Page 80 of The Demon's Fire
She shot upright. The sudden light was bright. She gasped, taking short, rapid breaths to relieve the sensation flooding her body. She glanced down. No wounds. Not even a scar. She twisted toward Kole. He was lying on his back on a flat-top rock near the clear pond, his lids closed, his head resting on his muscled arms.
Skyler padded on bare feet to the delicious commander, heaving herself onto the stone. Beside him, she ran a hand over his high, wide cheekbone. She swiped a finger across his full, sensuous lips and trailed feathery touches down his thick, corded neck. She stroked a wing on his Phoenix brand. Wanting more, she brushed a palm along his chest, traveling to the dips of his solid abs. Locking her gaze on the spot where his pants rode low on his hips, she flicked open the button and pulled on the zipper. She slid inside, where she grasped his stiff cock.
Smooth. Firm. Huge.
His deep voice interrupted her exploration. “You might be exhibiting the side effect I warned you about, Frisca. Demon healing can be arousing.” Kole’s fire-gold eyes were checking out where her hand tucked into his pants.
Skyler was aching. She wanted Kole more than she had ever wanted any man.
No. Not wanted. Needed.
She swung a leg across his thighs, still clutching his shaft, which she planned to have buried deep inside her, thrusting into her drenched sheath.
But he flipped their positions, capturing her hands above her head. “Let’s control ourselves for a minute while I put the toy back in the box.” Kole grimaced, struggling to return his penis to his pants and zip up.
Skyler bucked her hips, but there was no moving Kole. “Fuck me.”
“You don’t want that.”
“I know what I want. I want you inside me.”
“You do now. Later, I wouldn’t hear the end of it.” He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, his hot breath only arousing her more. “But mark my words, Frisca, someday you won’t be drunk, and you won’t be under the influence of my healing. You’ll want me to fuck you. And I will.”
“Oh, just stop talking. Please.” Skyler’s hips rolled up. She needed him to fill her, to take away the ache. Everything hurt. Her breasts were heavy. Her sex quivered. Her skin was on fire. “You’ve got to make this stop.”
She had never seen anything more beautiful than the sparks shooting from Kole’s eyes. His breathing ragged, he bent closer and licked around her nipple.
“Yes. More.” She arched into him, begging.
He took the peaked bud between his teeth, nipping it. His gaze flipped up to fix on her irises. Only then did he take more of her breast into his mouth, suckling hard. Skyler moaned, grinding against him. He lavished his attention on the other breast.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted more and more. “Kole.”
He abandoned her breasts to press his full lips to hers, gentle at first. But when he plunged inside her mouth, he devoured her. His tongue tangled with hers as if they battled for dominance. Too soon, he stopped, releasing her.
“Please, Kole. I need you.” Skyler heard her own pathetic, needy pleas.
He slid down her body, unclasping her hands, pausing to lay kisses on her stomach. “Push your knees up, Frisca.”
When she did, he spread her thighs wide, settling between them. The cool air on her sex gave her momentary relief.
“Is this what you want?” Kole’s voice was raspy, hoarse.
“Yes. Hell, yes.”
He cupped her ass, lowering his head to lick slowly between her folds. Testing. Teasing. Torturing.
Too gentle. Her hips bucked upward. “Kole.”
His hands stroked her thighs while he continued. Back. Forth. He stopped.
“No.” She clawed his skin, frantic.
But then he drew her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue around the swollen nub, nipping, sucking.
“Oh, God. Yes.” Skyler couldn’t contain the wild need flowing through her. She begged the demon for more.
He responded, plunging a rough finger inside her. In. Out. Again.
