Page 58 of Demon’s Temptation

Fuck, she destroyed him. All he wanted to do right then was serve her. He lowered his eyes before he spoke next. “May I touch you, Mistress?” he asked, because he needed to more than anything else at that moment. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He leaned in and kissed her beautiful mouth. “Let me take care of you. Please, I want to make you come.”

“I want that, too,” she said.

She was half on her stomach, and he gently maneuvered her onto her belly. After loosening the laces on her corset, he removed it and dropped it to the floor. He kissed his way down her spine, and she wriggled and let out a sigh. He dragged her skirt down next, removed her boots, and sliding his fingers in the sides of her panties, dragged them down her legs.

He couldn’t stop from pressing more kisses to her lush ass. “Will you open your legs a little for me, Mistress?”

She complied and he growled at the sight of her, bare and slick.

The scent of her arousal drifted up and surrounded him. His cock hardened instantly, but he ignored it, ignored his desire to take her.

She wriggled. “Brent?” The need in her voice was unmistakable and his chest squeezed in response.

He could do this for her, could pleasure her. He didn’t need to take for himself. Making her feel good was all he wanted to do.

He moved one of her legs, bending it at the knee and lifting it up beside her so she was open for him. He kissed her ass again, sliding his tongue along the cleft of her soft cheeks, then moved his hand under her mound, lifting her slightly, using his palm to massage her clit.

She gasped and moved her hips against the hold. He kept her suspended there so he could slide his tongue farther down to the soft folds of her pussy, her tight opening.

She whimpered and moved against his palm more urgently. He’d barely touched her and already she was close to coming apart against his mouth, still worked up after what they’d done downstairs. Both hands were busy holding her where he wanted her, so he penetrated her with his tongue, sucking, kissing her soft damp flesh while she writhed against his hand.

“That’s it,” she said. “Oh God, that’s it.” She stilled abruptly, then cried out, contracting against his mouth, letting him taste her orgasm.

He groaned as he watched her body’s response to his touch, tasted it, felt it. “So beautiful, Chaya.”

When she collapsed against the mattress, he tried to move back, to give her space, but she reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t you dare walk away from me. Don’t you dare, not after that. Not after tonight.”

She wanted him. Needed him. Maybe almost as much as he needed her right then. Even after everything. Everything he’d told her. She still wanted him.

Her grip on him tightened and she rolled to her side. “Come here,” she whispered.

He was powerless to fight it. Could do nothing but crawl up beside her. She placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him to his back. His cock was straining, hard against his stomach. He lay there mesmerized, bewitched.

Leaning forward, the curtain of her silky dark hair fell around them, surrounded them. She brushed her lips across his. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Her tongue swiped across his lower lip and he kissed her in reply, burying his hand in her hair as she slanted that perfect mouth so she could deepen the kiss. Perfection. Chaya was perfection.

When she pulled away, he had to fight not to drag her lips back to his, to keep tasting that delectable mouth. She straddled his hips. “You’re so beautiful,” she said. “All of you.”

He couldn’t speak, could only watch her, the way her mouth moved, parted slightly as she licked her lower lip. He stared in wonder at the exquisite beauty of her dark eyes as they ate him up. He’d hadn’t given control in bed to anyone since he had been freed from Garrett, only for Chaya.

But lying beneath this female, desperate for her touch, near panting with the need to have her hands on his bare skin, felt so damn right. Everything they did felt right.

Please stay.

He never wanted this to come to an end. He lifted up seeking her mouth, and she pushed him back down and trailed her hands over his chest, down over his ridged abs.

“You okay?” she asked, sounding breathless and turned on, but he could see in her eyes that, after his admission, she wanted to make sure he was there with her and that the shadows of the past weren’t.

“Yeah. More than okay.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and his female—his mind stuttered over the word his. But he couldn’t deny it, didn’t want to fight it, not then. His feisty, headstrong, sexy female blew him away. A gentle smile curled her lips. “All you have to do is say stop and I’ll back off.”

His belly flipped at that smile. “I’d tackle you and drag you back to bed if you tried.”