explain, as two little tendrils of smoke roll a new condom on. Still gripping her hips, he lines himself back and slams his cock into her pretty cunt again.
Right where I belong.
Eliana moans out his name, and it’s the sweetest sound. One he never wants to stop hearing. “Well, I’m up for the challenge if you are,” he says, as he finally allows his demon to come through.
CHAPTER42
Eliana
Declan’s eyes shift to molten gold, his skin toughens up under her fingers, and two dark horns about six inches in length appear on either side of his forehead. And if she’s not mistaken, given the increased stretch in her pussy, his cock has grown too. And holy shit, it’s fucking delicious. The stretch from him in human form was already amazing, but this, this is unreal. Eliana didn’t think she could take any more, but apparently she was wrong, as her pussy clenches around him, hungry to be fucked by his demon cock.
She’s never seen him in his demon form, but if it’s possible, he may be even hotter than he is in his human shape. Those eyes could melt her on the spot with how heated his gaze is, and the added roughness of his skin brings a new sensation she wasn’t expecting. Like a scruffy beard, but all over. The feeling makes her already sensitive nerves light up all over her body. At this rate, it won’t take long for her to come again, and frankly, she can’t wait.
“Hold on,” he says, his voice deeper. Raspier. When she looks at him, confusion must be evident on her face. His eyes flick up. Her gaze follows. Ah. His horns.
Eliana’s hands reach up, wrapping around the thick protrusions coming from his head. He shudders under her touch, and she recalls an earlier conversation. They are extra sensitive. “Do you prefer a light or firm touch?” Eliana asks, wanting to make sure she doesn’t hurt him.
His voice in this form is like lava flowing over her entire body, heating her up, and setting her alight. “Firm is better,” he says.
She nods, then grips harder. Or as hard as she can without her fingertips being able to touch. He groans beneath her before he rises, lifting her, still speared by his cock, and putting her back against the wall. Eliana flinches as the cool surface touches her back, sending a shiver down her spine straight to her cunt, causing her pussy to clench around him. Her hands stroke his horns, feeling the power within him hum as she does. Declan’s lips crash into hers, and then he’s grinding his hips into her, slowly. Oh, so slowly.
She never pictured him as a slow lover, one who wanted to take his time. Fuck, history would tell her that guys want to get off as fast as possible. But not Declan. Each stroke is deliberate. Drawing as much pleasure from her as he absolutely can.
If she didn’t think he was perfect before, she certainly does now. “You will ruin me,” she says, her back bowing off the wall as he withdraws achingly slow before taking his time to seat himself again.
“Good.” He growls, thrusting into her again. “You. Are. Mine. Oaks.”
Goddess, her name, in whatever form he uses, is enough to bring her to ecstasy.
“Tell me,” Declan demands.
She whines, his cock filling her in the most delicious of ways. The stretch almost too much, and yet, as she told him before, she knows she will never get enough. “I’m yours.”
He thrusts again. “Damn.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Right.”
“Make me come, Grace.”
“With pleasure.”
And he does. He grips her ass, holding her in place as he thrusts into her again and again. Each thrust, each pivot of his hips, is deliberate, making his cock brush against that spot inside that makes her see stars.
When a smoky tendril lands on her clit, cool against the heat of their bodies, it only has to brush it a few times before she explodes. He doesn’t let up as she moans her release, drawing out her orgasm as she comes all over his thick demon cock. No, his demon is hungry as Declan plunges into her cunt over and over. She strokes his horns, gripping hard, and matching his rhythm, thrust for thrust. When he finds his release, it’s like her world comes apart and then stitched back together. Suddenly, everything she was worried about no longer matters, and it’s only him. Filling her. Connecting with her. She’s never experienced anything like it, but the world seems to go quiet and all that’s left is their ragged breathing as he whispers, “Mine,” into her ear.
“Yours,” she responds.
* * *
A marathon sex session when she hasn’t had sex, let alone a session like last night, in a very long time, means she is more than a little sore the next morning. But as she watches Declan sleeping peacefully in her bed, she knows it was all worth it.
Of course, doing that the night before the big showcase probably wasn’t the best idea, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’s had a poor night’s sleep before a show, and looking at him, she knows it won’t be the last.
Carefully lifting the duvet, she slides out of bed, and makes her way to the bathroom where she uses the facilities and brushes her teeth before she sneaks to the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee. Halfway through making breakfast, heavy footsteps make their way toward her. She senses his presence as he fills the small kitchen before he slides behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection and nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, sending goosebumps down to her toes.
“Good morning, Oaks,” he mumbles into her flesh before sucking in a deep breath. “You smell like me.”
“Really? How odd,” she teases, mixing the scrambled eggs in the pan.
