Page 68 of Bonds of Starfall

She didn’t answer him.

"That can’t be right, though. You seem so young, so sweet." He shook his head. "Not sweet, but strangely naive. Hunter in training?"

The incubus searched her eyes, mouth splitting into a grin. "I’m right—I knew it. Here for a mission?" he purred.

"That’s classified," she responded distractedly.

"Fine by me. I can find out."

She hummed, arching up into him—her body knew what to do even if she had never done this before.

He saw the quiet challenge in her gaze, fingers stroking over the lace-covered spot between her legs, making her shiver.

There it was again?—

Grief.

Hopelessness…

Restlessness.

She shoved it all down, searching for oblivion in his purple, lustful eyes.

"Kiss me," she demanded huskily.

And he did.

Cyrus pressedhis lips to hers, feeling how desperately she clung to him.

She was so different this time around.

Cold and a little harsh. As if a wall of ice was wrapped around her. He wanted to make it thaw.

Vesperin played pretend so beautifully. She gasped into him, back arching, her feet tangling with his. Her nipples were sweet little peaks, and he leaned his head down to taste them, moaning around the softness of her skin. He could bottle her scent and bathe in it, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Incubi and succubi were finely attuned to such things. It was how they fed. And right now, her cherry scent was ripe and dripping with need—and the barest hints of despair.

Was she sad? What made her sad?

Cyrus wanted to fuck it away for her. Wanted her lost in him, gasping, screaming, remembering. He’d waited three hundred years. He couldn’t wait another second. The incubus couldn’t help it—he was made to give in to pleasure.

But after she had died, he had nearly starved to death, waiting for her…

"Cy," she moaned as he sucked at her breast.

His other hand traveled down to her panties, stroking over the lace that clung to her slim hips. He tugged them off harshly, feeling them catch around her hips. She gasped.

"Doll," he mumbled around her flesh, "you taste so sweet."

Her growing pleasure made him fit to burst, coursing throughout his limbs. Still, it wasn’t enough for him.

Cyrus’s fingers found the bare flesh between her thighs, hot and wet. His fingers dipped inside her folds, and she made a strangled sound. All the gentleness fled from his movements, turning hurried and reckless as her pleasure thrummed inside him, making him salivate. He brought his fingers that glistenedwith her arousal up to his mouth. He sucked on them, tasting her cherry slickness.

"Fuck," he groaned, cock hard and aching. He needed to be inside her, needed to feel her around him.

She hiccuped a soft noise as his cock brushed against her heat, her thighs falling open to make the perfect cradle for his hips.

"Cy, that f-feels—" Vesperin broke off as he ran the tip of his cock over her center.