Page 76 of Demon Unleashed

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Enya ran her eyes over Zoltan’s back when he walked into the shower tiled with pebbles in all shades of green and blue to resemble a rain forest. He turned on the water, allowing it to run down his body in rivulets that caressed the ridges and grooves of his muscular physique. The scene reminded her of the night she’d snuck into his condo and watched him pleasure himself, awakening her desire for him which never stayed far beneath the surface.

“Are you just gonna ogle me, or are you gonna join me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with ogling.”

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes a bright green, reminding her of the forbidden fruit she was craving. Yet she regretted nothing. Not a single moment. Not a single touch.

She followed him into the shower, put her hands on his back, and slid them down over his smooth skin to the firm muscles of his buttocks. He was more than just well proportioned. It was as if a higher power had sculpted him, made him perfect in every way.

Zoltan braced his hands against the wall and dipped his head to let the water run down his hair and face. “I love feeling your hands on me.”

“Then let me wash you.” She reached for the soap, squeezed a generous amount into her palm, and began to wash him.

She felt him relax into her touch with such ease that she wondered what luxuries he’d enjoyed as the Great One. “In the Underworld, did you have your demon females do this for you? Wash you? Please you?” She reached around him and put her soapy hand around his cock. “Pleasure you?”

He sucked in a breath and bucked his hips so her hand slid down to the root of his hardening cock. “I never wanted that kind of intimacy. Letting somebody take care of me like that would have meant to give up control. To let down my guard. It was never like that. It was only fucking.” He turned around to face her. “I could never trust anybody before.”

Enya ran her hands over his front, soaping him up and washing the dirt of the Underworld off him, then took particular care with his cock and balls. She felt him hold his breath when she rubbed his cock between her palms, caressing him gently. When she looked up at him, she noticed how his gaze was focused on her breasts.

“You excite me more than any other woman ever could.”

Zoltan moved so the water could wash away the soap. Then he reached out with both hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them in his palms. A moan rushed over her lips.

“I think it’s my turn to wash you.”

He turned her, then pulled her against his chest. A moment later, his hands were on her chest, lathering her breasts with soft foam, massaging them, while she leaned back against him, his cock pressing against her bottom. Again and again, he rhythmically worked her breasts, before he slid one hand down between her legs and gently washed her there too. Before she knew what he was planning, he’d already taken the handheld shower attachment and was using it to wash away the foam from her pussy. But he didn’t seem to be done with it, even when no foam was left. Instead, he changed the setting, allowing the water to spray from it with more force. He directed it to her pussy and moved it up and down, side to side, until Enya let out a yelp of pleasure.

“Ah, right here,” he murmured into her ear, while his free hand still squeezed one breast. “Tell me, have you ever made yourself come like this?”

Enya leaned her head against his chest, her legs turning weak from the strong stream of the water targeting her clit and igniting it. “Yes.”

A hoarse chuckle sounded in her ear. “You’re a wicked woman, Enya. You’re gonna keep me on my toes, making sure you’ll never get bored of me.” He brought the shower attachment closer to her flesh, increasing the water pressure.

She gasped at the intensity of the pleasure. Another few seconds, and she would come.

“You’ll always tell me how you want me to pleasure you, won’t you?”

His deep voice catapulted her over the edge. Her orgasm charged through her like a tornado, making her knees buckle. But she didn’t fall. Zoltan was holding her pressed against him with both arms now, having dropped the shower attachment. He placed his palm over her pussy, cupping it gently, until the waves of pleasure subsided.

“I think you’re the wicked one,” Enya murmured, and turned her head to him.

“Why’s that?” He grinned the shameless grin of a man who knew exactly what he’d done. “I’m not the one whose knees just buckled.”

“Your fault.”

“Can you stand on your own again?”

“Yes, why?”

“So I can do this.”

He captured both her breasts and resumed kneading them, while he rubbed his cock against her butt, making her realize how big and hard he’d gotten. Her nipples felt tender to the touch, and her pussy was still sensitive, yet ready for more. And she knew Zoltan could give her exactly what she needed.

“Zoltan?”

“Hmm?”