Page 12 of Demon Unleashed

“And I promised myself to taste your cock this time. Like uncivilized people.”

She took off her leather jacket, revealing the azure dress she wore underneath. While it wasn’t as short as the leather skirt she’d worn when she’d met Eric, it was way less restrictive. The fabric was thin, though not see-through. Rather, it hugged her body like a second skin.

“Fuck, Enya, you’re making mincemeat out of my good intentions.”

“Good intentions are overrated.” She pulled on the towel, loosened it, and dropped it to the floor, then wrapped her fingers around his cock. Eric sucked in a ragged breath. At the same time, his shaft began to fill with blood. “Mmm, looks like your cock and I are in agreement. Dinner can wait.”

Eric laid his hand on her nape and pulled her face to him. “You little vixen. After our first night, I thought you couldn’t wear anything more seductive than what you wore that night, but I was wrong.” He placed a hand on her waist. “I’m surprised you made it to my place in one piece, dressed like you are.” If only he knew that nobody had seen her dressed like this. Not even her compound mates. She’d snuck out of the compound invisibly and remained so until a few minutes ago.

“How am I dressed?” she murmured, her mouth only an inch away from his.

“Like a woman who wants to get on her knees and suck my cock.”

She let her lips curl into a sinful smile. “Guess I chose the right dress.”

Eric’s lips were finally on hers, and he kissed her with a hunger she welcomed. She responded with the same passion and suddenly felt like floating, until she realized that Eric had lifted her off her feet and was carrying her to the living room. When he severed the kiss, they stood before a large armchair. He released her from his hold and sat down in the chair, his legs wide, his feet firmly planted on the carpet. His cock was pointing upward now, hard and heavy.

He looked up at her, pinning her with his gaze. She felt her nipples harden and press through the thin fabric of her dress. When his eyes moved lower and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, she knew that he’d noticed her reaction.

“Put your hands on the armrests,” she ordered him.

He complied without complaint, and she kneeled between his thighs. Eric sat at the edge of the armchair, giving her full access to his cock and balls, making it evident that he had assumed this position many times before.

Slowly, Enya put her hands on his knees and stroked up, her fingers pointing downward along his inner thighs until they could go no farther. Casting a glance up at Eric’s face, she noticed him holding his breath in anticipation. But she wanted him to want it even more. To crave it. To crave her.

“How do you want it?” she asked, and wrapped her hand around his impressive girth. He was rock hard, even though he’d climaxed only ten minutes earlier.

“I take whatever you wanna give me.”

“I like a man who appreciates certain things.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, Enya—I don’t take this or you for granted.” His cock twitched in her hand, and she rubbed her finger over the mushroom head, spreading his pre-cum. “Fuck, babe, are you trying to torture me?”

“Yes, but I think you’ll like it.” She moved her hand, sliding it down, and bent her head over his erection. She put her lips around its crown and took him inside her mouth. She inched down, but gripped him hard at the root so he couldn’t push deeper without her permission. It took her a few seconds to get used to his size, then she dipped another inch lower, her lips gliding firmly down the hard rod that was encased in velvety-smooth skin.

With her free hand, she reached for his balls and took them into her palm, squeezing them gently.

Eric let out a few jerky breaths. “Oh, fuck!”

Enya pulled up and let his cock escape from her mouth as she looked up at him. “Is there a problem?” she teased, knowing full well what a man in lust looked like. And Eric was a picture of lust.

He pinned her with his eyes, looking at her as if he could see into her core. The intensity of his stare made her shudder. “Put your lips back around my cock and suck me, or I might just have to toss you on that couch and fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

The words send a jolt to her clit, igniting it. She loved seeing Eric lose control, loved that he went all primal on her. The one-night stands she’d had in the last few years had never shown their animalistic side, never dared to be so wild. She’d never before encouraged it, had always been the one in control, the one deciding what happened. But suddenly, the thought of allowing a man to take charge of her, was… tempting.

“Make me,” she challenged him.

There was a flicker in his eyes, then he lifted his hands from the armrests and placed them on her head. He pressed her head down to his groin. “Suck me!”

His cock pressed against her lips.

“Open,” he demanded. “Take me into your mouth.” His words were like a growl, and to her surprise, she felt herself respond to it.

She parted her lips and allowed Eric’s cock to push into her mouth, deeper and faster this time. She’d barely had time to adjust to him when he was withdrawing, moving her head up and down on him. He thrust again and again, their movements in sync with each other, and then she felt his hands on her shoulders and realized that she was the one dictating the rhythm now, the rhythm he’d set before. Her body was instinctively continuing it, even though he’d taken his hands off her head.

She sucked him harder now and inhaled his manly aroma. With one hand around his root, she pumped him, while she cradled his balls with the other.

All of a sudden, Eric pushed her shoulders back and freed himself from her mouth. “Stop!”

She stared up at him, stunned at the sudden command.

“I’m too close.”

He jumped up and grabbed her. A few moments later, she found herself on her hands and knees, her dress hiked up to her waist, her G-string on the floor. Eric was on his knees behind her, gripping her hips tightly, while he plunged deep into her drenched pussy. Had he not held her so tightly, the impact of his thrusts would have catapulted her to the other end of the living room. No man had ever fucked her this hard, this unapologetically. She felt as if the entire building was shaking from the force of his thrusts.

Her body felt as if an earthquake was rippling through her, sending shock wave after shock wave through her each time Eric plunged deep and hard. She clawed her fingers into the carpet, holding on, jerking backward each time he thrust forward. With every movement, her heart beat more frantically, and the blood rushed through her veins with such speed that any vampire close by would have been able to hear it. But there was no vampire in the condo, just a human who fucked with more vigor and stamina than any supernatural creature she’d ever been with.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he asked.

A moan was her only answer, for words to describe what she felt had deserted her, together with her sense of restraint. Every rule she’d put in place when it came to men, and particularly one-night stands, flew out the window. All because this man showed her what could happen when she gave control over to somebody else, when she finally let herself go and surrendered to her darkest desire. To for once just be a woman. Not a warrior. Not a fighter. Not a guardian. Just a woman who wanted what all women wanted: to be desired, to be taken care of, to be loved.

And though she recognized the danger in that simple wish, for tonight, she couldn’t deny it. Tomorrow, she would scold herself for these stupid thoughts, for making herself vulnerable, but right now, she wanted only one thing: Eric.

“Take me. Take me as hard as you can. I need to feel you.”

As if Eric had expected her surrender, he increased his tempo and let out a moan that sounded like the growl of an animal. The sound shot through her like a spear and made her arousal spike. She couldn’t hold back her orgasm, couldn’t stop the waves that crashed over her, buried her beneath their force, while her body trembled uncontrollably. A moment later, she felt Eric’s cock spasm inside her and his hot semen fill her, igniting another climax as if it contained a secret elixir that heightened her arousal.

“Oh God,” she murmured, and collapsed, her knees shaking, her arms losing all strength. She was spent. Utterly and completely spent. It was a feeling she could get used to.