Then he was there, pressed against her cervix, and he had more to go. Too intense, everything was too intense. His body pinning her to the bed. His hot breath on her throat. His fangs grazing her flesh. His scent, earthy, spicy, erotic as fuck. She drowned in him.
“Shh.” He kissed her, drugged her senses with the sensual glide of his tongue. “It’s okay, love. I got you,” he whispered into her mouth.
Agone pulled back, all the way out, until only the bulbous head remained, and sunk into her.The ridges!Pleasure rippled through her.
Her core fluttered as each ridge rubbed her just the right way. Agone groaned. The sound of his pleasure passed from his chest to hers.
“Shit.” He pulled back and thrusted into her again. This time her core spasmed. She gasped. Another orgasm was rising quickly. “That’s it,” he muttered hoarsely. “Take me. You were made for this. Forme, love.”
He drove deeper, harder, his speed increasing with each thrust. Her entire body lit up as his big dick rubbed every inch of her. Agone grunted and kept driving into her. She held on as he fucked her. It was all she could do. Hold on and enjoy the ride.
And what a ride!
She writhed under him, groping at his back and round ass, his skin smooth over his ripped back. He kissed the edge of her jaw, his stubble rubbing her cheek, his hair a curtain shielding them from the world.
Kisses turned to bites, licks to soothe the skin, then suckled. Delighted at the mix of pleasure and pain, she arched into the sensations bombarding her. Thrust after thrust, she lost herself in him, in them. Until, tossed over the edge of oblivion, a strangled cry left her. She shuddered as pleasure rolled through her, wave after wave.
“Yes, love. Yes.” He chuckled, sucked on her bottom lip, then dropped his head to her throat and bit her. A scream tore from her mouth. Raw and savage, Eden came undone in a violent orgasm. She was dying, death by a delicious, excruciating orgasm.
She came back to herself, and Agone drilling into her. The strokes punishing, she shouldn’t be able to take them, she should be broken into pieces. Instead, “More. Give me more,” she begged, and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. A snarl ripped from his throat, and he gave her what she wanted. He fucked her until her world narrowed to him and her and nothing else.
“Eden,” he rasped and reared back. “Love.” Suddenly, his eyes were sunken embers in his harsh face. His fangs were longer, sharper, and white against his now red-tinged skin. He was beautiful, brutally, unapologetically stunning.Agone tipped his head back and roared. His cocked kicked deep inside her, and she felt the spurts of his orgasm as he came apart.
A third orgasm rolled through her. She planted her heals in the bed and bucked, nearly unseating him. He pinned her hips and ground into her as his eyes rolled into his head. He flooded her. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, along with his thrusts. They’d slowed but didn’t stop.
Then he fell to the side and took her with him. He rolled on to his back with her sprawled on top of his body. Sated, she was a noodle, couldn’t move if her life depended on it.
His cock was still deep inside her. She wasn’t ready to let him go. She wanted it to stay. He held her slick, panting body to him. Lips brushed her forehead, and a claw brushed her sweaty hair away. His soft cock slipped out of her, followed by his warm, abundant seed. She’d had sex. But damn, she’d never been fucked. Not like that.
Team Demon Dick, all the way. Yay!
“Why are you a demon?” The question spilled out of her, and she couldn’t stop. She popped up and met his gaze, his normal, quite human gaze. “Was it a decision? Or were you always a demon? A born demon?”
He stroked her hair and sighed. “There are born demons. I count myself among one of the few there, near the beginning.”
Holy shit.“How?” She didn’t know what else to ask.
“Good cannot exist without evil. It’s the balance. Nothing is all evil and nothing is all good.”
One more question, a really stupid one to ask after what they’d just did. “Are you... evil, Agone?”
His chest rose and fell on a deep exhale. “What do you think?”
He evaded the question, and she didn’t mind. The question didn’t have a simple answer. “I think you’re as complicated as humans,” she murmured as her energy waned. She had a few more seconds before everything faded away.
He chuckled, and she laughed with him. “You’re right.” He kissed her again, then said, “Sleep.”
Eden had no energy to do anything else.
Chapter 15
The second time Eden woke, the sunlight streamed through the curtains. She got the sense it was morning. Late morning by the angle of the sun. And she was alone. She fell asleep on top of Agone and woke to an empty bed. Ignoring the disappointment, she shoved the covers away and climbed out of bed. Parts of her should ache. After killing a darkling — whatever the hell that was — and epic sex with Agone, she should be wrecked for a week. Instead, she felt rejuvenated. And her vagina? Girlfriend was ready for round two. More than ready. Who knew demon sperm was the fountain of youth?
She giggled and slapped her hand over her mouth to contain it. Why? When she was alone. She showered, washed off last night’s evidence, went to the kitchen for coffee and donuts, and found a hot pot waiting. Along with Seren.
She flinched. Not because he surprised her. Because, in the light of day, with sunlight caressing his skin like a lover, he was downright pretty, as if he’d been sculpted by Michelangelo and then painted by Da Vinci. Genetics hadn’t created the perfection standing in front of her. He was divine in every sense of the word.
“Good morning.”