Page 16 of How Not to Charm Your Human Colleague (Falling for Demons #2)

He didn’t hesitate at her instruction, nor at what she typically hid underneath pants.

One of her recurring challenges, besides her hip subluxation and tremors, was an extremely tight right calf that made walking on her own difficult.

The foot curved inward, sometimes swollen and sometimes limp.

After so many therapies, stretches, and broken bones as a child, she’d chosen to stick with crutches permanently.

Granted, her aunt and uncle had influenced that decision too, but she’d gotten used to the crutches and didn’t mind them so much any longer.

Kizros only leaned down, pressed a kiss to her inner ankle, and whispered, “I knew you had more freckles.”

Tears threatened to prick her eyes, not from surprise, but at how reverently he’d said those words against her skin.

The warmth of his lips traveled up her leg, glasses frames tickling as he kissed each point where she knew there was a cluster of freckles.

She almost complained when he stopped at her knee and rose up, but then he was fisting the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

Aofe hummed out an appreciative noise as he freed his horns from the fabric and tossed the shirt aside.

His body was all lean muscle, shoulders wide and toned from his work in the greenhouse and mixing potions in the shop.

Her eyes trailed down over green skin, odd and yet human-ish, and she had the delightful idea of tasting every one of the muscles flexing over his abdomen.

Then her gaze landed on the somehow larger tent of his pants as his fingers toyed with the laces.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Kizros muttered, cheeks dark and eyes darker.

Her attention flicked up, and she raised a brow. “Like I’m very interested in figuring out what male demon genitalia looks like?”

Unlike others who had blanched at her technical verbiage before, Kizros merely took it in stride. “Yes, because it’s already hard to concentrate with you laying under me like this and looking so tempting.”

“I’m still dressed.”

“You think that matters?”

Aofe blushed. “Most would have had me naked already.”

“And miss this sight?” he asked teasingly, tugging the knot in his belt free. “First, I’m insulted you think I’m like most . Second, you run cold, so as much as I want to count your other freckles, I’m not removing any more of your clothing until I can immediately replace that warmth.”

Well, he didn’t have to go and make her wetter than she already was, but somehow that made her ache even more.

Up until he shoved his pants down past his thighs.

Human-ish. She could at least form that thought at the sight of him bobbing free. Definitely put humans to shame in size and length, or at least the men she’d been with. But as Kizros maneuvered to get his pants off, Aofe pushed to sit up.

“That’s different.”

Kizros set his pants off to the side warily. “Good different? Bad different?”

Aofe blinked. “Well, if I knew what it was, I could probably answer? That bigger bit, on the base.”

He glanced down, not ashamed in the slightest at being entirely naked and observed. “My— oh , the knot.” He met her gaze, hand scratching at the back of his head. “It’s, uh, it swells a little more to ensure… it locks my seed inside… I don’t have to go that far?—”

“Why not? I’m taking a contraceptive,” Aofe said, cocking her head.

Just a casual study of it and she could tell it would still fit, albeit tightly.

In fact, based on the location, it would feel absolutely incredible.

Plus, it may or may not have piqued a fantasy or two of hers.

“Unless it’s uncomfortable for you. I’d never pressure?—”

“I’d like to,” Kizros blurted, adjusting his glasses. “With you. It’s very sensitive and, I, uh…”

Apparently he had that fantasy too.

Aofe grinned as he trailed off, reaching up to tilt his face back to hers. “It’s not embarrassing. We try it tonight, we keep talking, and then we get to have some very delicious conversations… apparently while you’re locked inside me.”

Kizros shuddered, then groaned as she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. By the time she was free of the fabric, hair staticky, his gaze had dropped exactly where she knew it would, and he’d fallen silent.

The lacy teal set had been stuffed inside the dress prior to delivery—Brioni’s gift, no doubt.

Aofe didn’t have that woman’s chest, but she wasn’t lacking either, and the way the ribbon tied definitely did her a service.

A single bow between her breasts would unravel the covering, but while it was difficult to keep herself contained in the strapless lace, she had to admit she’d admired it in the mirror.

The demon swallowed, and even his tail had gone slack. “ Fuck .”

“You can touch me, Kiz,” she reminded him.

His hand shook as he raised it, then he slowly trailed a clawless fingertip against the side of her breast. It curved around her, heat following that touch like a fire igniting under her skin. The necklace hanging at her chest pulsed and warmed with his attention.

He turned a knuckle to the underside, dragging it up and over her nipple?—

Where he promptly stopped.

Flicked his eyes up to hers with even more heat than his touch and magic combined.

She’d barely pulled her lower lip between her teeth when he took the end of that unraveling ribbon and yanked it loose. The knot fell away with the rest of the fabric, baring her, and Kizros growled.

“You’ve been keeping these a secret the entire time?” he asked, hunger flashing in the depths of his eyes. His finger came back to circle her nipple, just barely brushing over the bar piercing.

Aofe inhaled sharply. “You seemed content at our previous pace. I’d never rush you.”

“No, no. This is absolutely a moment where you should have rushed me,” he groaned, then leaned in to take the other one into his mouth.

She threw her head back, letting out a soft moan as his tongue teased and flicked. Her hands grabbed for anything to keep her stable, which of course was the back of his head and one horn as she held him to her.

Kizros chuckled against her skin, slowly laying her back to the bed while following all her little nudges to what she liked.

And then he switched, giving the other his attention while the cool air made her wet nipple ache with a different kind of torture.

Somewhere, she mumbled out a yes when he requested to remove the lace from her hips, and then she was feeling his skin against all of her.

“Kiz,” she grunted, unable to push her hips up to find any friction or release. She couldn’t even squirm, not just because of his body over hers, but her inability to find the strength to push off the bed to search for it. “Kiz, more.”

He pulled away, though it looked like he was pained to do so. “Sorry, yes. Later.” He stayed close, hovering over her but giving her more space to wiggle while still keeping his warmth. “Where is best for you? Are you hurting?”

As much as she wished she didn’t have to admit it, she nodded. “I don’t think my hips can go much wider than this tonight. Bending might not be the best either.”

She’d sworn to herself that she’d stop feeling guilty about accommodations, even when her past partners had grumbled or called her lazy.

The few who had preferred her to just lay there never got access, and she’d become quite skilled with her hand or dated other women who had known what to do much better than any man could.

Kizros didn’t flinch at her admission, though. He only looked at her thoughtfully, brightened with an idea, and started moving. He knelt over her right leg, then ran a smooth hand over her left hip and thigh.

“Can you raise this one a bit? Twist a fraction to your side to face me for a second?”

He helped her shift, then reached up to grab a pillow to support behind her shoulders and lower back. With this angle, it wouldn’t stress her hip, and it allowed him to hold the weight of her straightened leg while she remained on her back.

Behind him, his tail flicked out to grab something from the bedside table, but it was lost to the first slip of his finger at her center.

Aofe nearly cursed.

Kizros did. “Blazes. You’re so wet.”

Panting because his finger just froze there , she managed to throw him a confused glare at the subtle question in his response. “Did you think I wasn’t aroused?”

He frowned. “Of course not. It’s just… fe male demons don’t produce this much. Their points of arousal are deeper.” His tail came closer, a jar full of a clear, viscous liquid. “We’re usually prepared.”

Aofe snorted. “Well, definitely still use that, and know my arousal point is more on the outside.”

“Really?” Kizros asked, and he would’ve pulled her leg open to see for himself if she hadn’t stopped him with a hand clamping on the one still annoyingly unmoving.

Below the curls between her legs, she slowly guided him to that spot, watching his eyes widen in fascination as she bucked at the sensation of his warmth touching her.

“Oh, that is very nice,” he mused. “Easy to find, and so many different ways to bring you pleasure with it right there.”

She almost laughed and said that most men couldn’t, but Kizros wasn’t most men.

He wasn’t even man at all, really, but that thought didn’t bother her.

Not as he switched his hand for the blunt edge of his tail to keep teasing her.

Not as he coated his length and that knot with the lubrication.

And definitely not as he gently pressed the head of his cock inside her.

Kizros groaned, tilting his hips to slide just a little farther before pulling out again. “Fuck, Aofe.” His hand adjusted on her thigh, but he didn’t try to raise it or shift it beyond what she’d asked of him. Just held it a little more firmly as he pushed forward again, sliding deeper.

The sound of her arousal and the lubrication was something obscene, so much heat where he touched her, that the stretch was an afterthought.

His tail curled around her ankle, sliding and adding yet another sensation.

Not to mention his free hand, gliding up her stomach to caress her skin as he whispered her name and sank farther inside her.

Talk. She was supposed to be talking to him, but all she could manage were stuttered breaths and moans of assent. One hand fisted the sheets, the other curled under her head for better purchase as she felt him pull out to nearly the tip.

Kizros thrust deeper, not hard, but enough that a new, fluttering sensation started in her belly. The angle and the press of his knot against her clit sent a shock through her system.

“Aofe,” he muttered, falling still as she let out a cry.

“Good, good,” she stammered, desperate for more friction. “That’s just new.”

To be filled fuller than she’d ever experienced, but still not close to being finished. To have so much of her set alight by touch and attention, and somehow feel as if she could take more.

“I can come like that,” Aofe realized, sucking in a breath as he slowly pulled back. “Your knot there.”

Kizros used his shoulder to push his glasses back up his nose, a slight shimmer of sweat lining his forehead. “If I feel you anymore, I won’t last.”

“I can take it,” she reassured him. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, and then he was moving faster, his knot hitting her clit with each forward thrust.

Aofe marveled at how his muscles moved, how he focused on keeping the strain off her joints as he worked for their pleasure.

How he somehow managed to have control over holding her with one arm, squeezing her breast with the other, and teasing her legs with the tip of his tail.

And to do all of that while chanting her name with such adoration, she might never allow anyone but him to use it.

With the next thrust, as his knot slipped just beyond her entrance, that warmth blooming inside her finally burst. She cried out, straining against his hold as her muscles warmed and limbs shook with the orgasm.

There were so many sensations she was only vaguely aware of Kizros’s final push, until somehow he was entirely inside her and she thought she might actually burst.

He leaned forward, holding his weight over top of her as he came, the knot stretching and elongating her pleasure until tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

But he was so beautiful and vulnerable when he came, glasses askew and a deep flush to his cheeks, that she blinked them away in favor of watching him.

There was a soft ring in Aofe’s ears by the time he stopped, an extra warmth inside her that soothed where she ought to be sore.

With his knot swollen and not going anywhere, Kizros finally gave up leaning on his shaking arm and lowered himself to the bed.

He still hadn’t removed her leg, but instead gently maneuvered it over his thigh to keep her close.

“Oh,” Aofe mumbled, burrowing into his side. “This is nice. ”

“We’re laying on top of the blankets,” Kizros said into her hair, arms banding around her naked back. “I don’t want you to be cold.”

She didn’t think it was possible when he held her like this, even if they were naked.

The comfortable silence lasted longer than she expected—his fingers trailing patterns over her back while she tried to mirror them on his chest. She could feel him softening inside, still incredibly warm where he filled her.

He pressed a kiss against her forehead and said softly, “Aofe?”

“Yeah, Kiz?”

“Did I do it right?”

Aofe pulled her head back, just enough to see his entire face as he dipped his chin to study her features. She smiled, tracing a thumb over his cheekbone underneath the frame of his glasses.

“Yeah, Kiz. More than right.”

He smiled under her touch. “Not to corner you when you can’t go anywhere…” he began, shifting his hips slightly for emphasis. “But after I run a bath for us and we clean up… will you stay with me tonight?”

She tilted up, enough to where he understood her request. The kiss was soft, reassuring, and weightier than either of them probably realized. And then against his lips she whispered, “I think you’re going to have a hard time getting me to leave. I really like the view.”