Page 67 of Demon Hunger
“I dunno…” I thought for a moment. There was one thing that would make me feel truly alive, and I’d been craving it for a long time. I met his gaze and bit my lower lip.
“Well, Ms. Sunder, you sure know how to fulfill my heart’s desires.”
He started the engine and got on our way. All the lights changed to green for us, and the cars got out of the way, while Drevan sped a little recklessly through the busy streets. When he parked in front of The Plaza, I didn’t wait for him to come around and open the door. Instead, I got out and met him on the other side.
“Eager, are we?” he asked, taking my hand.
“I want to go all the way,” I said. “Tonight.”
Drevan’s eyebrows went up. “I’ll do my best,” he answered in a voice that rumbled in his chest. As we headed inside, my heart hammered out of control. We rode the elevator in silence, and I was sure he could hear my speeding heartbeat.
As we walked into the penthouse, I noticed a table set for two. There was a bottle of champagne in a metal bucket, and the lights were dim while candlelight cast a warm glow.
“I had planned a quiet dinner,” he said. “Are you hungry?”
“I am, but for you.” I took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I stopped next to the large bed and faced him. He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” he whispered into my lips, then pressed his mouth to mine.
We began kissing slowly, our trembling lips moving tentatively against each other. I raked my fingers through his silky hair, then ran my fingernails down the back of his neck. He shuddered.
Pulling away with difficulty, I took his scarf and jacket off and began unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers trembled slightly as I unfastened them, enjoying every bit of smooth skin that was revealed the further I went. He let me admire him as the shirt dropped to the floor.
I laid my hands on his strong chest, then ran them down over his sculpted abs. Once more, he shuddered under my touch, which delighted me. His sexy “V” disappeared into his slacks, which were massively tented. An electric jolt shot straight to my core. What was waiting for me down there promised to be epic.
“My turn,” he said, quickly ridding me of my jacket, then sliding a hand under the hem of my T-shirt.
His heated fingers trailed up my stomach as he kissed my neck. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples over the fabric of the bra. I gritted my teeth as my nipples tightened. Suddenly, he let out a growl and pulled my T-shirt over my head in one swift motion. It flew across the room, hit the wall, and slid to the floor.
Drevan slid his fingers under the straps of my lacy bra and pushed them off my shoulders.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he said, fingers running down the curve of my shoulders and sending a shiver all over me.
He kissed me once more, his tongue slipping into my mouth, hands sliding back to undo my bra. He broke the kiss and discarded the bra. His hungry, golden gaze was like a caress over my breasts. My nipples hardened even more. Lowering his head, he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. I threw my head back and moaned. Drevan lifted me without effort and deposited me in the middle of the large bed. He continued kissing my breasts while I relished the attention, but ached for so much more.
His lips traveled south, his tongue leaving a wet path, his sharp teeth nibbling. He stopped, making eye contact and slowly undoing my pants and peeling them off.
Kneeling above me, his eyes drank me in. His eyes flashed red, and he bared his teeth.
“You all right?” I asked.
He nodded. “I just need to take it slow. I hope you won’t mind. I haven’t done this in a very long time.”
“Oh?” That surprised me and made me curious, but the many questions that arose in my mind would have to wait. There were more pressing matters at hand.
He shook his head and let out a trembling sigh. His smooth chest rose visibly with each ragged breath. Once he seemed to gather his strength, he kissed the inside of my knee while his hands caressed the outside of my legs. His lips moved further up my left thigh, while his hand moved up the inside of my right one. I arched my back when his thumb caressed me through my lacy panties. He slipped his fingers under the waistband and started to pull down. I knew where this was going, and it wasn’t fair at all.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I said, sliding out from under him and pushing him down onto the bed. “It’smyturn.”
He looked worried for a moment. I glared, and he surrendered, putting his hands up. I straddled him and kissed his mouth. He gasped when my breasts came in contact with his chest. I kissed him deeper, enjoying it as he pulled me closer, his hands sliding from my back to my rear. I felt his hardness through the fabric of his pants, and I almost lost it.
Like he’d done with me, I trailed kisses down his chest and abs, feeling every ridge of his chiseled muscles with my lips and tongue. When I surreptitiously looked up, he was biting his lower lip, eyes shut tightly. Buzzing with curiosity, I undid his pants and peeled them off.
