Page 69 of Demon's Bane

It’s a deeper, darker kiss than the one we shared in my shop. Less surprise and more intent. More clawing hunger and desperation as we learn the way we move together, learn how to push and pull and demand what we both want.

Rhett’s hands travel further down my body, then brush up under the hem of the shirt. He freezes again when he’s not met with anything underneath.

“Sorry,” I gasp. “My underwear… they went with the rest of the laundry.”

“Little mate,” he rasps, low and hoarse. “Do you mean to tell me you intended to spend the entire night bare beneath this shirt?”

“I… yes?”

Rhett groans, and the sound of it is so pained, so filled with need, that it makes my core clench and a wave of liquid heat pool between my thighs. On his next inhale, he groans again, even more ragged this time.

“Goddess damn me. Do you know how much of a temptation you are?”

“Tell me,” I whisper. “Tell me how much I tempt you.”

He slides his hands further under the shirt, cupping my ass with both palms. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Joan. I’ve never craved anything so much as I crave a taste of you.”

He kisses me again, open and carnal, devouring me with each stroke of his tongue and each drag of his fangs against my lip.

“Where?” I gasp as I pull back to take a breath. “Where do you want to taste me?”

Rhett pulls back too, and his crimson eyes are nearly glowing. “Should I show you, little mate?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He uses the grip he has on my ass to lift me up and pull me into him. My legs wrap around his waist, pressing my bare pussy up against the front of his pants, and he growls into my mouth as he takes my lips again. He moves us into the bedroom, kicksthe door shut behind us, and takes a few swift strides across the room.

I gasp when he drops me, but only until I land in a soft pile of furs and blankets.

And then Rhett goes to his knees.

Hooking his arms around my thighs, he tugs me right to the edge of the bed and pushes the shirt up so it’s bunched around my waist. He groans as he studies me in the candlelight, and when I instinctively try to squeeze my legs together at the feeling of being so exposed, that groan turns into a growled protest.

“You will not hide yourself from me.”

With a deliciously rough rasp of stubble against my too-sensitive skin, he turns his head to kiss the inside of one knee, my inner thigh, dragging his lips closer and closer to…

The first touch of his mouth against my pussy has me arching off the bed.

It’s soft, seeking, barely a brush of lips against me, but it lights up every single one of my nerve endings.

Rhett’s chuckle breaks against my skin. “So sensitive here, aren’t you?”

He tests that theory by running his tongue over me, from my entrance all the way to my clit, and I muffle my embarrassingly loud moan behind the hand I slap over my mouth.

Rhett’s there a moment later, big fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging gently until I relent and let him place my hand on the curve of his horn. For good measure, he does the other one, too, curling his fingers over mine to make me hold him even tighter.

“Let me hear you, Joan,” he rumbles, leaning down to catch my clit between his lips. “I want to know what my mate enjoys.”

“All of it,” I rasp. “I like all of it.”

I feel more than hear his chuckle this time, and revel in his growl of encouragement when I use the grip I have on his horns to pull him more firmly against me.

And then my demon unleashes himself.

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