Page 45 of Hooked on a Demon (Leeside Witches #3)

Eliana

H is hands are on her as soon as they make it to her room.

Strong, hardworking hands grip her hips, pulling her body against his, before sliding down and firmly gripping her ass.

“Perfection,” he growls, digging his fingers in.

“Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? To fight the urge to follow you around staring at this perfect ass all day?”

“About as hard as it is for me to keep from climbing you the moment I see you.”

“Harder,” he says, pushing his hard cock against her stomach.

Two smoky tendrils emerge, lifting her so she is better positioned as she wraps her legs around his middle.

Ah… that’s the spot. She hums with satisfaction at the pressure of his cock against her hot pussy.

His fingers splay across her ass, holding her firm against him, and her hands go up the back of her shirt, unhooking her bra.

She slides an arm out of it and pulls it out through her shirt sleeve, tossing it over his shoulder.

Eliana’s head tilts back as his lips kiss across her shoulder and up her neck. As he reaches her chin, she brings her head back up and meets his lips. Their lips crash together, eager and hungry. Tongues collide and teeth nip while her hands clasp behind his head.

Shuffling forward, his knees hit the edge of her bed, and the world tilts as they collapse onto it. Tendrils of power land beside her head as another floats underneath her, softening the impact. She laughs into his mouth, amused that he felt the need to protect her from falling onto the soft bed.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, as he nips her lip again.

“You,” she replies, half-heartedly trying to squirm away as his hands move to her side and begin to tickle her.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” She giggles.

“Well, is it funny when I do this?” he asks, placing his mouth over her breast and sucking her nipple through her shirt.

The dampening fabric mixed with his hot breath and the friction as he rolls his tongue over her peak has her wrapping her legs around his middle again as she arches into him. “Yes,” she gasps.

“Really? How about when I do this?” His hand slides down her stomach and over her pants, landing on her cunt, where he runs a finger over the seam. “Look at you. Already soaking through for me.”

Her hips buck, needing more. Pressure. Friction. Him. “Please.”

“So eager.” His finger slides down her pussy again, pushing harder than before, giving her more of the delicious pressure she needs.

She doesn’t know how he does it, or what sexual magic he may possess as a demon, but she can already feel the tension building in her core.

The need to release quickly taking over.

“But you seem to be mistaken, Oaks. I’m not going to rush this.

Don’t get me wrong, I am putty in your hands.

I will do whatever you want of me, except rush through making you come as many times as I can.

” His teeth pinch her nipple through her shirt while his hand finds the hem of her pants and slides underneath.

Declan’s finger slips between her slick lips and begins rubbing her clit in perfect circles, and it’s like someone set off a sparkler inside her.

Electric heat shoots from her clit to her toes, causing them to curl while she fists the bedding above her head.

“Oh, god,” she moans lowly.

“No, love, I’m a demon.” His tone is dry, as if simply stating a mathematical fact.

A giggle escapes her at the same time that he slides a finger into her wet cunt, quickly changing the giggle to a whimper.

His thick digit slides languidly in and out of her pussy, curling in ever so slightly, hitting that sensitive spot on her inner wall as he uses his thumb to give her clit the attention it craves.

“More,” she pleads.

“Patience, Oaks.” His free hand lifts her shirt, exposing her breasts.

“Beautiful. So beautiful.” Turning her head to look at him, she sees nothing but pure admiration staring back at her.

It’s as if he is staring at a revered piece of art, long locked away and only now getting to see it for the first time.

His lips work their way across her chest, taking time to stop at one nipple and suck it into his mouth, nipping at it he does.

A lap of his tongue quickly eases the slight shock of pain as his teeth pinch and grate on her sensitive peak.

Soothing the sting with warmth. The mix of quick pinches and soft licks makes her mind swim with pleasure.

She never thought she would be into anything resembling pain or discomfort during sex, but this, this is so good.

So unexpected. It takes her out of her head, allowing her to be here in the moment with him.

Because yes, she wants this. She wants him.

But that doesn’t mean she’s still not internally freaking out, wondering if this is the right choice.

“I can hear your brain going,” he says, before licking the underside of her breast. “Perhaps I am not doing a good enough job.”

“No,” she breathes. “It feels great.” He increases the pressure on her clit as he flattens his thumb on it at the same time as he slides a second finger into her cunt. “So good.”

“Is that so?” Letting go of her shirt, he pushes himself up and moves down her body, kissing a trail down her stomach as he goes.

“Lift your hips.” His command is strong, pulling her attention completely to him.

She does as instructed. His free hand and a tendril of magic work together to free her from her pants and underwear.

“Look at this pussy. Glistening for me.” Without waiting, he bends down, planting his face into her cunt as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, plunging deep into her core.

He laps up her arousal like a man starved, moaning into her pussy.

The tension that has been rumbling under the surface spikes, bringing her to the edge faster than she thought possible.

His arms hook around the back of her legs, and before she asks what he’s doing, he flips them over, balancing his shoulders on the edge of the bed, with her soaked cunt hovering above him. “Sit.”

“I—but?—”

He growls at her. But it’s not frustrated.

It’s hungry. “Oaks. Fucking sit on my face and come on it.” He pulls her down, and her cunt lands on his face.

His tongue is already waiting, burying it into her center.

Her hands splay out in front of her, helping to keep her steady as he holds her in place.

Low moans and pleas leak from her as he feasts between her legs.

Hot coils of tension ride up from her clit and cunt, making her nipples harden.

He shifts below her, sealing his lips around her clit, and she bucks her pussy into his face.

He hums his praise, the vibration delectable.

She grinds into his face again and he growls, sending more shockwaves throughout her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Tendrils of magic slide over her legs, taking the place of his arms as two fingers pump into her.

It only takes a few slow pumps as she rides him, filled with his thick digits, for her to fall over the edge.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” she yells as she comes on his face.

His lips release her clit, and his fingers withdraw, leaving her feeling empty, but his tongue languidly collects every last drop. “Fucking delicious,” he says, groaning into her.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” she says, her legs feeling like jelly and her breath ragged as she comes down from the clouds in which he launched her.

“Hard not to be when you sound like that. I live to hear you screaming in pleasure.”

Pushing herself up and away, she looks down at him, still glistening with her fluids.

She leans down, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on him.

Hottest. Thing. Ever. When she pulls away, there’s that look of admiration staring back at her.

“Well, Grace. I think it’s time I get to hear what you sound like. ”

“Is that so?” he asks, cheekily.

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely.” She steps back, putting distance between them, with no idea where this sudden brazenness is coming from. It always has an interesting time of showing up, that’s for sure. “Pants off.”

He stands, undoing his belt and pants. They drop to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. Fuck whatever he’s packing there must be huge. A flush of heat rushes up her neck. Thank fuck she’s already rosy from an orgasm or else he’d think she’s embarrassed.

“Now what?” he asks, a mixture of curiosity and teasing as he palms his cock through his boxers.

“Crawl to me.”