Lure of a Demon

Her eyes flashed, this time with lust, and smiling, I knew.

She wanted me.

Pressing her breasts together, I licked between them before moving down, dipping my tongue into her belly button and making her squirm again. Kneeling at the edge of the mattress, I bent at the hips, inhaling deeply as her scent intoxicated me when she spread her legs for me. She was so wet already I could see her pretty pussy glistening even in the room’s dull light. Tucking my hands under her ass, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and buried my face between her thighs, lapping hungrily at her pussy. I wanted to taste all of her, and after spending some time licking and sucking on her clit, reveling in the delectable moans and praises spilling from her lips, I buried my tongue inside her, the mound of her hair tickling my nose pleasantly.

Fuck, she tasted so fucking good. She was practically dripping around my tongue.

Pursing my lips, I sucked on her clit again, rolling the sensitive bud around my tongue before repeating the motion. Ilsa was coming undone, and glancing up over her stunning body, I took in her hands, still gripping the headboard like a good girl. But her knuckles whitened as she started grinding against my face, desperation fighting her control. Taking a finger, I pushed it inside her, moaning at how easily she took the penetration, so wet and ready. Finding her G-spot, I rubbed it in tandem with my attentions on her clit, and her cries reached a new pitch.

She was close, and I was going to bring her there.

Fuck, Ilsa was gorgeous, writhing on the bed like that, teetering on the edge of letting go. It almost seemed as though she were holding herself back like she didn’t want to allow herself the pleasure of releasing with me.

She’d have no choice in the matter.

“You better come, Ilsa…” I mumbled against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of playful bites in my wake, “… because I’m not going to stop until you do.”

She moaned again and shuddered when I doubled my attention on her already sensitive clit and added a second finger inside her.

Ilsa came with a warm flush around my fingers as I continued to lick and suck at her clit, pushing her past her limit until she was trying to squirm away from my touch. Removing my fingers, I gripped onto her hips with both hands, barely controlling my strength as I held her against her struggles. I pinned her to the bed and sucked hard on her clit as it throbbed through her orgasm. She was stronger than I thought she’d be, and I’m sure my fingers were digging painfully into her as I fought to hold her still.

“Ray, fuck!” she cried out. The break in her voice ignited something within me, and I growled against her skin. As my demon gained control, I realized how foolish it had been to wait so long between sessions of fucking because I kept going, drawing out her orgasm until she grabbed a pillow and slammed it over her face to muffle her screams.

I kept going.

“Ray…” Ilsa panted, grabbed at my hair, and tried to push me away from her heat. “Stop, please, stop. I can’t take it—” Her fingers tangled in my hair as another wave of pleasure gripped her, and she cried out again.

She could take it, and she would. Because I wouldn’t stop until I’d had enough of her taste and her orgasms built one on top of the other. Her legs began to spasm, and her grip on my hair was painful.

When I pulled away, wiping my face on the back of my hands, Ilsa collapsed back against the mattress, her chest heaving. She was practically whimpering, and I was loving every second of it, loving every sound of submission trickling from her perfect mouth.

Crawling over her, Ilsa automatically placed her hands on my thighs as I straddled her lap again and sat atop her.

“Ilsa,” I said.

She still had her eyes closed, her leg twitching intermittently under me. But I didn’t have the patience for her to recover, not with the way my instinct raged through my veins at the taste of her. She was delectable, coming undone underneath me like I knew she would. Ilsa was strength and submission, and she didn’t put up with any shit. She was everything I needed to balance me out.

And she was fucking hot on top of that.

I shook the human thoughts of distraction that served no purpose for me at this moment from my head. Leaning forward, I bit into her neck, and she cried out, rage edging on her tone as she gripped my shoulders.

Straightening, I grinned at the way she glared at me, rubbing at her neck.

“Sit up,” I commanded.

She paused, too long for my liking, and I leaned forward again, this time flicking my tongue over her nipple before biting into the flesh of her breast.

“Ray!”

“I said, sit!”

Her frustration matched mine, and I could hear it edging in her voice. But I was bordering on losing control, and I didn’t have time to care about her feelings. Pushing herself up on her elbows, I lifted myself from her only enough for her to sit, leaning her back against the headboard. Her hands came to rest on my hips again, and I began grinding against her, chasing friction for my release.

“You can’t be mad at me,” I whispered, blowing the words against her ear and loving the way she shuddered. “You let go of the headboard when I told you not to. You’re lucky I’m not spanking you right now.”

There was that look in her eyes again, both daring me against it and inviting me to do exactly that. But that would need to wait for another time. If I were to take her like that now, I wouldn’t have the control I needed not to hurt her, and she might never let me touch her again.

Right now, I couldn’t imagine being in a world where I wasn’t allowed to touch her.

“Touch me,” I let my voice soften, darken, and drip with seduction as her eyes became heavy with desire again.

She was soft and gentle, running her hands from my shoulders over my collarbone and finally to my breasts, palming them with open hands. Gripping her, pushing my fingers on top of hers, I forced her to grab at me, and her eyes met mine as she understood. She can’t hurt me, so she can do as she pleases. Harder than she has to anyone before. I needed it, liked it.

The sound of her slapping my ass reverberated around the room, and when I lifted my lip in a snarl, she smiled sweetly at me, raising a brow as though in a challenge. Before I could protest, she spanked me again, and this time an involuntary growl escaped my lips.

The pain was so sweet.

“You’re treading dangerous territory, soldier,” I snapped.

But I couldn’t continue my protest because her hand that wasn’t gripping my ass had snaked between us, between my thighs, and she was rubbing the ball of her palm against my clit. I groaned and ground myself into her hand, needing this more than I realized.

“More…” I whispered, hating how weak and mild my voice was but unable to do anything about it.

She slipped two fingers inside me, and then a third, and I cried out, gripping her shoulders.

“Ride my fingers,” she said, watching my face as I took in the feel of her fingers inside me.

I began bouncing on her hand, using her fingers for my pleasure. When she shifted so her thumb was rubbing against my clit, I moaned as she gripped my hip, pumping her fingers in and out in time with my movements.

“Ray—”

Dropping down, I closed my mouth over hers, swallowing whatever she was about to say. This wasn’t time to talk, and I groaned into her mouth as I licked her tongue with mine, making her taste her cum on me. When my movements became sporadic, she took over, holding me still, my hips hovering above her, and fucking me with her fingers, her thumb circling my clit in tight circles.

When I came, she kept going with her hand. The room filled with the wet sound of her fingers in my pussy. Tilting my head back, I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching around her fingers and twitching and jolting with every flick of her thumb over my clit that drew out my orgasm.

She kept going, and I’m sure she was trying to torture me with pleasure the way I had her. But I wasn’t human, it didn’t work on me. I could ride out that orgasm until her hand cramped and keep going. I kept my eyes shut, knowing the yellow had taken over as I lost control, crying out as I came again around her fingers.

Ilsa withdrew her hand, dipping her fingers into her mouth before pushing them into mine. I sucked on her fingers gratefully, groaning against her skin as she fucked them into my mouth, holding my chin with her other hand. She stared at me, her eyes widening at the way I worked my tongue around her wet fingers. When she pulled her hand from my mouth, I gasped and pressed a finger to her lips as she went to speak, shushing her gently.

Leaning forward, I placed a trail of kisses along her neck and jawline, guiding her to lie down before I dropped down next to her and pulled her against me.

She was so hot, her skin burning even as she fell asleep, reminding me of home.