Page 40 of Hooked on a Demon (Leeside Witches #3)
He continues to draw in breaths, causing her to laugh harder and before she knows it, she’s lost in a fit of giggles as he flips himself on top of her, pinning her down in place and running his nose down the side of her neck, to the space between her breasts, and back up the other side.
Torn between continuing this little bit of play and not making a mess of his sheets, she finally sputters between giggles, “I. Need. To. Pee.” He laughs in response, kissing up her neck a final time, but rolls off of her to let her up.
While he didn’t put all of his weight on top of her, the absence of his body leaves her feeling momentarily untethered.
Like she’s missing a part of herself. A limb. An extension. A piece of her being.
Her heart feels fuller than it has in so long, and looking back at the gorgeous demon sprawled on the bed, his wonderfully blue eyes are so clear, and in their reflections, she can see herself, but in an entirely new light.
Reentering the room, he wraps her in his arms and kisses her fiercely. “I never did give you a good morning kiss,” he says when they break apart.
“True. I feel like you should do it again to make sure you did it right.”
She doesn’t have to tell him twice. He takes her hands and gently lifts them above her head, stepping her back toward the wall. His lips crash onto hers as her back hits the wall, and he holds her hands in place overhead. Her mouth opens as she tilts her head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
His tongue collides with hers in heat and fury, seeking, claiming, and owning every bit of her.
He’s already shown her what he can do with that demon tongue of his, and as he licks along her bottom lip before nipping at it, she’s reminded of how fucking good he felt between her legs.
He pulls away, leaving her breathless, while he kisses down her chin and finds his way to the hollow at the base of her neck.
Her hands may be held in place above her head, but the rest of her body takes on a mind of its own.
One of her legs lifts and wraps around the back of his knee, pulling him closer.
He takes it as a hint and uses two of his smoky tendrils to lift her up, allowing his body to slot perfectly between her legs.
Her panties may be wet with her arousal, but his boxers are doing nothing to hide the hardness underneath.
Despite the thin layer of clothes between them, she grinds into his stiff cock and whimpers, eliciting a rumble of satisfaction from his chest. She can’t remember the last time she was this horny, and she knows she asked him to wait, but if he keeps this up, she’s not sure how long she’ll be able to be patient herself.
Continuing to kiss her neck, another tendril of magic replaces his hands, keeping hers in place.
With his hands free, he uses them to roam her body.
Cupping her ass. Caressing her breasts. Eventually, he lifts his shirt off over her head and cups one tit, rolling the peaked nipple between his fingers, while his mouth lands on the other.
Declan flicks her sensitive flesh with his tongue before running his teeth along the tip.
The slight pinch from his teeth met with the warmth of his mouth, coupled with the relief from how he sucks it after, drives her wild.
She bucks into him as he rolls his hips against her soaked core; the friction is too good.
“Declan,” she whispers, her head falling back as the tension builds in her center, bringing her closer to the edge with each nip and drive of his hips.
“Let me hear you, Oaks.” He thrusts his hardness against her core again, and she starts to see stars. Fuck, he’s too good if he can get her to the edge so quickly.
Her skin tingles with the anticipation of release. The need to come. The desire to come for him.
“Come for me,” he practically growls. “Let me see you come undone.” Her hips push into him, seeking more pressure, needing to feel him.
He meets her thrust for thrust, grinding his hips into hers, finding the perfect rhythm, and sets her off. Her toes curl, her eyes pull tightly shut, and her jaw opens as she yells out her release.
“Look at me,” he orders. She does as requested, her eyes pinging open, immediately meeting his heat-flooded gaze. His golden demon eyes stare back at her, molten and all-consuming.
She yells out, “Fuck, Declan. Yes,” as her pussy clenches wildly, her orgasm overcoming her. Fire shoots up her spine and down to her toes as she falls over the edge.
His hand slides between them, finding her slick cunt. “All this for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, riding out the aftershocks.
“Good girl.” His adept fingers slide between her soaking lips, finding her sensitive clit.
“Give me one more,” he says, as his fingers circle her bud, bringing her right back to the brink.
The smoky tendril holding her hands releases, and she brings her hands to the back of his head, gripping his hair, bringing his head to hers.
Her lips crash onto his as she moans another release into his mouth, her legs twitch, and arousal drips from between her legs.
He swallows her cries of pleasure like a man dying of starvation.
His hand slides out from between their bodies.
As he goes to lick her fluid from his fingers, she takes his hand and redirects it to her own mouth.
Her lips wrap around them, slowly sucking them into her mouth, relishing the look in his eyes as she swirls her tongue around the end and takes them in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
The smallest movement could have him sliding inside her, and the fact that he hasn’t taken advantage of that is perhaps hotter than him demanding she come again.
He has never made her feel that she’s anything other than treasure; even in the heat of all this, he has kept it only about her.
Showering her with attention. That thought warms her heart more than the multiple orgasms. It may be the satiated bliss talking right now, but as she gazes into his golden eyes, Eliana realizes it’s entirely possible she’s falling for this demon.