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Severath’s cock sprang free from his pants, long, thick, and…

nubbed? That was the only way she could think of it because that was just how it was—a line of raised, rounded protrusions running down both sides, and when she leaned forward—yup, an additional one crested the top of his length all the way down to its base.

That was the strange texture she’d felt when she’d wrapped her hand around his covered length, but how might it feel other places?

Ember brought her face even closer to inspect, reaching out a finger and gently tracing down the beaded side of his cock.

The skin was even softer than the rest of him, though there was a rigidity to the line of nubs.

It was fascinating how they began just below the lip of his head and widened until they reached the base, the skin darkening as it went, crimson to nearly black.

The shape was familiar enough, but this addition was downright delightful.

She stroked the other side with a firmer touch and the entirety of his cock jerked in response.

“Ember,” Severath rasped, and she sat up straight .

“Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head, eye shut tight.

“Was that too much? I’ll stop if you?—”

“No.” He took a breath. “It’s not enough.”

Ember grinned, tempted to sit there and watch him squirm while she traced his shape, but there were more muscles hiding under his clothes and even more irritation she could inspire.

She crawled backward, tugging off his pants as she went then stood at the end of the bed.

Pouring over Severath’s long, naked form, she crossed her arms and simply watched his thigh muscles tensing as he fought his own fidgeting, the eager clenching of clawed hands above his tied wrists, the pulsing of his cock as it stood at attention. All for her.

The desire to pounce rose once again, but she reined it back in favor of a little more torture. “This isn’t very fair, is it?”

Severath lifted his head slightly, and when she caught his black eye, she reached beneath her tunic and slid her leggings to the floor.

The long length of her top still covered her as she pulled at the cord on her belt and let it fall as well.

No longer constricted, she stood in just her tunic at the bed’s foot and played with the hem.

Severath’s view was slightly blocked by his own twitching cock.

She snickered as he strained to see around the girth of himself, swaying as she lifted her tunic.

The room was doused in shadows, but enough starlight spilled in to light up the length of her stomach and the small swell of her breasts.

She stretched her arms overhead, revealing herself completely but without hesitation—he was tied up after all, and there was no doubt he wanted to see every inch of her, the evidence dripping down a row of those terribly interesting nubs.

As much as Ember wanted to continue to test his patience, her own had already worn thin.

She climbed back atop the bed, straddling one of his thighs this time as she kept her gaze locked on his.

He was breathing heavily through his nose and only when her hand wrapped around the base of his cock did he stutter.

The width gave her pause, but then she ran her hand up its length and there was a whole new dimension to ponder.

No, demons were definitely not just men.

Ember slid her thumb along the underside of the crown, teasing at the soft point and coating her finger in his anticipation.

“Blazes, Em,” he grunted, hips bucking.

She chuckled, swirling her slick finger in a circle and then enveloping the whole head with her hand.

“Remember, you promised to tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing.

” She stroked down the length of him with the tightest grip she’d used yet and drove a sound out of him that was unmistakable for pleasure.

Her own center felt like his cock looked, glistening with eagerness, and she finally settled herself down on his thigh.

The warmth of his tensing muscles made her whimper with relief, and she rolled her hips.

He pressed up against her, and tingles raced over every inch of her body.

She stroked his cock with the same slow rhythm of her hips, and his face was drawn into a delicious mix of satisfaction and agony, mouth open, those dangerous fangs on display.

Ember shifted from rocking to small circles, arching her back as she let the pressure build. A shiver ran up her spine, and then a tender caress slid down to her low back.

“Severath!”

His tail fell to the bed with a thunk as if that didn’t make it all the more obvious he had been touching her with it.

She grinned at the guilty look he attempted. “Do I have to tie that down too?”

The demon chuckled but shook his head.

“Then behave,” she snapped and gave his cock a harder tug.

Severath sucked in a shocked breath and then melted back into the bed. “I will if you let me taste you.”

Ember’s return to soft strokes immediately stopped. She blinked. She swallowed. “Taste me?”

“Your smell has been torturing me for weeks,” he growled. “And the small taste you allowed me wasn’t enough. I need to bury my face between your legs.”

Heat seared Ember’s cheeks as she squeezed his thigh with the very place he’d asked to lick.

“Please,” he rasped, his cock twitching with the word.

The thought of his mouth on her quickened everything—her pulse and her race toward a peak—but… “I’ll have to untie you.”

He shook his head vigorously and grinned, fangs catching the light.

“You want to stay like that? But how would I…and how would you…” She squinted at the eager gleam to his eye. “If you stay like this, and I do that, you won’t be able to tell me if something’s wrong.”

“I would gladly perish beneath you.”

“Stop it,” she hissed, slapping his thigh and making him buck.

Severath coughed a laugh. “I’ll give you a nip on your backside if need be.”

She flushed even harder, but the thought made her so slick she practically slid right off his leg. While she considered things, she teased the base of his cock. “I don’t really want to stop playing with you.”

He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to if you turn around.”

Ember half glanced over her shoulder then caught the idea like a fish in a stream. The wild concept flopped around in her grasp, and she froze, unsure what to do with it before she wrenched it out of the water and drenched herself. “Yeah,” she said breathlessly. “Okay.”

Organizing her limbs around Severath’s wide chest was a daunting and embarrassing task, but the moment she lowered herself down toward his mouth, hesitation and humiliation disappeared.

His tongue ran the length of her, and she cried out, lifting herself away and digging her fingers into his sides .

“Don’t retreat, Em,” Severath huffed from beneath her. “You’re braver than that.”

She took a deep breath, laughing lowly. This wasn’t about being brave, she thought, legs spread over his chest and ass in his face, it was simply about holding still during the intense wave of pleasure that he had washed over her.

But she couldn’t quite get those words out, so she simply sank herself down again and let bliss flood her veins.

It was like a reading lesson as his tongue drew letters over her most sensitive spot only there was no frustrated suffering, just muffled exclamations of joy as she buried her face into his stomach and squealed.

She arched her back to give him better access, and he took full advantage despite being tethered.

His tongue teased and his lips closed and sucked, and she wondered how demon women survived such treatment.

Ember’s fingers reached feebly forward, grazing Severath’s cock twice before she managed to grab hold, but her arms were shaking and her stomach was tying itself in knots over and over, drawing tighter with every lap and flick.

How was she to focus? Her vision was blurry as she gazed up from his muscled stomach to his glistening cock.

How would she stroke him when her grip had gone weak? And how was she to…to… oh, gods .

A climax ripped through Ember as the knotted strings in her stomach snapped, lighting her body with a delicious fire that curled around her limbs and crackled up her spine.

Head thrown back, she let out a cry as Severath’ s muffled growl of satisfaction vibrated through her.

Pleasure pulsed, her body stiffened, and then her thighs gave out as she slumped forward.

It had been so fast, so wild, so freeing, but it had taken all she had to give. Ember couldn’t move, only lay there with her cheek pressed to the hardness of his lower belly, and she let the heat of him envelop her completely.