Page 23 of The Nephilim's Touch
My cock strains in my jeans and I’m close to panting. “What?” I ask dumbly, knowing exactly where this is going.Wantingwhere this is going.
“Showering.” Van pulls away and lifts his arm. “I showered earlier, but after that summons, I need another. You don’t mind, do you?” He grins at me, and I’m sure I give him the most ridiculous look.
My mouth falls open, and he cackles. Actuallycackles.
“Oh, angel, you’re even beautiful when you’re flustered.” He cups my cheek and leans in. “I really want to get naked with you and get dirty in fun ways.”
“Yes.That.”
Something flashes in his eyes as if he didn’t think I’d agree. I grab his sweatpants by the waistband and pull him closer. Well, attempt to. The pants have a lot of give and he kind of just stays where he’s at while laughing.
“Angel, darling, sweetheart, honey, baby doll,” he says each silly nickname so lovingly. “Are you sure? Once you have fun with a demon, you don’t go back. Just ask Lark.”
I grab his hand and yank him towards me. “If you don’t kiss me, I might combust. You keep?—”
Van leans in and brushes the softest kiss to my lips before contently sighing and deepening the kiss with me. I’ve had a few serious relationships in my life, but no one’s ever kissed me like Van. Like I’m the only person in the room. Like I’m the only one that matters. I wish I could bottle up this kiss and save it forever. This kiss is everything I’ve never had before and Van’s still a stranger. What can a kiss with him be like when we know each other?
My hands thread into his silky hair. It’s inky black with a soft hint of curl. I haven’t known him that long and I already want to get naked with him. Just think of it like a hook up. But… I don’t do hook ups. Well, haven’t. Maybe I can?
I pull away. “Yes, to the sex lessons. But not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. We’ll have to play it by ear.”
“I’ll take it.”
I grab a horn and pull him to me, crashing my lips to his again. “No more talking.”
He yanks at my shirt while I pull at the drawstring of the sweatpants hanging off his hips. He’s already tenting the pants with what I’m going to assume is a massive cock. A cock I just agreed to top me. I swallow back any fear I might have because we’re not doing anything like that tonight.
“Wait.”
Van backs off immediately. We’re both panting.
“I haven’t had sex in a while. I’m not going to last,” I confess.
“I thought you kept busy.”
I shake my head. “Lied. Sorry.”
His tail whips around my waist as he says, “Naughty Gabe. No more lying.” My jeans fall off my hips when his tail nudges them.
“None. Promise. I was insecure, and you were being all sexy and?—”
His tail presses to my lips. “How long is a while?”
“Couple years?”
“Can’t relate.”
I can’t help but laugh when his teasing smile comes back.
“What else can you do with that tail?” I ask.
There’s a wicked gleam in Van’s eyes when he drops to his knees and tugs my jeans the rest of the way down. Before he can get them off me, he tugs my shoes from my feet and tosses them toward the door. I’m standing in my boxer briefs with my cock poking out the waistband while he’s still in the pair of sweatpants.
“You’re such a treat. I don’t want my tail to haveallthe fun. We’ll save him for later. ‘Kay?”
All I can do is moan when his tongue licks at my cock head. He yanks my boxers down my thighs and I grab for his horns to keep steady. Anything to keep on my feet.
Why is it so sexy to have a demon kneeling in front of me?
