Page 75 of Demon Heart: The Complete Series

“I grieved them,” he added. “They were my parents. A strange grief, more of a mourning for what they weren’t rather than what they were.

There was no parental love for me from either of them.

I think they saw me as more of a burden than anything else.

But my particular species of demon learns to fend for themselves early on.

Around the age of twenty. Yet many spider demon parents are nurturing. Some are not. I drew the wrong cards.”

“I’m so sorry, Xavier.”

“I hope it hurt when they were struck down,” he said. “I have made peace with their deaths, but I will never not hate them. I may have made mistakes, even killed witches and warlocks, but I have never attacked a human for such sickening sport. We do not eat your kind.”

Which answered any questions I had regarding his diet.

“Xavier…”

“I don’t even know why I told you that.”

“Thank you for telling me. That… That’s so fucked up. Sorry. I don’t know how else to put it.”

“I didn’t know real grief until I put Ismael in the lake.

He’s not dead, yet it feels like more of a true loss than my parents.

I mourned him harder.” He closed his eyes.

“But he hurt so many demons. Frequently used torture to get what he wanted, devised terrible laws, and slaughtered plenty of humans. Some called him the Bloody King.” He opened his eyes again. “I’ll stop now.”

“If you need to talk, then talk. I’m listening.”

“No more of those monsters.”

This is why demons couldn’t be pigeonholed into them being bad, us being good. Life was much more complex, evil and goodness prevalent in both species, along with the grayer areas. Like the space I lived in. Lots and lots of gray there.

“Seriously, Xavier. Thanks for telling me.”

“I wanted to offer you another piece of my story. I’ll tell a nicer one next time.”

“We’re all made up of grim pieces.”

His smile lit up the room. “There is nothing grim about you, Roman Gold.”

“I beg to differ.”

Xavier slowly looked me up and down. “I’m yet to see it, taste it, smell it.”

He did make me blush then. “You smelled it back in time.”

“I still loved it.”

“Stop.”

“I don’t want to. You have found your way into every single crevice, an invading force I’m happy to surrender to again and again.”

“Keep talking like that and…” I couldn’t finish.

“And what?”

“I…” My cock stirred. “I… Fuck.”

“Do you want to fuck?”

The mere sound of his voice got my balls tight, ready to explode.

“I wanted to fuck you in that cave pool. Now I want to fuck you in this one.”

I got to my feet, tendrils of steam curling upward between us. Moving closer, breathless and ready, my pulse on fire.

“Can you kiss me first?” I asked, tone lascivious.

The gap closed, his hands finding my waist. They slid up my torso, pausing, his fingers taking my swollen nipples. He teased them between finger and thumb, stealing my breath, lowering his head to claim my lips.

I pushed myself closer to him, my hard cock bumping his. He thrust his tongue into me, meeting mine. The contact sent me into a scintillating spin, my body ablaze with need.

I slid my hand to his arse cheeks, cupping the pert goodness. Kneading them, giving them both a gentle spank.

He tore his lips away. “Harder.”

He got two harder spanks on each cheek. “Like that?”

He grabbed my cock in response, stroking it beneath the water.

“Fuck…”

“Do you like that?” His hand slid to the back of my neck.

I answered by taking his right nipple in my mouth, nipping, licking, making him moan.

He stroked me harder. I sucked him harder, every inch of me buzzing with anticipation, on the verge of breaking under so much horniness.

He turned me into a ball of need, stripped back any sense of reason.

Any self-consciousness melted away. I didn’t feel ugly in his presence or ashamed of any part of my body.

It was weird, some amazing magic spell he held over me. Like his scent, the delicious bouquet snaring me in an exquisite trap once again.

I kissed my way around his chest, dragging my lips across his scar. Took his dick in my hands and spun around, switching things up.

At this change, his mouth found my neck. He sucked hard, fingers moving to play with my nipples.

“Fuck, yeah,” I breathed, grinding into him.

He laughed against my skin, the vibrations shooting to every erogenous zone I possessed.

I pressed harder into him, sliding the head of his shaft between my cheeks. “You have the best dick.”

A wet kiss on my neck. “Thank you, Roman.”

Oh, my God. The way he lapped at my skin made my toes curl. I reached behind him, stroking that perfect arse, enraptured in his arms.

“You feel so good,” I breathed.

“So do you,” he purred back.

I felt him change under me, his hands now spinnerets. A flutter of fear passed through my belly, a hot rush of anticipation.

What was he up to?

He wrapped strands of silk around me, making a harness.

“Is that comfortable?” he asked, winning the switching things up game.

I nodded, not asking questions.

He left the pool, climbing up the wall, crawling above me on the ceiling. I watched every movement, the spider’s prey anticipating the next move.

Fucking devour me…

He stopped directly above me, standing upside down, licking those bee-stung lips.

“Put your hands together and lift your arms above your head.”

I obeyed.

He launched silk from his left spinneret, the sticky substance snapping around my wrists, binding them together. He fixed the silk to the ceiling, then winched me out of the water, bringing me to hang about two feet above the surface.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

The makeshift harness was snug, a lot more comfortable than I expected it to be. And my cock pulsed, ached for more.

“Yeah…” I breathed.

He came down to meet me on his own strand of silk. Grabbed me by the arse.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, completely on his wavelength. I leaned back, lifting my hips, offering myself to him in this strange mid-air position.

With his saliva, a natural lube, he slicked me up, plunging two fingers into me.

“Oh my God…”

He slid in and out, the action swinging us gently back and forth. My cock throbbed, begging for me to touch it. But my hands stayed above my head, my body completely at the mercy of the spider demon.

He kissed me, swallowing every pant as he worked me with his fingers.

“Fuck me…” I tried to say, words muffled, consumed by that hot mouth.

Xavier removed those magic fingers, then rammed his cock into me, making my head snap back.

“Shit…”

“Did I?—”

Before he could ask if he’d hurt me, I rotated my hips, arching my back. “Go deeper. Go as hard as you like.”

He rocked his hips, quickly building up a rhythm to swing us back and forth across the water. Each thrust made me moan, my eyes rolling back. And we worked together. He thrust us into a swing, then I pushed back to send us in the other direction.

Back and forth, taking his time, the perfect speed between frenetic fucking and making love. His curved cock hit my G-spot each time, my body on fire with every strike, my balls tightening, inching closer to release.

“Can I change position?” he asked, going in for another feast upon my neck.

“Do… Oh, fuck…”

He moaned, sucking as he swung, his thrusting paused.

“Do…” How was I supposed to say anything while he sucked my neck like that? Precum oozed out of my cock, running down my shaft. He could make me cum just by munching away on the skin right there.

“Do whatever you like,” I managed.

He repositioned me so I dangled with my belly facing down, basically on all fours in the air. Still comfortable, nothing about this unpleasant. More strange, more of an intrigue I loved exploring. We defied gravity, probably physics too.

He dug his fingers into my hips, running his cock up and down my hole before diving back in.

We swung again, his tongue sliding up my spine, mouth on my neck again. The same rhythm, the same sweet striking of my sweet spot.

His fingers curled around my shaft. He worked me deliciously, hitting me with an amazing combination of heat at the back and heat in the front.

“Xavier…”

“Roman…”

“I’m…”

“Cum for me.”

“I…” My balls finally gave in, my orgasm a heady explosion making me scream. “Fuck!”

We kept swinging, he kept stroking the cum out of me.

“You feel so good on my fingers,” he breathed into my ear.

“Now… Now give me your cum,” I replied, rearing up, turning my head to meet him in a kiss.

A wet, sizzling kiss of hungry lips and greedy tongues. He thrust his dick harder.

“Glady,” he whispered between kisses.

“You feel so fucking good in there,” I returned breathlessly.

So, so good.

He upped his speed, stroking my shaft again. Harder. Harder. Harder. Firing up the inner lust engines once again.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I breathed. “Oh my God…”

He growled into my mouth, fucking me until he grunted, his hips bucking, filling me up with that hot, silver cum.

I climaxed for a second time, absolutely wrecked with the overwhelming pleasure, dripping in sweat in my silky harness.

We dangled together, the swinging slowing down.

“Shit…” I whispered.

“Are you okay?” he asked between catching his breath.

“More than okay.” The good kind of numb, wrapped up in a blanket of euphoria.

“Do you want to get down?”

“Can we swing a bit longer?”

“Of course, Roman. Of course.”

Eventually, we came back down to the water that never seemed to cool, Xavier getting rid of the silk.

We sat on the steps, my head resting on his shoulder. I stroked the ridges of his abs, a leg curled around his thigh.

“This is lovely,” he said, stroking the side of my face with the back of his hand.

“Yeah. So nice.”

“I wasn’t sure we would get the chance to be intimate again.”

“Same.” The next part fell out of my mouth. “You make me feel hot.”

“That’s because of my body heat. You can slide away if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, no. I mean attractive.”

“I see.” He stroked my hair. “That’s because you are.”

“There’s no fear. I don’t care that I’m naked, that you’re a million more times better looking than me.”

“You are beautiful, Roman.”

Man, his words. They were the sweetest fucking strawberries I couldn’t get enough of.

I dumped some sour on the sweet. “Not compared to you. But that really doesn’t matter. It doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s…”

“What?”

“I should shut up really.”

“Tell me.”

I rubbed the side of my cheek on his collarbone.

“That tickles.”

“Sorry.”

“It wasn’t a complaint. What were you going to say?”

“Well, I suppose it’s because you want me. I feel it in the way you touch me. Does that sound arrogant?”

“Not at all. I do want you. Very much.” He cupped my chin, lifting my head. “You’re the star in the night, coming to remind me of its light.”

Okay, so that did make me blush. “Right.”

“Too much?”

“No. It’s nice. I’m just not used to that talk.”

“I can promise you a lot of it, if you want more.”

“Sure. Keep it coming.”

He planted a soft kiss on my lips. “I can keep you coming all day.”

I kissed him back. “As nice as that sounds, I think my dick might fall off. He needs a break.”

“Just say the word and I’m yours.”

I ran my finger across those amazing cheekbones. “I’d like to fuck you next time.”

“In the air?”

“Can it be a bed?”

“It can be wherever you like.” He kissed me again.

“Awesome.”

Wrapped in the fluffy bathrobes, we finally returned to the suite. I guess we had to return to dry land at some point.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” Darcy asked, eyes fixed to the TV screen.

Had he heard us? How soundproof were those bathroom walls? Man, I’d definitely made some noises.

Play it cool. “Yeah. Feeling relaxed now.”

“I love to hear that, my friend. Oh, please. Like he knows anything.” He directed that last part at a TV anchor he loathed.

“We’re going to take a lie down,” I said.

“Okay. Really? Is that all he has to say?”

I froze.

Oh. The TV man. Right.

Xavier took my hand, leading me toward the western bedroom complete with four poster bed, another balcony, and a roaring fireplace. The crackling flames were soothing, its heat not needed with Xavier’s natural heat around.

“Do you want to watch some TV?” he asked.

The TV sat at the foot of the bed.

“You can if you like.” I yawned, the bath and the sex having sapped my energy. “I just want to spread myself out on that mattress.”

“Quiet time it is.”

“Watch it if you want some news.”

“I’ll put it on mute.”

“Good idea. Best to stay in the loop.” I yawned again. “God. Excuse me.”

I climbed onto the bed, sinking into blissful softness, resting my head on a pillow apparently built to hug me like it’d always known me.

“This is heaven.”

Xavier clicked on the TV, then switched off the bedside lights on tables to either side of the bed. He settled next to me.

“Little spoon time,” I whispered, offering him my back.

He obliged, curling himself against me. His warmth seeped into my bones, his presence a lullaby sending me off to sleep.