Page 51 of The Demon King's Destiny

Marrok sucked in a breath. Surely, she wasn’t saying she wanted to reciprocate in the same manner. Was she? His erection jerked, thinking of how it would feel to have her mouth on him.

Evelyn could sense the excitement she’d elicited in her demon. She saw the moment he made his decision. His hungry look told her he was hers.

“Undo my pants, Evelyn.”

Evelyn’s blood spiked with eagerness. She was surprised her hands weren’t shaking after she popped the first button and got a peek of the dark hair underneath. She had trouble undoing the next.

His trousers were stretched so tight she was afraid to pull on the fabric. Carefully, she undid the next two, catching a glimpse of darkened skin under his curls. By the time she got the last button undone, his hands were in her hair again.

Evelyn pulled and tugged the material until his erection sprang free. Her eyes were glued to it, fascinated. Curiosity had her hand wrapping around him, giving a little squeeze.

His exhale came out hard and she looked up, worried she’d hurt him. She released him and he placed her hand back where it had been.

“Don’t stop.”

“Should I …?” she squeezed again instead of voicing her question.

Though she and her sisters had been educated on sex, they’d not been taught what to do outside of coupling. Mara, their governess, had assured them their husbands would know what to do.

“Like this,” he replied, laying his hand over hers and stroking up and down his length. After several strokes, he let go and put his hand in her hair again.

“I want to try something,” she told him once more.

“Anything. You can do anything,” he whispered, thrusting his hips slightly, meeting her strokes each time they reached the base of his cock.

Evelyn bent and pressed her lips to the broad crown. His hands tightened, her hair threading between his fingers. She opened her mouth and licked.

“Close your mouth around it,moj draga.”

Trusting his direction, she did as Marrok asked.His taste was salted spice, similar to his scent. She hummed in satisfaction.

Gently, he pushed further inside her mouth. A loud groan broke the silence and her skin heated, thrilled she could do to him what he did to her.

She swirled her tongue, wanting more of his flavor. His hands fisted her hair and he held her head still. His shallow thrusts increased in speed and so she stroked him faster.

“I’m close. If you don’t want me to spend in your mouth, pull away.”

Evelyn refused to move. She wanted to taste all of him, to be the force to pull forth his seed. Her grip tightened and she felt him pulse in her hand. His molten essence surged into her mouth.

“Ah, Goddess,” he sighed. “Swallow.”

Evelyn had to swallow several times while Marrok peaked. He cried her name like a prayer to the heavens. Eventually he came down from his high and withdrew from her mouth.

“Come here, little mate.”

Evelyn went into his arms and he lowered their bodies to the blanket so they were facing each other. He brushed her lips with his then ran his cheek across hers.

She noticed he made no attempt to cover his exposed manhood. She considered the merits of lying nude, skin to skin, with Marrok. Was she really so willing to take the next step?

“What are you thinking, my sweet?” the deep timber of his voice cocooned her in warmth while his hand rubbed her back.

“Nothing.”

“I can smell your new arousal. Need I remind you that you cannot lie to me?”

“I was just picturing the future. I find I am rather impatient.”

His hand paused. “Be patient with me, Evelyn. I’m fixing my world for you. It will take some time.”

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