Page 42 of Demon Unleashed

“Because I had no idea how wicked you are.” He dipped his head to her face. “And how hungry for sex. Just as hungry as I. Now be a good girl and squeeze my cock really tightly.”

He felt her muscles respond to his command and close around his cock like a tightening fist. It was just what he needed.

“Fuck!” he said, his semen already shooting through his cock and exploding from the tip.

Beneath him, he felt Enya climax a second after him, her muscles twitching, her chest heaving. He looked at her face and saw an expression of pure joy and happiness. Relieved and satisfied, he collapsed and rolled off her, then pulled her to him so her back was aligned with his chest and her ass was tucked into the curve of his body, resting against his groin.

Even though he’d just climaxed, his cock was still hard. He lined up his shaft with her pussy and slid back into her from behind. Her channel, now drenched in their combined juices, instantly tightened around him.

“Hmmm,” Enya said, and pulled his arm around her front.

“Is that a hmmm, that’s good, or a hmmm, what’s he trying to do now?” Zoltan asked.

Enya turned her head to look at him. “It’s a hmmm, I’m surprised.”

“Surprised how?”

“I hadn’t thought of you as a man who likes to cuddle after sex.”

“Maybe I’m just getting ready for the next round,” he teased.

“No, you’re not.”

“May I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I’ve never done this before. You know, cuddle with a woman after sex.” He’d never seen the point. Or the need for it. Nor did he understand why he was telling her this. Had his orgasm robbed him of his mind?

“Are you saying that demons don’t cuddle?”

He chuckled. “No, I’m not saying that at all. But I never felt the need to hold a woman after sex. I never wanted that. But with you, I don’t know, it’s different. I want to spend the night with you. Fall asleep with you, wake up together.”

“Are you just saying that to prove to me that you’re not a bad demon?”

“I’m telling you the truth.” He understood why she was skeptical. After all, he’d deceived her before.

She nodded. “Okay, so since we’re telling the truth, may I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Demons don’t get sick, right?”

“Right. We’re immortals, like you.”

“Then what about your migraine attack? Did you fake it to draw me in?”

He put his hand on her shoulder to turn her halfway to him. “No. It’s not something I would ever fake. What man wants to look weak in front of the woman he’s trying to seduce? Believe me, if I could make those migraines disappear, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

“But I don’t understand how you can have migraines as a demon. That’s an illness. Demons don’t get sick. You just said so yourself.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. And it’s not exactly as if I could ask anybody, is it? My subjects don’t know about them. So far, I’ve been able to hide them from everybody, but if they ever get wind of my affliction, I’m as good as dead. Nobody wants a leader who’s weak.”

“You’re not weak.”

It was sweet of her to say that, but it didn’t change how these attacks made him feel: vulnerable. “Tell that to the other demons. A ruler is only on the throne for as long as he can defend his position.”

“Do you think somebody may have found out about your migraines, and that’s why they sent the assassins tonight?”