Page 48 of The Demon King's Destiny

“Marrok,” her throaty reply died when he bent and took her mouth.

He slid his body alongside hers, his hip next to her hip, his upper half leaning over her chest. Their tongues tangled and her fingers threaded his hair. Gone was his mate’s tentativeness. She was now comfortable in their kiss, almost demanding.

His hand drifted atop her gown, sliding along her ribcage and settling on her breast. Her little moan encouraged him and he pinched her nipple through the fabric. Evelyn gasped and Marrok did it again.

He released her tight peak and tugged her nightgown up. When she stiffened, Marrok pulled back enough to look at her.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I just, I’ve never—"

“Shh. I know, Evelyn. I’ll be careful with you. Relax, this is not the night we will join that way.”

“It’s not?”

Instead of answering, Marrok nipped her bottom lip, then licked away the sting. He massaged her thigh, moving higher with each caress. His hand slid under her nightie and her restless body arched when he finally reached her breast again.

She turned towards him, hooking her leg over his hip. When she rockedforward, Marrok rolled her to her back with him on top. He nudged her legs apart, gently, allowing her to stop him if she chose.

Evelyn parted her thighs and he settled between them. The heat from her center radiated into his erection and he rolled his hips gently. They groaned in unison.

Marrok’s mouth coasted across her jawline, kissing and nipping. He licked the column of her throat, feeling her pulse increase under the slight pressure.

Shifting his weight to his forearms and knees, he edged lower and lifted her nightgown higher. Her full breasts hit the night air and he took a moment to gaze upon his mate’s perfection.

Evelyn held very still as Marrok took his time looking her over. The amber was the brightest she’d ever seen it. Minute scorches seared across her skin wherever the light from his irises fell. She could feel his gaze boring into her very pores.

Those bright orbs locked on hers, his face lowering to her chest. His tongue darted out and rasped across her nipple. Once. Twice. Three times.

Her wide eyes watched, captured in the erotic moment, unable to look away. When he sealed his mouth over her taut peak and sucked, Evelyn cried out. Her hands dove into his hair and held him to her chest.

While he lapped and laved with his mouth, his hand pulled and rolled her other nipple, just to the point of pain. Her hips bucked, seeking the friction her male wasn’t giving.

“Please,” she panted.

“Please what?” he asked, switching his mouth’s attention to the opposite breast.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Marrok!” she complained.

“I promise to give you what you need,moj draga. All you have to do is tell me where, specifically, you want to be touched.”

Evelyn huffed, her body a quivering mess of need. He knew what she wanted. Why was he forcing her to say it?

“Like last time,” she finally said.

“Technically, we only kissed last time. Are you referring to the time before last? Tell me, Evelyn,” he ordered, allowing his demon power out with his words.

Marrok’s power snaked across her skin, leaving behind molten tracks of desire. She let out a hiss, swearing the magics concentrated at the juncture of her thighs.

She was starting to perspire, something that never happened in the dreamworld. The heart of her ached, needing, wanting. She could touch herself and it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.

Growing desperate, she grabbed his hand and drew it to her core. “Here. Touch me here.”

Marrok rewarded her by grazing his thumb across her clitoris and she moaned. Unabashed, unashamed, she lifted her pelvis wanting more pressure.

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