Page 9 of Cooking Up a Demon (Ghostlight Falls #5)

Chapter Nine

Nine

I can’t hold back any longer, I step into his space.

He meets me with his hands on my hips and his mouth on mine.

His hands slide down to my ass until he can boost me up.

He sets me on the island, and I wrap my legs around him to keep him close to me.

His large hand dives into my hair, and he uses the grip to tilt my head further back and open me up to his kiss.

The demon looms over me as he plants one hand on the island to keep himself balanced as he tugs my hair and devours my mouth. I’m surrounded by him, lost in him.

A part of me is screaming ‘what are you doing’ at top volume, but it is so buried under lust I don’t give it a second thought. If the sexy as fuck demon is down, who am I to say no?

He releases my hair to wrap his hand around the front of my neck. His thumb tilts my head up until we’re eye to eye. My breath comes in pants while his is still annoyingly steady.

“Tell me what you want.”

I wish I had the answer. It feels like a weighted, complicated question.

Things with Kallax have shifted, not just tonight but the last few times he was here.

He cares for me, defends me, and he kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.

But what kind of future is there with a demon who slowly takes your life, day by day, every time he appears?

I have to put aside romantic notions of something I can’t have and focus on the immediate.

“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him with all the confidence I can muster. For a moment, I imagine a flicker of disappointment on his face, but I have to be mistaken.

“As you wish.” Kallax grips the neck of my simple t-shirt in his hands and rips it in two. I scream and slap at his hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You want to be fucked. So I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to love every moment of it.” His hands move to my jeans, but I slap them away and quickly undo the button and zipper.

“Don’t you dare. Do you know how hard it is to find good jeans?” I wiggle the jeans down my hips, made awkward by sitting on the counter with a demon between my legs. “Can’t you fuck me without destroying clothes?”

“It’s not nearly as fun, but I suppose so.

” Kallax takes my jeans and I tense, but he just helps me pull them down my legs until I’m sitting on my counter in my black string bikini underwear, hot pink lace bra, and the tattered t-shirt.

I shrug out of the damaged material and cast it aside with a scowl.

As soon as I’m free of the shirt, Kallax is back. His body is like a furnace as he presses against the front of me. His hand fists my hair before he devours my mouth in a kiss so intense my head spins.

I grip his shoulders and try to climb him with my legs.

I want to crawl into his warmth and live there.

After months of being in Oregon–with its cold, rainy weather–being pressed against him is like being home in Florida again.

One of his large hands drops to my ass. His thick black nails dig into my skin in sharp points.

He boosts me up until I’m gripping his horns and writhing against him as we kiss.

Kallax growls, and his grip on my ass tightens, pressing me against his torso. His other hand still tangled in my hair. I’m immobile against his large, hot body. I squeeze the base of his horns, and he bucks against me.

“Sorry,” I mutter into his mouth, hoping I didn’t hurt him.

“Do it again,” he orders. His voice is impossibly lower, and I shudder at the sound.

I press my fingers around the base of his horns where they attach to his skull. The hard horn gives way to something that feels like the cartilage in a nose. Firm, but with some give. I squeeze there and am rewarded with another growl and his fingers gripping harder into my mostly bare ass.

I thrust against him, and he lowers me down until his cock presses between my legs, right where I need him. I grip his horns harder and wrap my legs around his tighter as he uses his grip to rub me up and down his massive bulge.

“Inside,” I pant against his mouth. “I want you inside of me.”

He lowers me back onto the island and uses a hand in the middle of my chest to press me back against the cool laminate top. I shiver at the cold after the intense heat of his body.

“This is the exact opposite of what I asked for,” I pout. I look down my body at him. He grins and grabs the sides of my panties. “I swear I will injure you if you rip those.”

The underwear aren’t fancy, just cotton string bikinis. But finding panties that fit as a plus sized woman with a belly and little ass is a challenge, and there is no way I am replacing them because the demon can’t take ten seconds to slide them down my legs.

“You’re no fun.” He curls his fingers under the thin straps and works them down my legs.

“You’re not the one paying for clothes.” I glare at him. “Now, will you fuck me already?”

I shift up far enough to yank my sports bra over my head. But, of course, I get stuck halfway there and growl as the stretchy material gets wrapped around my head and arms.

“Need a hand?” The demon’s voice is placid, and I growl again, this time at him.

When I don’t reply, he reaches up and tears the fabric in two.

While I want to kick him for destroying yet another article of clothing, I’m too relieved about being free.

Plus, the way he tore the thick spandex like paper is fucking hot.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He growls, running those sharp nails over my skin between my breasts to the top of my mound. “I’m going to devour you.”

“Stop teasing and get inside me already, damn it.” I say, trying to push his hand lower. He chuckles and dips his head to press a scalding kiss to the curve of my belly just below my belly button.

“Settle, love.” He kisses lower, right above my mound. “I’m a large demon and you’re a small human. Some preparation is necessary.”

His hands move to brace my hips, and he pins me in place just before his forked tongue comes out to lick a hot swipe up my lips from opening to mound. Because of the shape, he doesn’t go near the slit or any of the places I need him the most.

“Kallax,” I whine, unashamed to beg for what I need.

“Trust me, you’ll love everything I do to you.

” Kallax says before he lowers his head and shoves his tongue between my lips to curl around my clit.

The muscle presses on both sides of the swollen bud and has me bucking my hips.

Which, of course, is useless with the way Kallax has me pinned to the island.

He does something–flutters his tongue somehow–to vibrate around my clit, and I yell out. I grab his horns and force his head down harder into my pussy.

“Please Kallax!” I try to thrust up against him, but his hold is too firm. The grip on his horns does nothing to get the angle or pressure I need. My entire pussy begins to tingle and I moan.

“Shhh, love. Take what I give you and you’ll get what you need.” He releases my hips and I buck up as his tongue resettles around my clit. His hands disappear under the counter, and I imagine him undoing the laces on his leather pants.

I want to be the one to release him. I want to see the cock that rubbed so perfectly against my pussy. I want it inside me almost as much as I want my next breath.

One arm comes back up to bar against my hips, holding me in place. I plant my feet on his shoulders and try to get an angle to encourage his tongue inside of me. He doesn’t allow me the movement. I sob-growl in frustration.

“Kallax, please. I need something inside of me.” The words are a sob of pleasure and frustration. I’m so close, but there’s no way I’ll be able to come with the empty ache of my vagina.

“As you wish.”