Page 62 of Red Demon (Oria #1)

I know she’d bandaged me up before, but she studied my chest like it she’d never seen it before—running first her hand then her mouth over the scar Ash gave me—licking and kissing over my heart and down, down.

When her hands grazed over my leashed cock, I growled low.

She stroked a shivering finger over the fabric of my pants, up the length of me. I closed my eyes so tight I saw stars.

She pulled away—without warning.

I felt like the ground fell away beneath me without her touch. Then I saw the tears reflecting those beautiful eyes.

“How can this be real?” she said. “You’re—good, perfect.”

I stepped closer, too slow to spook her.

I cupped her face, tracing the maze of thin little scars with my thumb.

“Far, I—” My voice gave out before I let out too much.

All the secret desires that had yet to fade, promises I’d already made whether she’d heard them or not.

I couldn’t risk sharing the intensity of that to frighten her away.

“This isn’t real,” she said, voice husky. “If it is, you’ll regret this.”

“Will you?”

“No. But you should.”

I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “No.”

She shivered, leaning into every touch in the winter chill with closed eyes. After only having her in my dreams and fantasies thus far, this felt just as unreal to me. And with each kiss, each touch…

“We’ll make it real.”

“I’ve hurt you too much to touch you like this. I killed—”

“Far,” I growled, and tried to kiss her guilt away on the line of each scar. “I know. I can take it. You don’t have to think about that now.”

She sighed into my mouth, giving me access.

“Please.”

“Just tell me this isn’t insane,” she whispered into my neck. “I trust you.”

“Far,” I said into her hair, my hands drifting in low circles down her back. “This is real. If you want me, I’m yours.” Always, the part I knew not to say.

I watched her fear melt away.

“Far, you’re safe.” I raised her chin. Maybe she’d meet my eyes to see through all my secrets, all the things I couldn’t say, and not push me away. “Yield?”

She let me kiss all her tears away. “Yield.”

I could have cried with joy, and maybe I did.

It surprised me how someone who fought with some much cold cunning could be gentle and malleable to my touch.

It wasn’t what I expected from her, but my cock responded to that contradiction with a throb.

The hunger in her eyes was undeniable when I went to unleash her belt buckle with a clink.

Her pants dropped to the forest floor. I wanted, needed, to be the one to taste her first. I dropped to my knees in front of her, a hand caressing her navel before I freed her from the last soft layer of fabric.

She helped me, shrugging everything off to stand before me—a golden, stunning perfection.

The lips of her labia parted like a budding flower under the moon.

I’d always thought that the first time I touched a woman would be as fumbling as the first time I touched a man, infinitely more so.

On some level, I knew everyone would be different in how they wanted to be touched and tasted, whether they would lead or follow, but at least with a man I’d know where to start.

I hesitated, looking up at her from my knees.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done this before,” she confessed, running her hands along my jaw. “Any of this. Is that okay?”

I chuckled into her navel, tracing my fingers between her thighs with a feather light touch. She hissed in pleasure, so I did that again. “You’re my first … woman.”

She just smiled in relief, and I didn’t let her say any more. With that first taste of nectar between her thighs, my fears melted away; her taste was a drug I got lost in. I lost all my inhibitions, listening for the change in every breath with every slow stroke of my tongue, every nibble.

She opened her legs wider, giving me room to explore.

She bloomed for me as I arced my mouth, fluttering a kiss at her clit, my cock throbbing as she gasped above me.

I buried my face between her thighs, unable to get enough.

Her growl vibrated my face as my hand trailed up her body.

I kissed and sucked until she closed her eyes, loving every sound she made.

“J-Jesse.” Her hand in my hair was as gentle as I refused to be, reading her every gasp and twitch.

She had enough of gentleness, responding when I attacked her bud with my tongue, bringing my hands around her to knead the muscles of her ass.

She gripped the tree for balance, her thighs quaking around me.

I looked up at her face lost in pleasure, and I was almost overcome right there.

I had to close my eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of her breasts.

“Tell me what you want.” I ran my chin against the soft, smooth skin between her thighs. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Y-You,” she said.

I fluttered my tongue against her again, drifting one finger up and down her leg, tracing the trail where she’d dripped for me.

I meandered up her leg, following that sweet drop all the way home, hesitating at her opening before deciding to swirl my tongue around it.

I pressed one finger in, slow. She gasped.

“Me what?” Her walls were slick and warm around my fingers. I imagined my cock gripped there instead. But she was so tight around just that one finger. That wouldn’t do. I worked the finger in and out.

“You, just you. Voids,” she said, only after I pulled away.

“And what if I want too much,” I growled against her, forcing in a second finger as she gripped me from within. She was still so tight. I needed her ready for me. She leaned into the tree, her chest heaving in quick gasps.

“I want too much, Far.” I released her to grip her hips and devour her with my mouth once more.

When her knees buckled and I worried she would lose her grip on sanity, I guided her down to the moss beneath a tree and positioned my face back between her legs, my fingers back into her.

Her walls pulsed around me as I picked up a pace, thrusting harder.

I could see her holding back with everything she had, gripping the tree, staring down at me in wonder.

“Don’t fight me, please yield.” My teeth scraped along her inner thigh before I came back home, those taut muscles clenching with every thrust, and I heard her incoherent whimpers with every gasped breath.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Yield,” I demanded.

Her breath came in sharp little gasps as she arced from the ground. Her fingers clenched in my hair as she came for me.

I kissed her bloom with a smile, unrelenting as she cried out under me.

She tried to pull back, shivering under my touch.

I pushed the edge of her wave, building it higher, higher.

She fell apart beneath me, her scream echoing in the woods.

I made comforting sounds, letting her come down just enough, refusing to let go completely, refusing to ever let go.

“I want more Far,” I growled, dipping my face down again.

Her back arched, as I had her come undone again on the floor of that forest, writhing under me until she sobbed with joy.

I pulled back, my fingers glistening with the proof of her pleasure, as she leaned back against the tree, gasping for air, her pert little breasts heaving.

“Jesse,” she begged, looking down at me, but I lost myself in the simple joy in her face.

I swallowed. I wanted to see that look on her face forever.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” I kissed my way back up her body.

She growled, then sat up, using every bit of her strength and speed to remove my pants, freeing the fabric covering my erection.

Only when I was nude and wanting before her did she freeze, eyes wide as she looked between my cock and my face, hungry.

She ventured one hand, then another to touch me, feather-light. I shivered.

“Good?” she asked, studying my face for the answer.

She could read me so well. I groaned in response as she gripped tighter.

She knelt before me, looking up with those beautiful eyes before her open-mouthed gaze flitted to my straining, pulsing erection. She stretched a finger up my length, cradling my balls with her other hand, bringing her face closer before her hot breath surrounded me.

“Voids, Far,” I choked out, as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. “Slower—I’m so close already, Far.”

She swallowed me slowly, halfway, cleaning every bit of pre-cum on the way back.

“Good?” she asked around a mouthful of me. I choked out a guttural sound as she swallowed me whole with relish.

“Fuck,” I said, lost in the feel of her warm mouth surrounding me. “No, tonight you’re mine.” When she released, I wrestled her down below me again and spread her thighs with my knees, watching her face glow under my touch.

She gave my cock one slow stroke by her entrance as I hesitated, overcome with anticipation. But the moment her eyes grew wide under me will be frozen in my memory forever. We claimed each other, her slick walls gripping so tight around my tip I made myself stop, wait, pull back.

“More,” she said, begging. I hungered for her, gripping her hips as I pressed forward, deeper. Again—halfway and already too much—I retreated, feeling her tense in surprise, wondering if I hurt her.

“Jesse.” She said my name through clenched teeth, gripping my ass and pulling me down to the hilt, surrounding me with her heat.

Her hand flew up to my face as we both cried out.

She’d wanted all of me, taken all of me, and it meant so much that she did.

I lost myself in those beautiful, miraculous eyes, her little smile.

I kissed her as I pulled out, and she held onto me so tight.

Another slow thrust, and I needed her face to mine just as I needed all of her around me, joining me.

We found a slow rhythm, and I watched the pleasure build with every perfect fit.

She wrapped her legs around me, her fingers gripping my ass as she welcomed each stroke.

The way she moved with grace and power had always made everything inside me stand taller.

But this hunger, her uncertainty—she’d let me close enough to see this.

I would drive that fear away—all her self-hate.

I would fill her with all the pleasure, be her hope—all the—voids.

My mind blurred, and I don’t know what came out of my mouth as I gave my body and soul to her, riding the edge of our wave before falling to the point of no return.

“Far, come with me,” I said, between short, sharp breaths as I started a steady rhythm, my hips snapping with all my force.

She gripped me, pulling me deeper, deeper. “Wait for me,” she rasped out. “Please.”

I slowed, but hit harder, kissing as she thrust up at me.

My tongue danced with hers, and she fought back hard, claiming my mouth, gripping me from within, driving me so close.

I reached between our bodies, claiming a breast, drawing my hand along her heart, then lower.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as I found her clit, kissing her through a thrust. I felt her walls grip me so tight. I couldn’t hold back.

“Jesse—”

“Yield.”

She broke apart under me as we came together. The muscles in my back strained as I spilled every last thought into her with one last pounding thrust. She clenched around me, pulling me in to join her.

Far held me tight and did not let go as I collapsed, helpless into her arms.

“Jesse.” She stroked my hair where I lay lost over her fluttering heart.

Her heart pounded a steady rhythm in my ear, while the locks on all my promises came loose.

“I’m here. I’ll always be here.” The truth, and yet not all of it as her body gripped me in her aftershocks.

She came again in my arms just from those words, her eyes crescents of pleasure as I stroked her face.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t break the spell where I was just a man, lost in happiness, and she...

She—Faruhar, the Red Demon, was the one I wanted, and I wanted her in a way I never thought I’d want anyone.

I would never have enough, and she would always be enough.

I would give my last breath for her happiness.

That revelation, bright and unafraid of the winter dark, chased away every fear, leaving only the joy of her. She was happy; I’d made her happy.

With a laugh, I kissed her again, my head spinning. She smiled into me, tracing my back with her fingers, in the cool wind.

“You’re everything to me, everything,” she said, forehead into mine. I watched her eyes light up like twin suns, a proud smile on her lips. “No matter what happens, remember that.”

“Put that in the journal just in case,” I said.

“I—I won’t need to.”

My thoughts were stormy seas. I watched her smile ebb as I faltered—surrendering to the waves. Her eyes grew more full and uncertain as I fought my way up for air.

“Far, I love you,” I said, using the Asri word—the one that means forever.