Page 76 of Demon Food

No. No, absolutely fucking not, but here we were.

“I promise to behave,” he whispered. “I don’t even have to use words. Sometimes words are not enough anyway.”

My heart hastened when he gently gripped my jaw in his fingers.

“May I?” he asked, and I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, but there was something so mischievous in his expression. “Hello, Snow Fox.”

My eyes rounded.

Had he…said that? It sounded like his voice, but at the same time, it didn’t. It was too wavering, like the rumble of distant thunder carried by the wind.

Still. I’d heard it, so he had to have said something.

“What was that?” I asked, eyes dipping to his sensuous mouth. “That was you?”

He smiled, coughing once like it syphoned his energy. Then he wet his lips. “If I could, I would lick the length of your spine.”

I gushed a breath, but it was so thrilling. Too thrilling to care that he’d said something rather misbehaving indeed. “How are you doing that?”

“Practice, my love. Lots and lots of practice.”

The true answer: power. This prince was old world power in a nineteen-year-old body.

“I would start right here,” he said, back in his deep voice, pressing a warm finger onto my neck, just below my ear. “And I would end…”

Chills traced the length of my spinal column as he smoothed his finger downward, all the way. All the way down.

His finger stopped on the very tip of my tailbone. “Here.”

My cock was growing harder as I stroked.

“Gods, but would I? Would I end there?” He inhaled a drag, smoke permeating between us. “Or would I just keep licking?”

That last part he did not say. That last part was unearthly, high and airy, like the words were whirling around my skull.

“What do you think, Snow Fox? Keep licking you? See how sweet you really are?”

I gritted my teeth, eyes half-lidded as I continued to touch myself.

Smoke coiled from his nostrils. “How would you like it if I ate your perfect ass?”

I whimpered, in part from the ghost voice scratching at the windows of my mind, but also from the taste of his herbs on my lips as he blew smoke between us. Fuck, how delirious.

“If I held you down and ate your sweet ass like it was my last meal,” he said, “would you beg me to stop?”

I gripped my cock tighter.

“Or would you beg me to keep going?”

A tiny moan escaped my clenched teeth.

“Either way,” he whispered, his smile white and demonic, “I’d still get to hear you beg.”

My breath sizzled between my teeth. “How fucking filthy you are.”

“Oh, absolutely, baby.” He eased an inch closer. “Filthy and deranged and goddamn obsessed.”

I peered up at him through my lashes.