Page 50 of Demon Demands

I didn’t give him the chance to speak. It wasn’t a question, and he wasn’t going to tell me no. I pulled him on top of me, smashing my lips to his to keep his mouth occupied the same way I had done with his hands as he talked.

I wasn’t mad at him for what he’d done, and I knew I needed to show him. Fuck the images I’d given him, I just wanted him. Not the half truths he’d been giving me.

He kissed me back with a fevered intensity, his lips soft and bruising, hard and tender.

With his left hand on the ground above my shoulder, bracing some of his weight, his right hand skimmed over the dip in my waist, moving up my rib cage until he brushed his thumb over my nipple.

I rolled my head to the right, exposing the side of my neck as I reached for his shirt.

Palmer’s lips ran the length of my neck, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. He was entirely overdressed, and he wasn’t interested in stopping his slow assault, so I snapped my fingers, smothering a smirk as his clothes fell in a pile beside us.

When he peered down the lengths of our bodies, I smiled, stifling a giggle as he gave me a disapproving glare.

“Are ya that impatient, Love? Couldn’t wait a few more minutes?”

“You’re not in charge,” I reminded him.

He shrugged one shoulder. “Kinda feels like I am.”

“Not in charge,” I repeated, hooking my left leg and arm over Palmer’s, I pulled, placing my right hand on his hip to push, disrupting his center of gravity.

Following through with my right hip, I whipped my leg around to straddle his waist, his dick bobbing against my ass. Rubbing my soaked pussy down his abs, I smirked at him as I sank down inch by inch.

The last hour of his hands on my body had been all the foreplay I needed. He could cover the rest of my list later.

“Fuck,” Palmer drawled, pushing his hips up to meet me.

He gave me no time to enjoy being on top before he sat up. Shoving me onto my back with a force that had me gushing, he pulled his knees underneath him and my legs onto his shoulders in one swift movement.

With my ass several inches off the ground, the angle made me moan. The lustful sound echoed around us, causing him to groan, a low rumbling in his chest that pushed me too close to the edge of bliss.

When he felt me clenched around him, whining out his name with my orgasm, he slowed his pace. Long, rough strokes prolonged my release, the pleasure nearing painful peaks.

“Palmer,” I begged when he refused to speed up, “Faster.”

He shook his head, dropping my legs and pulling me to him as he continued to thrust slowly. Chest to chest, he kissed me with a passion that I’d not gotten from him yet. A passion that I would become addicted to if he didn’t stop soon.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in soft russet hair to tug his face away from mine.

“Fuck me, Palmer. Stop teasing me.”

He thrust up forcefully, impaling me and rubbing my clit against the tightened muscles of his abs. I threw my head back, the stars on the ceiling mingling with the spots in my vision as I came violently.

My whole body shook as he rode me through another orgasm, crushing any coherent thoughts I might have had at that moment.

His fingertips felt like brands against my skin as he dug them into my hips. I hoped the bruises stayed for longer than a few hours. I loved the marks, but they never lasted long enough to satisfy that primal part of me.

As he slowed yet again, I recalled pricking him with my fang during a blowjob. Letting my incisors elongate, I leaned in to suck on his neck. I pierced his flesh, causing him to slam into me and curse viciously as he came.

He tasted of honeysuckles. The sweet flavor coated my mouth. I pulled my fangs out and licked across his neck, wondering what my other mates would taste like.

I’d tasted Briggs and Novak once, but I hadn’t had York in so very long. His earthy flavor had always been a guilty pleasure. But I had the sudden urge to savor them all. Especially the two I hadn’t sampled yet.

“I want ta be mad about ya biting me,” Palmer told me as he caught his breath, leaning his forehead on my chest. “But I kinda like bein’ caught off guard.”

“Mmm,” I lazily agreed, pulling back so he could see my face. “Kinda like a finger in your ass?”

“What?” He blinked at me. “No. That’s not at all the same thing.”