The Demon King Davian

Her pelvis rose a tad higher, in silent demand for more. He wanted to give her more. He wanted to strip off his pants and thrust into her, but he hadn’t come even remotely close to discovering all the nuances of her body, or its reactions to him, that he’d set out to explore.

His mouth left her breast and his tongue trailed over her skin, up to her throat. He nipped at the flesh.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”

He gazed at her striking face. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she pulled in staccato breaths. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he pushed deeper into her. She grasped the sash tighter, though clearly not out of a need to free herself from the confining material. His lips brushed her silken skin as he whispered against her neck, “Come for me, Jade. Come all over my fingers. I want you wet and ready for me.”

He felt the vibrations in her body, which started slowly at first, then morphed into a fierce shudder.

“Davian!” Her body tensed. The tremors took hold of her. “Oh—oh, God. Oh!”

“That’s it,” he said, still nuzzling her throat, still stroking her. “Take whatever you want from me, baby. Take it all…”

* * *

A blistering heat consumed Jade and she savored every sweltering flicker as her orgasm roared through her body.

“This feels incredible,” she murmured.

“I’m just getting started,” he vowed.

He withdrew his fingers from her and sat on the bed, between her legs, one of which he draped over his thighs. His hands slid up her body to cover her breasts. He tenderly squeezed the mounds, then whisked his thumbs over the puckered centers, keeping them taut and tingly. Making her hotter…and in desperate need of him.

His head dipped and his tongue toyed with her nipple. Then he suckled. Deep.

Jade gasped as excitement shot through her.

The tip of Davian’s tongue flitted over the puckered bead and Jade’s hips lifted once more of their own accord so she could grind against his ridged abs, her dewy folds gliding along his smooth skin and heightening her arousal.

Davian groaned. “You make me so fucking hard.”

His palms swept down her ribs to her stomach. Lower still, as one hand splayed over her sex, the heel slowly rubbing her clit. Her raspy moans mingled with the snapping from the hearth. Every inch of her blazed and begged for his skilled touch.

“You are the most sensational creature I have ever seen,” he told her in a desire-roughened tone.

Emotion rushed through her, intensifying the eroticism of the moment.

The burning need in his amber irises, more mesmerizing than ever before, drew Jade in further.

What was happening between her and Davian wasn’t just about sexual pleasure. It was about the intricate and poignant connection that not only a man and a woman had made with each other, but also a demon and a human. Unexpectedly, but wholeheartedly. A bond that transcended war and peril…and the separate universes of species. It defied logic, Davian’s governing rules and every safe and sensible ideation Jade had ever embraced.

But it was real. And inescapable. Something so moving and gripping within her, it compelled Jade to be as honest as he’d been from the onset. Equally receptive of the stirring emotions tethering them together. Yes, for one night only, physically. Yet the memory would live within her for the rest of her days. And that warmed her heart.

“I love your hands on my body,” she told him. “And how you look at me. How you make me feel.”

“I’d chase away every ounce of pain if only I could.”

“You’re doing quite wonderfully right now.”

“Jade—”

“Don’t think of anything else than what has transpired this evening, Davian. Our time together is fleeting. You know that. I don’t want reality or all the differences that create a wedge in our worlds to take these few hours away from us.”

He nodded. Slipped two fingers inside her and stroked slowly, sparking even more vibrant yearnings.

Her inner muscles clenched and released and the pressure mounted again.