Page 74 of Demon Demands

“Stone,” I warned. As soon as his name left my mouth, I shattered.

Words flew from my lips in a gasp of jumbled syllables that made no sense. My knees buckled as I barreled over the edge of bliss.

He was swift to catch me, wrapping his muscular arm around my waist and holding me in place while he licked me clean.

I was panting and ready for more when he spun me around, shoving me gently toward the bed. My thighs hit the side of the mattress and I fell onto my back.

I gazed up at Stone, his black eyes blazing with reds and oranges, like hellfire swirled inside them. Fuck, I still hadn’t caught my breath, but if I had, I’d have lost it again at the sheer intensity of his eyes.

He stood gloriously naked in front of me with his hand stroking his cock. He was all sinewy, chiseled muscle down to his corded thighs.

His chest glistened in the moonlight with a fine sheen of sweat, and his abs had defined ridges that ran between each one.

His Adonis belt led my eyes to his perfect cock, curved up at a delicious angle that I just knew was about to hit all the right spots. And it was just the slightest shade darker than his caramel skin tone.

I raised myself up on my elbows, arching a brow at him. A challenge and a question all wrapped in one expression.

He stalked toward me like the apex predator that he was and crawled up my body with so much control that it made me shiver. I realized how confident and thought out his movements were as he gazed down at me.

With a kiss that curled my toes, I tasted myself on his lips, a sweet and salty combination that was all mine.

He lined himself up, sinking the head of his dick into me, before pulling out and pushing the full length of himself inside me in one swift thrust.

He stilled for just a moment with his eyes closed, memorizing the first feel of me the same way he had a few days ago. And his blissful pause gave me precious time to adjust to his size.

When he opened his eyes, he studied my face and a small smile curved his lips. It was a sinful look, letting me know that shit was about to get real. Rough. Loud. And, godsdamnit, I was ready.

“Rock my fucking world, demon,” I demanded, lifting my hips to urge him on.

He pulled out and slammed home in the most vicious of ways, and it had me wound so tight that I knew my next orgasm was going to leave my whole body feeling like a gelatinous mess.

As he continued his punishing rhythm, I grew louder with each thrust. My hands flattened on his back, and I could feel all of his muscles moving. And that reminded me that I had a task to do.

My nails lengthened into my demonic talons, and I dragged them across his skin softly. He twitched when I reached his sides, picking up his pace even more.

Idly, I wondered if we were going to break my bed. I almost told him to move us to the floor. But then... it would be the perfect excuse to buy a bigger bed.

Reeling my mind away from bed shopping and back to Stone, my orgasm caught me off guard. I sank my nails into his shoulders, slicing my way down while I screamed his name.

If we had neighbors, they would be awake. My voice echoed around my bedroom, and I heard the hellhounds bay in the distance. I mentally soothed them so they didn’t tear through the palace looking for me.

Stone didn’t slow or pause, fucking me right through my release. If anything, he moved faster with the motivation of pain with his pleasure.

I felt another orgasm building, and I thought death by orgasm had to be a real thing. I was positive I’d die without a break. Like, 99.9% positive. Could we maybe take a time out and start again in fifteen-ish minutes?

Stone faltered a bit, and I knew he was getting close. My hands were covered in his blood, but he was healing quickly, and I didn’t mind the mess I’d made of his back.

Right before we were both about to dive headfirst off the cliff of pleasure Stone said, “Mark me.”

And I didn’t even think about it. My teeth elongated, piercing the muscle where his neck met his shoulder while he did the same to me.

I pulled most of my teeth out, leaving my fangs in to enjoy the fucking snack before me. The bite of a vampire sent toxins into the bloodstream that heightened pleasure.

That was Stone’s undoing.

He surged forward, and that last forceful thrust made me shatter again as I dragged my nails across his back, desperately trying to hold on to reality.

As the thrumming in my body slowed to a manageable level, I lapped at the bite with my tongue to slow the bleeding.