Page 37 of Hooked on a Demon (Leeside Witches #3)

A rumble emanates from him as he presses against her center, grinding that glorious fucking bulge into her.

“Perfection.” One of his heated hands lands on her tit, rolling her nipple between his forefinger and thumb while his other hand slides into her hair, grasping it to keep her in place as he licks up her neck.

Every fiber of her being is alight under his touch. Fuck, he’s barely done anything to her, and tension is already building in her core. She is already so wet and needy, and with each kiss or graze of his flesh on hers, she knows it will not be enough. There can never be enough.

The revelation is as mind-blowing as an orgasm itself. To feel as turned on as she is right now. To feel as safe as she does is so sexy. She doesn’t know how, but deep down she knows he will never hurt her the way that what’s-his-face did.

His lips move down her neck again, nipping at the flesh as he makes his way to her breasts, where he shifts his hand to the underside, exposing her pert nipple to the cooler air.

His warm tongue flicks the end of the sensitive flesh.

Her head falls back further as her back arches, pushing her tit further into his hand.

Who knew a single flick of a tongue could feel so good?

The mix of cool air from the room and warmth from his breath and tongue as he flicks it again sends goosebumps down her spine and makes her pussy clench in need.

“Does that feel good, Oaks?” he asks before sucking her nipple into his mouth. And fuck her if that doesn’t make her see stars. He’s going to make her come from tit play alone.

“Yes,” she whimpers in response, pushing against him as she tries to seek more pressure where she needs it.

His perfect tongue flicks her nipple as he sucks, the combination of sensations continuing to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“More,” she begs, bringing her head up to watch as he rolls her nipple between his lips.

Fucking hell . She’s never begged during sex in her entire life, but a few flicks from his tongue have her ready to make a bargain with Hades.

Or whatever god or goddess Declan answers to.

His mouth tightens as he grins around her nipple right before he glides his teeth along her peak.

Lights flash behind her eyes as she moans out, and her toes begin to curl.

Her pussy slick and pulsing for more, she shifts her weight and brings a hand between her legs, sliding under her tights and underwear, seeking her own heat.

His mouth pops off her breast, and he smirks at her.

He fucking smirks.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

“But…” she stammers.

“You must wait, gorgeous. The only one making you come tonight will be me. Do you understand?”

She blinks. Fuck. He has her so close to the edge, and she needs this release, or she will certainly combust right here on the counter. “I need to come,” she finally says.

“You’ll come when I’m ready for you to.” The firmness in his voice makes her pussy clench. His commanding presence, strangely, doesn’t frighten her. Rather, it’s the exact opposite. She wants to do what he says. She wants him to lead. To make the decisions for her.

She pushes her core into his hardness again, hoping for some friction to help. “Does that cunt of yours need some attention, Oaks?”

She nods.

“Tell me.”

She swallows. “Yes. Please. Give my cunt attention.”

“Good girl.”

That tiny comment heats her entire body as she flushes under his praise.

Her nipples peak again, hardening like beacons calling out in the night.

He doesn’t miss the reaction it causes, and he smirks at her as his eyes darken.

He finally releases her hair and steps back, removing the pressure to her pussy that she was enjoying.

Bending down between her legs, he places his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them further apart.

Despite the desire driving her actions right now, her brain manages to chime in, telling her they need to pause for a moment. Before she can think too much about it, she blurts, “I want you to know that I’m all clear. You know, sexually.”

With his face mere inches from her hot pussy, he pulls back slightly, looking up at her. His head cocks to the side as he surveys her.

“Sorry. I thought I should let you know. You know, before you, well, you know,” she says, lifting a hand and waving it in the general area of where his head is.

“I was tested shortly after I moved back home because I wanted to be sure. I haven’t been with anyone since.

” The words come out so fast she’s nearly breathless when she finishes.

Smiling up at her, his fingers hook into the sides of her leggings.

“Thank you for telling me. I was clearly preoccupied,” he replies, staring at her cunt.

Even as he’s positioned, she feels his breath coming through the fabric, making her skin tingle underneath.

His eyes come back up to hers before he clenches them tight, apparently needing not to see her for a second while he concentrates on what he wants to say.

Please say you’re clear too. I don’t know if I can stop this right now without dying on the spot from orgasm withdrawal.

“I have a habit of getting tested regularly. My last one was a few days before you came to my shop that first time. I am clear as well, and,” he says, opening his eyes and gazing into her soul, and with a strained voice, he finishes, “you are the only one I have wanted to be with since that day. There is, and has been, no one else but you, Eliana.”

A slight whimper escapes her. From where she does not know.

“Again, thank you. We probably should have had that conversation at another time… but with that said, do you want me to continue?” he asks.

This demon. Constantly asking for permission. Checking in to make sure she’s okay.

Heat floods her system once more, and the only thing she can think of is his mouth on her pussy. The anticipation of his tongue on her has her squirming on the countertop. “Yes.”

“Thank Hades. Tell me to stop, and I will. But I have to be honest; I have been dreaming about tasting this cunt of yours for weeks.” Heat flares in his eyes as he orders her to lift her hips. She does as instructed, and in one swift movement, her bottoms disappear, leaving her bare before him.

He drops to his knees. “Fucking perfect.” He spreads her open again, allowing him to see every inch of her.

“And so wet for me.” The first stroke of his tongue is magic.

Or what she imagines magic feels like. A groan escapes him as he laps up her arousal, and it is perhaps the sexiest fucking sound she has ever heard.

“You are delicious,” he says, licking her slick pussy.

She lowers her back onto the counter at the same time that he wraps his arms around the outside of her thighs and pulls her closer to the edge. Her breath hitches as her back touches the cold countertop, but after a moment, she adjusts, and her brain focuses again on the demon between her legs.

His tongue plunges into her, devouring her heat as he buries his face.

One of her hands finds the back of his head as she laces her fingers into his braided hair.

Her hips buck into his face, following the rhythm he has set as he thrusts his tongue into her pussy.

Her other hand lands on her breast, where she begins to play with a nipple, rolling and pinching it between her fingers.

As sensations roll through her body and pleasure builds, a wisp of smoke appears, removing her hand from her breast. Stopping only long enough to admonish her, he says, “I said, no touching yourself.” The wisp gently raises her arm above her head and holds it in place against the counter.

As his mouth moves up to her sensitive clit, she feels a firm finger press against her opening.

He sucks on her clit as he slides it in gently, taking his time.

After a few thrusts, he adds a second finger, stretching her in delicious ways.

His fingers curl up inside her, finding the perfect spot, and she bucks against his face again.

“More. I need more,” she demands.