The Demon King Davian

Jade cringed in his arms. “Oh, my God. She can hear us?”

“Vampire senses. Her study is on the opposite side of mine. Far enough away, but still…”

Jade slipped from his embrace. “How mortifying.”

“She’s very discreet, I assure you.”

“Davian—I wasn’t exactly low key,” Jade muttered as she climbed back into bed.

“Nor was I,” he said as he followed. Draping his arm around her shoulders as she cuddled against him, he added, “I’m sure she’s ecstatic I finally made a move. She’s tired of my sexual frustration.”

Jade shifted in his arms and came up on an elbow. “You’re the king. Don’t you have your pick of the kingdom?”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” He coaxed her down to him again. “From the time you turned eighteen, I didn’t want anyone else.”

“Are you telling me you haven’t had sex in eight years?”

His fingertips drew circles on her upper arm as he confessed, “Until tonight.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“When you’ve lived two hundred and thirty-five years, Jade, eight constitute mere minutes in an immortal’s existence.”

“So tonight really only equates to nanoseconds for you?”

He considered his response. Not that he worried about giving too much away. He’d done that already, hadn’t he? “The entire time you’ve been here, I’ve cataloged in my memory every moment. But yes, our time together is much too brief.”

“Well, I guess there are some similarities between demons and humans. It’s much too brief for me too.” She burrowed under the covers, still in his embrace. “Tell me more about the 1800s.”

He did. When she drifted off to sleep, he stared up at the massive domed ceiling, the flames from the fire casting shadows across it. He hadn’t consulted his clock since he’d taken his shower, but deduced it was somewhere in the wee hours of the morning. Perhaps just a few before dawn.

The slayers would arrive all too soon for Jade. He would let them take her away. And though her cottage was no more than five miles from the castle, at the base of the ridge and across the river, actually visible from his southern bedroom windows, he would feel as if she were a million miles away again. Completely out of his reach.

He contemplated this, and his actions of late, as the minutes ticked by. He didn’t need much sleep and couldn’t bring himself to give into slumber with his one and only chance to hold Jade in his arms.

The knock on his door came regretfully early, though it was likely close to noon at that point.

“My Lord.” It was Morgan.

Jade stirred. She’d turned on her side some time ago and Davian had spooned her, curling his body around hers in not only an intimate cocoon, but a protective one as well.

“Tell him to send the slayers away,” she said in a groggy voice. “I can make it back to the village on my own.”

“They won’t stand for that and you know it,” Davian told her. “They’re likely chomping at the bit to ensure you’re all right.”

“I’m not all right. I want you again.”

He groaned. To Morgan, he said, “She’ll be down in ten minutes.”

“My Lord.”

Davian’s lips swept over her bare shoulder. “Your request is hardly one I can deny.”

“Lucky me.”

His hand on the back of her thigh guided her legs apart. He was already hard for her, no surprise there. He entered her from behind and she sighed contentedly. One of his arms snaked around her front to cross her chest. He palmed her breast as his other hand covered her sex. His lips grazed her neck while his fingers caressed her clit and his cock pumped into her.

She fisted her pillowcase and let out a whimper of need and desire.