I didn’t imagine the squeak that came from my companion.
She laughed nervously. “Yup. So tired. Ready for that sleep! That nap! I’m ready!”
“Nap?” I asked as we climbed the stairs. “But it’s nighttime. How long do you expect to sleep?”
“Oh! Uh, I don’t know,” she said.
“You’re acting a little strange.”
“Am I? Why? How so? I’m not strange. I feel fine.”
I stifled a laugh. Gods, she was so bad at this. It was delightful.
We made it to the room, and I lit the candles with my fire spell. All it took was pinching the wick softly and expelling a small tongue of flame.
After, I began undressing. First, my shirt went.
Clove hadn’t moved from her spot by the bed. She stood there, dazed and a little frozen.
I trailed my gaze down her curvy form. “Do you need help?”
“H-help?”
I approached her and tapped the knot of her shirt. “Getting ready.” I pulled gently on the tie, giving her plenty of time to understand what I meant.
Her mouth parted. She looked stricken. Heated.
“This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?”
“How did you…”
I raised a brow and pulled the knot completely undone. “I think it’s very cute that Jam helped you get me up here. But honestly, Clove. All you had to do was lean over at the table and tell me you wanted my c —”
Clove covered her mouth and giggled. “We were that obvious?”
“Painfully so.”
She pushed my chest lightly. “That’s so embarrassing!”
“What is? Telling me what you want?”
She looked down.
I cupped the back of her neck. Instead of forcing her to look at me, I pulled her into a hug. She was still nervous and clearly not used to this kind of thing.
She likes physical comfort. Warmth in every sense of the word.
With my touch and stillness alone, I wanted her to feel safe and appreciated. Intimate. Understood.
Desired.
Sure enough, her body relaxed.
She looked up, shy. “I want to make you feel good, Luc.”
“You already do,” I replied.
Her hand trailed down, curving around my waist and dropping to my waistband.
She slid her palm to the front of my pants. Through the fabric, her delicate fingers spread down the length of me.
My breath caught. Shivers cascaded down my body.
I didn’t think.
She had that vulnerable, hopeful glint in her eyes, and all I could do was lean down and capture her mouth with mine.
Clove moaned against my lips, kissing me back. Soft, sweet, and warm.
My own hands moved on instinct. I wanted to touch her — all of her at once. A barrier had been lifted, and now my desire rose, hungry.
Still stroking my length, Clove’s other hand gripped my shirt as I began to explore her body.
Even dressed, she reacted to nearly every subtlety. A gasp when my knuckle brushed the soft underside of her breast. A shudder as my thumb trailed down her navel.
Even as I kissed her, I could tell she was barely holding herself together and practically shivering with the tension. It was as if she was trying not to writhe against me and lose composure.
Gods, she’s beautiful. Perfect.
I slid my hands over her ass and lifted her up, guiding us both onto the bed.
She clutched to me, her legs encircling my waist, and kissed a trail across my collarbone while I pulled at her ties and undid clasps.
I laid her on her back, never taking my eyes off that brilliant gaze. Her undone clothing parted and fell open completely. I helped her shrug everything off, and then I tossed the articles onto the floor.
“Is this still what you want?” I asked, trailing my mouth down her jaw, down her neck.
Her pulse throbbed against my lips as I tasted her. She began glowing pink beneath her feverish, flushed skin.
“Yes,” she sighed, her voice was soft as a feather. “Please don’t stop, Luc.”
That’s all any man needed to hear.
Her legs were locked around me, and she rolled herself against my body, her sex rocking into mine.
I was fairly certain that mortal bodies were sensitive like demon kin women’s. But I certainly wanted to be sure.
I cupped one of her breasts. My tongue circled the peaked nipple.
Clove whimpered, her back arching.
Her nails dug into my shoulders.
Hell yes.
“Oh my gods, that feels good,” she moaned, legs tightening around me.
I continued teasing her, licking her. When I finally ground my hard length against her sex, Clove clutched my hair so hard, it actually hurt.
I moved down even further, kissing down her stomach.
Her eyes flew open. “Wait!”
I rose up and leaned back on my heels as she propped herself up, an uncertain glint in her eyes.
“Are you unwell?”
“No!” she denied. “I just want…” She bit her bottom lip and stared at me.
Right below my navel.
She explained, “I said I want to make you feel good. First, I mean. Since you did the… in the tub… can I give you… oh, damn it!”
She covered her face in her hands.
I moved toward her, settling myself between her legs. I took her hands and guided them down.
Her wide eyes were full of interest.
I asked, “Have you done this before?”
“If I haven’t?” My pause gave her a chance to add, “I mean, with my hands, yes. It wasn’t much, but that’s not what I want to try. Can I try with my… mouth?”
“I’d never say no to such a polite request,” I replied.
She glanced up, concerned. “Are you making fun of me?”
“I’m not capable of that right now. Trust me.”
She helped me unfasten my waistband. I removed the rest of my clothing.
When I was completely bare, she asked, “Will you lay down?”
I did as she requested and the pink-glowing demi girl straddled me.
The apex of her thighs pressed against my manhood. I gritted my teeth, and forced myself to relax and let her have this time. She needed my patience when all I wanted to do was shatter her with pleasure.
Clove might be feeling hesitant, but she wasn’t uncertain.
She was determined.
She spent her time touching me. Tracing the lines of my arms and the ridges of my torso. It was as if her main goal was to etch every detail into her memory forever.
And by the blinding light of the upper realms, she had such soft, fluttering fingers.
She was fascinated by me.
And I was entranced by her.
Holding my gaze, I could see her gathering her strength.
Then she moved down my body, not taking her eyes off mine. Not even once.
Not when she held me in her gentle grip. Or when she took me into her mouth.
“Gods,” I choked out. “You don’t exactly need guidance, do you?”
I threaded my fingers through her hair while her warm tongue circled the tip of me. Every time her full, gorgeous lips parted as she bobbed her head down, taking me all the way into her mouth, my vision went a bit fuzzy.
By the demons of the Blood Lake, even the vibrations of her little moans and whimpers sent hot waves of fire up my body.
There was nothing in this world besides the grip of her hand, the heat of her mouth, or how that tongue lapped at me.
Eventually, when I was nearing my peak, I stopped her. “Before you ask: no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I want to save my energy for you.”
Her lust-glazed eyes were bright as she nodded. “Yes, Luc. I want all of it. All of you.”
“Then it’s your turn.”
“My — what ?”
She shrieked when I rolled on top. She was just as confused when I nudged her knees apart with my head.
Then she understood.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this.”
“Are you sure? Oh. Oh. ”
There wasn’t a spark of hesitation inside of me, and I didn’t hold back as I ran my tongue over her sensitive bud.
Of course. Of course she’d taste this delicious.
Her thighs twitched and shuddered. She writhed, gasping, trying to get away and push into me all at once.
“Gods, this shouldn’t be legal,” she moaned.
Her pink glow grew brighter and brighter.
I circled my tongue faster and then slid a finger into her entrance. She was absolutely soaked, and her walls instantly clamped down on me.
It took all of my concentration to keep myself from letting blind lust take over in a frenzy.
I anchored myself by watching her down the flat plane of her abdomen. She held her breasts, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Then, she caught my gaze. Whatever she saw there made her break. Completely.
The room flooded with her soft pink light. Her skin was feverishly hot as the orgasm rolled through her, and she pulsed against my tongue.
Finally, her shaking legs fell, splaying open. Surrendered.
She was covering her face with her hands, but I grinned when I saw the smile she was hiding.
“That definitely shouldn’t be legal,” she joked, peeking at me through her fingers.
The smile faded when she felt my hardness rub against her entrance.
I kissed her, channeling all of my intention and affection into it. Hands clutched around my neck, Clove braced herself, eager.
She was hot and more than ready when I slid into her.
I was slow, allowing her to stretch and adjust.
Clove, panting, bit hard enough on my lip to draw blood.
Fucking hell, this woman is violent when she’s turned on.
“Please, ” she begged. “I can’t wait… I can’t wait any more…”
“Goddamn,” I groaned. “You are going to be the death of me, Clove Willowborn.” I pulled myself out of her, and with a deep breath, thrust inside.
All the way to the hilt.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, head thrown back. The unmistakable cry of, “Yes,” was the only thing I heard.
I moved inside of her, deeper and faster still. She felt like absolute bliss.
Her cheeks flushed with pleasure. I wasn’t sure she was even aware of herself as she pleaded, begged, and moaned while she twisted the sheets beneath her.
She was a damn goddess splayed out before me, pulsing and radiating with need.
I clutched her plump thighs, fingers digging into her skin, and drove into her. There was something different about my first time with a mortal woman. Clove and I were filled with just as much desire, but it was somehow more passionate and raw.
Whatever it was, I knew I’d be craving it for the rest of eternity.
I’m not sure how long we danced with our desperate cries of pleasure. It seemed like days, and yet no time at all. The love bites on her skin, the nail marks on my back and shoulders, the destroyed bed and the scent of us everywhere.
It was a haze of desire and absolute surrender.
It didn’t matter how long we endured, though. Clove fell apart twice more, the last joining my own final moment.
Bodies shaking and utterly drained, I dropped onto the bed and grinned at the woman who’d taken all of me.
Even with my inexperience with mortal women, it felt natural to curl her against me as we caught our breath.
We fell asleep in a heap of blankets and skin.
Warmer than the fires of the Underworld.