Page 91 of Demon's Bane

“Rhett,” I whisper when it’s almost too much, when I feel like I’m about to shatter.

He lunges for me, and we fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips and wings. Straining bodies and grasping hands. Wet, open, graceless kisses.

Rhett presses me into the mattress, giving me his weight as he settles between my thighs and grinds his hips into mine. Thefriction of his leather pants, the erection straining beneath them, the damp lace clinging to my skin, all of it builds the fire in me higher, hotter, blazing through every inch of me. I press back into him in a silent demand formore.

And this time, my demon doesn’t make me wait.

He works his way down my body with slow, single-minded focus. Lips and tongue and fangs. Warm kisses and teasing nips. He makes a study of me, growling his pleasure and approval with each cry he wrings from me.

And when he settles between my thighs and slides the thong off of me, the look of warm triumph shining in his eyes is enough to make me melt.

“Sweet,” he murmurs just before he lowers his mouth to my pussy. “So sweet, my mate.”

At the first swipe of his tongue over my impossibly sensitive skin, I bow off the bed and cry out with pleasure. My hands find his horns, and the satisfied rumble he lets out echoes all the way through me.

It makes me feel… powerful. Having his entire attention on me, all that demonic focus at my command. With each roll of my hips and tug of my hands, his growl grows louder, more insistent. He catches my clit between his lips in a hard draw that has me moaning and arching into him again, at least until a new sensation makes me gasp.

Rhett’s tail curls around his side, brushes up my thigh, higher, until the blunt tip of it presses into my pussy and—

I let out a short, broken moan and Rhett stills.

“Too much?”

“No! No, it’s… good. Just… good.”

“Justgood?” he teases, dipping it a little further inside of me. “We’re aiming for more thanjust good, little mate.”

“Great,” I manage to choke out. “Fantastic. You’re—”

My words cut off when he plunges in even deeper, harder, bottoming out and drawing a low groan from the back of my throat.

The thick press of him, the stretch of his tail working me open, has me struggling to adjust. I move restlessly on the furs, trying to make my body—

“Easy, Joan,” Rhett murmurs, running a soothing hand up one thigh as he hitches it over his shoulder. “Relax for me.”

Relax?

Easy for him to say. He’s not the one being worked open with a thick demon tail, filled so full he can barely—

“Joan,” he says again, easing his tail out of me. “If it’s too much, we can—”

“No!” Goddess. Anything but that. “I’m… okay. I can relax.”

“Good.” His voice is a low rumble against me, his lips pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh before he lowers himself back to my core. “Let me take care of you, little mate.”

Rhett’s mouth finds my clit as his tail retreats, then thrusts in once more. Over and over, until my body finally relaxes for him, opens for him, spurred on by the rumble of his purr and the tenderness of his touch.

Pleasure builds in tight, spiraling waves, clenching hard in the bottom of my belly and fanning out until my whole body is reaching for it, straining for it, desperate for it. Rhett gives me no mercy, working me with mouth and tail, harder, deeper, until the whole realm breaks around me in a cascade of starlight.

He holds me through each wave of my climax, drawing it out and out and out until I slump back against the mattress, entirely wrung through.

In that hazy, blissful stupor, I watch with hooded eyes as Rhett eases off the bed and starts to strip. His jacket goes first, followed by the black shirt beneath, both deftly maneuvered over the powerful curve of his wings. When his hands land onthe fastening at the top of his pants, a little groan of need slips out of me.

“Do you like what you see, witch?” he taunts as he unfastens the ties and lets the waist of the pants hang low and loose around his trim hips.

My eyes are just as greedy for him as his were for me.

All that bare skin, those muscles, the scattering of crisp black hair trailing down to where I can see just the base of his…