Page 74 of Cat’s Guide To Romance

Lucien groans against me, and the vibration sends another rush of pleasure through my body. One of his hands stays firmly on my hip while he takes his time until I’m squirming beneath him. When his mouth finally leaves me, I make an embarrassingly disappointed noise.

He chuckles and kisses my hip. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m not done with you.”

A slick finger replaces his tongue, pressing inside me just enough to make my breath catch. Lucien moves it slowly, watching every twitch of my tail and listening to every ridiculous sound.

I push back against his hand, needing more. He gives me exactly what I ask for, but only for another minute before his finger slips away. I twist around to glare at him.

“What?” Lucien’s grin is pure trouble as he catches my hip and rolls me onto my back.

His cock juts from between his thighs and I immediately forget whatever complaint I was about to make.

He spreads gentle kisses across my body before lying over me. His cock drags against mine, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Then he’s rocking against me, our cocks sliding together, the slickness of our pre-cum making everything glide. I moan, my hips bucking up to meet him, my tail thrashing against the sheets.

He sets a slow pace at first, his hips rolling in a way that makes my toes curl. But then he speeds up, his breath coming in harsh gasps, his claws digging into my hips. His cock throbs against mine, the ridges of him rubbing against the sensitive underside of my length.

“Fuck, Sparkle,” he groans, his voice rough. “You feel so good.”

I can’t answer. All I can do is whimper and writhe beneath him. I cling to him, my nails digging into his flesh. The pleasure builds, coiling tight in my gut, and I know I’m not going to last.

Lucien must sense it, because he reaches between us, wrapping a hand around both of our cocks and giving a few rough strokes. “Come for me,” he growls, his voice a command. “Come with me.”

And I do. I cry out, my release painting our stomachs, my tail thrashing so hard it knocks over the lamp on the nightstand. Lucien follows me over the edge, his cum mixing with mine.

He collapses against me and slides off so he’s not crushing me. Our chests heave, our skin slick with sweat and cum. My tail still twitches, but it’s slower now, like it’s just as exhausted as the rest of me. Lucien presses a kiss to my forehead, his lips so damn soft.

“That was…” I trail off, because I don’t know how to describe it. Amazing? Life-changing?

Lucien chuckles and nuzzles my shoulder, being mindful of his horns. “Yeah,” he says. “It was.”

I curl into him, my tail lying over his waist, my ears twitch contentedly. Lucien pulls me closer, his arms wrap around me like he never wants to let go.

The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Lucien’s skin is so warm against mine, his heartbeat a steady thrum beneath my ear. My tail has finally stopped its frantic wiggling, though it still flicks lazily against his thigh now and then.

I should probably move. I should probably clean up. But I don’t want to. I want to stay right here, tangled up in Lucien, his scent surrounding me, his arms holding me tight.

Lucien’s arms tighten around me. I drift off to the sound of his heartbeat. He may be a ridiculous demon, but he’s sweet and gentle and all mine.

Some days sunlight is evil. I grumble and shove my face deeper into the pillow, but the pillow makes a strange noise beneath me.

“Did you just growl at me?” I crack one eye open and find Lucien sprawled beneath me, his hair sticking up in several directions. One horn is dangerously close to the headboard, and my cheek is pressed against his chest. At some point during the night, apparently I decided he was a mattress. My tail is wrapped around his thigh, and his is curled around my ankle beneath the blankets.

“Go back to sleep,” I mumble, closing my eye again.

“I wasn’t the one growling.”

“You were being too bright.”

“That’s the sun.”

“Tell it to stop,” I groan.

Lucien reaches blindly toward the window and snaps his fingers. The curtains yank shut, plunging the bedroom back into blessed darkness. I sigh happily and settle more comfortably against his chest.

“Useful.”

“I have centuries of magical training, and this is what you value me for?”

“And teleporting.”