Page 63 of Sinless Demons
A frustrated growl comes from my sweet mate as I land in front of him on all fours on the tangle of soft blankets. I can’t tell if the hands holding my hips are singing with a light burn or singing with a static feel of incubus lust... both seem the same when there’s an ache pulsing between my thighs.
Ryke... or Krave...
Long fingers follow the curve of my body from behind before dipping down at my center and gliding over my sex so slowly.
“He took care of you. Fucked you good, didn’t he, love?” a rasping voice asks, drunken with need.
Krave.
His fingers slip into me, curving just right as he massages me slowly. My lashes flutter, and I don’t know how, but he knows my body better than I do. I rock against his hand while his other palm trails down my spine. Sparking sensations follow his touch, and I gasp so loudly, I can practically hear him smirk.
Without a word, he pulls his hand back, leaving me with a cutting breath of disappointment falling from my lips. But he’s right back against me in seconds. The smooth head of his cock teases my clit as he thrusts back and forth but never enters me.
He does it over and over again as I gasp each time he hits the right spot. It’s heart-pounding perfection. But it’s fleeting.
It’s fucking torture.
“Krave,” I whisper on a cry as he glides against me once more.
“Mmm, I love when you say my name like that.” And then he slams into me so hard I lurch forward against Damien.
His nails bite into my skin while his hips drive in harder and harder. The feel of his magic collides within me from his touch alone, and the combination of that and how fast he’s thrusting into my wetness crashes all the emotions inside me together.
I cum in seconds.
I’m a trembling, moaning mess in his hands, and his satisfaction is apparent when he hums a salacious rasp of a groan.
But he never slows.
My sex clenches around him again and again with an uncontrollable release washing through me for so long, it’s like a high of dangerous desire.
He never cums. He slows. He takes his time drawing lines over my skin with his long fingers, until he finally pulls out. His incredible hardness skims along my thighs as I lie on my stomach in a heap of shuddering breaths and weak limbs.
“Go take a break, love,” he says sweetly. “Then come back.”
Come back... and sleep?
Doubtful.
Big hands scoop me up and wrap my legs around him, my head settling against the strong shoulder of whoever is carrying me. Exhaustion pulls at my shoulders, and I just want to stay in his arms forever.
“You tired, baby?” Ryke asks on a soft tone.
I nod, and he stands there in the dark, holding me in his arms, and I realize he doesn’t want to put me down. His hands are high on my thighs, so, so close to my sex.
He’s so big. Unbreakable. His body and his will.
“You’re so sexy, Ryke,” I whisper as I study the shadows of his face.
I can’t see a single thing about him.
But fuck, he’s so perfect. Gentle. Sweet. Powerful and deadly. Perfect.
A quiet laugh slips from his lips.
“What?” I ask, my fingers trailing along his coarse beard.
His head shakes back and forth beneath my touch. “You don’t have to say that, Crow.”
