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Story: How Not to Court Your Human Captive (Falling for Demons #1)
Ember cried out as his mouth covered her sensitive nub and suckled.
Her hips bucked, and he chuckled up against her body so that she squirmed just the way he liked.
His cock strained in his pants painfully, but the anticipation only made him more feral for her taste, tongue diving inside and then lapping at the wetness she made for him.
A tangy circle, a sweet sweeping serpentine, a musky kiss, all of it pulling out those human noises from deep in her throat as her back arched off the table, taut nipples deeply red under the lanterns above.
She was already making those close cries that only came between panting breaths, so he slowed his ferocious onslaught despite that his cock was urging him on.
His gaze traveled along her quivering belly up to her gasping mouth, and that sight alone might have made him spill his seed without even a touch, but he pulled back, shoulders hitched up under her legs.
Ember groaned as she fell limp, but the look in her eyes said she was not yet satisfied.
She glared at him weakly as he pressed his lips to her stomach.
Her skin tasted warm and human and like her .
He would never be able to define it, only know that he would crave it forever.
He trailed kisses to her center but stopped short to nip at her knee once more.
She sucked in a breath, not harmed but shocked, and then her own evil grin spread as she reached out for him. “Don’t think you’ve made amends yet.”
Yanked by his horn again, he was pulled right up against her, and Ember ground herself into his mouth.
His own tip weeped inside his pants, but it wasn’t quite as warm and wet as her.
He struggled to keep himself from falling over the same edge he was pushing her toward, jaw deliciously sore as she commanded him by his horn to remain just where she needed him.
He drew shapes over it, repeating the ones that made her cry out the loudest. Blazes, this was just what he wanted, to know she wanted him and that when she came apart it was because he had given her exactly what she craved.
Thighs pressed in on either side of his head as Ember’s legs shivered, her hips jerked, and she screamed.
She came against his mouth, drenching his face and soaking his tongue with her taste.
“Sev, Sev, Sev,” she whimpered with the last pulsing of his tongue against her, her grip falling away from his horn.
He kissed up along her belly as she rose, her limp arms coming to rest around his neck.
He stood straight, lifting her to sit on the edge of the table, and her heavily lidded eyes searched his face.
Fingers trailed the back of his neck sending shivers down his spine straight to his twitching, aching cock, but there was no relief to be found, not even from himself with his hands still bound. “Have I pleased you?”
“Almost,” she said, tipping her head to the side as she slid her body up against his.
“Again?” Severath dragged in a ragged breath, her legs spread wide and his shielded cock pressed right to her center.
Ember shook her head, and then one of her hands slipped down his chest to grasp his length. Severath squeezed shut his eye, breath catching as he tried to think of unarousing things and failed miserably.
“Seems like you’re ready for me,” she said as she slipped her hands beyond his belt to caress the anticipation that had already coated his head.
He nodded, and then his mouth was taken as she hurried to work at his belt and pants, shucking them off.
Ember’s kisses were searing as she bit at his lips, pushing him just enough so that she could slide off the table.
Before he could bend over to bring their mouths together again, she gave him another shove, and the chair hit the back of his knees so that he staggered down into the seat.
Ember stood before him, a sheen of wetness still on her thighs, but the sleepy satisfaction chased off her face, hunger there instead. His freed cock stood at attention between them, and she ran her tongue over her lips as she nudged his knees apart. “I want something special.”
“Anything,” he growled.
She lifted a knee onto his thigh and braced her hands on his shoulders, climbing up and pressing her breasts to his chest. Severath groaned at the feel of so much of her skin in contact with his own, the bond reaching out and warming him from the inside.
He kissed her neck as she reached around him, and then suddenly his hands were free.
He didn’t know what to do at first, flexing his fingers and rolling his shoulders.
“I think I’m going to need a little help.
” She took his wrists and brought his hands to her waist. Beneath his palms, her warm skin pebbled and flared that deliciously crimson color, making them match.
His fingers glided gently to her low back, the color following, and then down to her hips.
“Hold onto me,” she said and lifted her other leg.
Ember’s shins balanced on his thighs and by virtue of hoisting herself up, she leveled her breasts with his face.
Severath knew what he was supposed to do—the same thing he did every time she teased him like this—so he returned it and teased at her nipple with his tongue.
She mumbled sweet words in his ear about how good he was as she massaged his neck and raked fingers along his hair, and he thought he might be in bliss until he felt something new.
“Can I?” she asked, and there was a slight pressure on the head of his cock. A warm, wet pressure that wasn’t a hand or a mouth.
Severath’s grip on her tightened but only to hold her perfectly still. No words would come, but if she moved even another fragment of an inch, he was sure his cock would.
“You do want me, don’t you, Severath?” She reached between them and caressed his length, body shifting and just brushing up against his sensitive weeping tip.
Severath was thrilled just to have Ember close, to know she cared for him, to sometimes have her lips wrapped around his cock and his tongue plundering her wetness.
But he never expected to mate like this with her.
How those who were soulbonded chose to physically show affection didn’t affect its depth—a bond simply was what it was.
But to know she would accept him like this? And all he had to do was tell her…
“Blazes, yes, Em,” he rasped and brought a hand to the back of her neck to crush her into a kiss. She moaned into his mouth and slowly began to sink herself down onto his cock.
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