Page 95 of The Demon's Fire
He grinned. Inside and out. “I have a serious question, Red.”
Margo stopped pushing clay. “Ask.” She wiped her hands on a damp cloth.
“I know I’m not a great catch. I’m a Firebrand warrior who has commitments to hisfreronsand shit. But you’re it for me.”
“What are you saying?”
Margo sauntered over to Chay, her hips swaying.
He groaned, his dick needing relief soon. “Be my mate.”
She flashed a wicked grin, sliding between his legs, wrapping a fist around his aching dick. “Would this be mine? Mine alone?”
He moaned. With great reluctance, he pried her hand off his eager cock, swept her into his arms, dirty apron and all, and carried her to the bedroom. He set her feet on the floor.
When he backed away, he gripped himself. “This will always be yours. Only yours.” He pressed his other palm to his heart. “And this. Now, take off your clothes and climb aboard. You’re gonna get what belongs to you.”
The mattress sank as Chay bounced onto the bed, flinging himself against the plump pillows, his arms crossed behind his neck as he ogled Margo. “I know this is fast, Red, but that’s how it happens to true soulmates. No mistake about it. You’re mine.”
She shucked her sandals, apron, shirt and wiggled her pants down her legs. She posed before him in a bra and delicate, see-through matching panties. Both showed off her assets, her gaze crawling up his body. “Chay, I was mad about you the moment you walked into my apartment in Cleveland. If being your mate means a lifetime with you, count me in. But don’t be disappointed with me. I can be a little crazy. Offbeat. Are you sure I’m what you want?”
He swallowed hard, eying his beautiful redhead, thinking about where he wanted to start on her lusciousness. “Gahya, you’re so perfect. You could never disappoint me, Red. I’m glad you’re different. And I’ve never been surer of anything.”
She slid alongside him, propping a cheek on her fist, a palm gliding across his chest. “You’re flawless. When I touch you, it’s like I’m caressing a beautifully created sculpture.” Her fingers drifted down his abs, his muscles twitching.
“Come here.” Chay unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts, fascinated with her plump nipples, darker than her pale skin. “Wow.”
He pushed Margo onto her back, capturing her in a kiss, exploring her with his tongue. Breaking away, he trailed his lips along her neck and downward. He nuzzled her breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth, nipping until it was a hard pebble. He moved on to the other. Eager for more, Chay slid between her legs, spreading them for a feast.
With Margo stroking his shoulders, he licked the inside of her knee and inner thigh. Once he positioned his head, his tongue took one lap through her folds before he peeked up at her. Her lids were heavy, her hands tangled in the sheets as he stroked back and forth, savoring her with long, slow laps.
Chay sampled her with his finger. She was wet for him. Staring into her eyes, he wanted to see what turned her on.
“Yeah, Chay. Right there.” She lifted her hips.
He added another digit, a loud groan rewarding the action. By the time he was working three digits in and out of a drenched Margo, she was frantic, tossing around. He stayed her with a free hand on her belly.
When Chay removed his soaked fingers, a wild-eyed Margo lamented, “No.”
“Simmer down, Red. You’ll like this.” He returned to the business of satisfying his female. He opened her wider with his thumb and forefinger, burrowing to lick and suck on her clit. His lips closed around her tender nub, bringing her to the edge until he’d stop and start again.
Margo fisted her hands in his hair, pushing him hard against her. As she rocked into Chay, he thrust his tongue deep inside her, plunging it in and out. Her grip directed him to her sweet spots as she wiggled her hips. His female was not shy.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes.”
When Chay assaulted her clit once again, he felt tremors roll through Margo’s body. She bowed off the mattress and forced his mouth tight against her while she shuddered.
Holy schism, he was human-struck, but only for his wild female with the touch of an artist.
Moments later, she relaxed her hold on Chay’s head. Falling back against the pillow, her chest heaving, her lids closed, a sated smile on her face, her arms loose at her sides. “Good lord, what a ride. I thought you might kill me with your clever tongue.”
Margo clasped Chay’s jaws between her hands. He saw himself reflected in her violet eyes. “I love you, ylve baby. You’re not only a handsome guy with a spectacular body. You’re much, much more.”
For the first time in his life, he took more joy at giving pleasure than receiving it.
Hell, he didn’t understand this new male he was becoming. But he knew he had found the only mate he’d ever wanted. And he would do right by her.
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