Without being able to think too clearly, I do. I give her images of about five different versions of my favorite fantasies, not wanting to overwhelm her with some of the darker fantasies. Her eyes close, and her breathing grows heavy as her hands move to my shoulders, her nails digging in.
The bite of pain is just enough to drive me out of my mind with need, since it’s a reminder that’s she’s really here—that this isn’t just another moment where I’m closing my eyes to see her.
Then she shudders over me, and a slow smile spreads across my lips as I study her very familiar expression, one I’ve never seen on her face until recently. It’s something that’s completely mine, because no one has ever made her look like this. Not even herself, and I’ve watched her do that to herself as well. Many times. Clearly I give her the best ones.
“You just had an orgasm from my fantasies,” I say, my smile growing as hers begins.
Her silver eyes open, staring down at me, then her smile broadens as her gaze drops to my lips.
“That was definitely better than a bowling ball explosion when in the hands of a master.”
My eyebrows lift, and…I’m not entirely sure what expression my mouth is making. It feels a little contorted.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I tell her, but I forget what we’re even talking about when that succubus power reignites, and she starts kissing her way down my chest again, her intent clear.
She lifts up, pulling her dress over her head slowly, just like she has in so many of my fantasies.
Inch by inch, her flawless skin is revealed, reminding me I’ve kept her safe, and I can’t help but touch her, sitting up so I can help her remove the dress entirely. But she shoves me back down, causing me to grin as she resumes kissing a trail down the center crease of my abs, her eyes on mine so intensely that the smile falls from my face.
My cock actually jumps when her chin barely brushes it, and I inwardly groan when she strokes me once with her hand. Slowly, she moves her mouth toward it, the suspense building in me so tightly that I clench both of my fists just to do something with my hands.
She gives a small lick, and my muscles all tense, trying to hold still. A devil’s smile tugs at one corner of her lips, and I narrow my eyes on her. Then her mouth seals over the head, and my eyes roll back.
She sucks me in deeper, and a growl rumbles in the room. It’s like I lose all sense of control around her. I can’t even be quiet.
The erotic hum of succubus energy almost puts my mind in a cloud of desire, intensifying every single touch.
As if the sounds only fuel her, she starts a rhythm that has me fighting to remain still under her, when all I want to do is grab her head just like in my—
As if sensing my thoughts, her hand slides over my fist, pulling it up to her hair. Inwardly I groan, because now I’m really not going to last long.
My hand slides into her hair, and I start pulling her down harder. I forget just how immortal she is until she takes me down even farther, not even bothered by how rough I’m being. There’s a reason we’re so primal.
I don’t hold back, since she’s granting me permission, and I fuck her mouth like I’ve envisioned doing countless times.
There’s barely any build-up before a shot of pleasure jolts through me, and her name gets lost amongst the guttural sound that fucking comes out of me without permission. She swallows me down, not stopping until I’m pulling her off me and jerking her up my body.
My lips collide with hers, seeming to punish her more than thank her with the bruising kiss, but I can’t help it. It’s like I want to cram as much into each moment as I possibly can.
She moves against me, sliding her hips down, and I stop her just as Kya materializes in the room. A man in an orange jumpsuit appears with her, and she punches him hard enough to knock him unconscious, before allowing him to collapse to the ground. She rolls her eyes then turns and freezes when she sees us.
Ella coughs back a sound, then coolly slides off me, tugging the sheet over my already growing erection and her naked body. I give Kya an irritated look.
“Sorry,” she says, eyes wide. “I was seriously not expecting you two to be here, since there’s a red moon tonight. That is tonight, right? Because there’s a lot of howling out—”
“Why the fuck are you here with a human prisoner?”
“Death row meals-on-wheels for my bed-ridden, pregnant sister,” she states as if she’s been programmed. Damn incubus. He’s infected her vernacular as well. “And I stopped in to see if I could find that book you said Kane fou
nd on demon halflings. Karma was asking for it.”
“It’s in the back,” I tell her, and she disappears into the room, then emerges with the book in her hand.
“Sorry,” she says again, then grabs the prisoner and dematerializes once more.
Ella snorts out a laugh from beside me, and I scrub a hand over my face. “I’m going to put up a barrier spell to keep her out,” I grumble, causing Ella to start laughing harder as she puts her head on my shoulder.
My hand lazily runs up her back.