Page 90 of The Demon Prince

“And what have you been researching?”

“Hip injuries, mostly.” He turned her, so she was facing away from him. And carefully he drew the robe down her shoulders.

It took every ounce of his strength not to fall upon her like an animal. The smooth curves of her shoulders drew his attention, as they connected to the swan-like neck with all the freckles he wanted to count. The faint outline of her shoulder blades, like wings hidden underneath her skin. He wanted to trace his lips down them, but first, he wanted to prove to her that was a better man.

And still, he could not stop the groan that escaped his mouth when the robe clung to her rounded bottom before falling to her feet. Those legs. Those long, lovely legs that he now knew the taste of. They would be his undoing.

“Gluttony?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse. “What now?”

“Lie down.” Before he fell on her like an animal. Before he dragged his teeth and tongue over every crevice of her body while she screamed for mercy.

She sat on the edge of the raised bed, lying down before he caught her and turned her around. “No, pet. On your stomach.”

He showed her the head rest he’d carefully made to ensure that she would have a comfortable way to breathe. And as she settled, he covered his hands with a slick oil mixed with lavender and peppermint. Both of which would help her stiff muscles ease, especially if he could follow the instructions without ruining this moment.

“In the books I read, they said manual manipulation is helpful.” He dragged his slick hands down her back, watching the long, lean muscles as they spasmed underneath his touch. “Tell me if this is too hard, or not hard enough.”

He pressed his thumbs into the knots he found all along her body. Focusing mostly on her back at first, he waited until she relaxed into his touch. Then he tried more of what he had read. Gently lifting her hand, he threaded their fingers together and drew her arm back to expose the wing of her shoulder blade. He traced his free thumb through the tense muscle there.

She let out a little moan, and he paused for a moment to make sure none of this hurt before he continued. Her fingers spasmed in his, and the now glistening expanse of her spine was a temptation he struggled to avoid.

He wanted to touch and taste and linger, but right now was about fixing her. About healing her. Reconnecting them together after he had almost lost her.

Gluttony took his time massaging her body. He released her hand to scoop her hair up, then threaded his fingers through the tangled mass. He held onto her head, massaging her scalp with the fine points of his nails before he dragged them down her spine to her hip.

This was where he spent most of his attention. Slicking his hands with more oil, he dug deep into the aching joint that never worked well for her. And never would, he had read. She had too much damage from too long ago. But he could help with the pain.

So he focused all his attention on her hips and legs, carefully moving her body and manipulating her until they were both breathing hard. She stared up at him with eyes half mast, allowing him to part her legs and stretch the muscles in whatever way he wanted. Limp and trusting, he couldn’t help but look. And his entire body shuddered as he saw how wet and aroused she was.

He hadn’t meant to tease, only to help. And yet he had riled them both up until neither of them could think straight.

Katherine laid on her side, her good leg resting against his shoulder as he stretched out her tight tendons. It gave him the perfect view of her glistening sex, how she was practically dripping for him.

And, damn, he was drooling for her.

Just a taste, he told himself, as he bent to allow her knee to hook over his shoulder. He bent down, gently running his tongue between her folds. She gasped, falling onto her back and drawing him with her as he stroked her. Just a taste, he reminded himself, even as he plunged his tongue inside her.

“Yes,” she hissed, her back arching into him. “Yes, please, more.”

Claws retracting without thought, he filled her with two of his fingers. No hesitation, no waiting, just shoving them inside her and feeling the way her inner muscles clenched around him. She hissed out a long breath, an aching breath, one that seared right through his cock. He rocked himself against the edge of the bed, trying without luck to ease the pressure that told him to rear up over her and find nirvana in her warm, silken sleeve.

But he didn’t.

He focused all his attention on that little nub at the top of her sex, drawing light circles around it and then flattening his tongue until he coaxed more of those sounds from her. Curling his fingers, he found the point inside her that made her mewl like a kitten, her entire body coiling, tightening, holding onto him as she sought a release that had been denied to her for too long.

Sealing his lips around her clit, he sucked and tossed her over the edge. She clenched so hard around his fingers he feared he would lose blood to them, and oh, it made him growl against her.

He licked slowly after that, drawing her back down from the orgasm that left her panting and liquid on the bed. And though he was certain this wasn’t the plan he’d had in mind, at least now she looked truly relaxed.

Looking up from between her thighs, he licked his lips and waited for her to look down at him. To see the demon she’d tamed.

ChapterThirty-Three

Katherine couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t do anything but stare up at the ceiling in shock because he’d ripped all her sense out from between her legs and suddenly there was nothing but the feeling of that long, black tongue writhing inside her.

He was...

What was he? She forgot the words. Just that he had made her feel so incredible for such a long time and no one had ever done that before.

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