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“NOT TOO TIGHT?” I TUGGED at the chain that held Vadim’s wrist at the corner of the padded table where he was lying. “We don’t want to obstruct your blood flow,” I muttered to myself, inspecting the other wrist and then the chain that secured his torso to the table. “If I do it right, you’ll need your blood flowing elsewhere.”
My demon was naked, sprawled on his back, hands and feet chained to the corners of the table in the middle of the meeting room at the Base.
The fingers of my bare hands brushed by his skin, without so much as the cold of one single snowflake to be felt, making me proud of our progress. It had taken us weeks—many trials, requiring endless patience from me and lots of determination from him—and here we were now, able to be completely naked together without worrying about me passing out any minute.
Vadim grew more and more confident about touching. And lately, we had been working on other forms of contact, too.
He seemed to worry less when he gave control to me. I suspected that lying on the table, tied hand-and-foot, he believed I’d have a chance to get away from him if things got too cold for comfort.
As for me, I was happy to do whatever would help him to relax.
“Alright, baby.” I hopped on the table, too, crawling on my hands and knees over him. “All your chains are fastened. Hold on while I take you on a ride.”
Carefully, I brushed my lips across his, once then twice, giving him a chance to adjust, but he lifted his head to meet my mouth, forcing me to deepen the kiss.
I smiled inside at his eagerness—despite his best intentions, my Grand Master had a hard time truly relinquishing all control.
“Ready for more?” I rocked back on my knees, his hard-on slapped against my butt cheek.
“Always am,” Vadim replied, his voice husky.
Crawling backwards, I settled between his spread legs and took in the view for a moment.
Spread-eagled, all muscles tight in anticipation, his magnificent erection straining up in the air, Vadim was a sight to behold.
“Come here.” I slid my palms up the thick muscles of his thighs, closing in on his shaft standing upright.
“Careful,” he gave me the usual warning.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to stop before your dick freezes my mouth.”
“Jade.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “The way you speak sometimes—”
I didn’t let him finish. Sticking my tongue out, I gave his tip a long lick, and the air left his lungs with a loud hiss instead.
We had done this before, on two occasions. Both ended with me passing out on the floor and Vadim fussing over me for days afterwards.
I was more optimistic this time. He’d been doing so much better generally lately. The fear and horrible memories that terrorized his mind, paralysing his ability to control his hunger, must be receding as he wrestled free from their power over him.
Thoroughly enjoying the feel of his skin under my palms and his taste on my tongue, I moved my hands up the hard ridges of his abdomen and wrapped my mouth around his hard length, taking in as much as I could. Just the fact that I could do this filled me with pride at our accomplishment.
Vadim’s abs tensed under my hands as I moved my head faster, sliding up and down over the thick veins on the surface of his glorious dick.
God, I loved the way he filled my mouth, but I had agreed to be patient about having him inside me. Vadim still seemed terrified by the idea of inadvertently pinning me under him in a moment of passion and draining me from the inside.
I flicked my tongue along his length, twirling it around his tip, and his hips bucked. His hard breathing halted for a moment, before erupting in a series of rugged grunts as he climaxed in powerful spurts. He jerked his legs, bending them at the knees, and the chains snapped to pieces around his ankles.
The chilly sensation ghosted my lips, numbing them for a moment.
Before the last tremor of orgasm fully rolled off him, I heard the rest of the chains crash to the floor.
“Jade?” He sat up, lifting me by my arms to him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled, rubbing my mouth and cheeks with both hands to chase away the chilly numbness. “Just a bit frosty around here. Very little this time, though. You did good, baby.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He rubbed my arms then squeezed my sides, hips, thighs, as if checking for any broken bones. “Not sleepy? Dizzy? Hungry?”
“Honestly, I’m fine.” I laughed. “Not horny anymore, though. But I know you can fix that.”
“I’d be delighted to.” The frantic movement of his hands along my body slowed down. Instead of squeezing, he was massaging now.
My thighs. My hips.
Then he slipped his hands up to my breasts, cupping them and kneading gently.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he rose to his knees on the table then lowered me down on my back.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, reaching for him. All sounds above a whisper seemed too loud right now.
“Always.” He took my mouth the way I imagined he would take me one day, with a greedy hunger and delightful care.
I spread my legs wider, cradling him. The hardening ridge of his renewed erection rubbed between my thighs, brushing against my core and making a sweet jolt of pleasure ripple through me.
I lifted my hips, pressing myself to him, and he rocked against me, sending another charge of liquid heat through my veins.
Breaking the kiss, Vadim slid down my body, leaving a trail of small, hot kisses on the way—along my neck then down to my left breast. He sucked the tip in, twirling his tongue around my nipple, then moved along my belly, past my navel, and lower, between my thighs.
My heart skipped when he dipped his tongue inside me. I arched my back with a moan as the heat began to pulsate wherever his tongue touched me.
“Payback time.” His voice was thick with satisfaction as he glanced up at me, his chin pressed against my most sensitive spot.
Through the warm haze of lust enveloping me whole, I saw his glowing red eyes. The sight of them only spurred my arousal. Then he dove back down again, licking, nibbling, and sucking, until I could no longer take it.
“Please, please, please . . .” I chanted, rocking my hips against his tongue as he kept filling me with sweet torture.
He slid a finger in me, rubbing from the inside as the pressure of his mouth on me intensified.
The heat coiling low in my belly exploded, rocking my whole body with pleasure, and he grabbed my hips to stop me from falling off the table as he squeezed every last tremor and shudder of my climax from me.
“Vadim . . .” I panted. “Baby . . .”
He pulled himself up my body, gathering me, happy and absolutely boneless, into his arms.
Everything about being with Vadim was amazing, but this right now was one of my favourite parts. Him being able to hold me—my naked body pressed to his, skin to skin—was something I could never take for granted.
Being here, wrapped into him like this—safe and warm, my body flushed with the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given me—was the only place I wanted to be at that moment.
“Dinner now and into bed.” Vadim got off the table, with me in his arms.
“We already had dinner, remember?” My arms over his shoulders, I settled against his chest. “I had salad and cabbage rolls, and you had a whole bottle of sparkling water.”
“You’ll need a snack after what we just did.”
The tone of his voice didn’t allow for arguing, but I still did. “I’m not hungry yet.”
He yanked the silk sheet off the table, tucking it around me on his way to the exit from the meeting room.
“A cup of tea with honey then?” His tone softened. “You need some calories to help you recover.”
“Fine, daddy.” I actually pouted, fighting a giggle.
“Daddy?”
“Well, taking your age into account, you’d be more like a many-times great grandpa . . . Oh, no,” I groaned, rolling my head on his shoulder. “I can’t think about you that way, but it’s true! You are hundreds of years older than me. It’s insane.”
His chest vibrated with a chuckle. “It’s a little too late to worry about that now. Don’t you think?”
“Right.” I leaned against his shoulder, savouring his familiar scent, the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms holding me.
The ever-present sting in my chest had been growing sharper with every day that brought me closer to my moving day.
I’d never felt the need for a man to complete me. In fact, I always thought my destiny was to have fun and end up alone. These prospects for the future never used to make me feel sad. I imagined myself as a cool, forever-young aunt to my nieces and nephews—someone who wouldn’t be stopped by wrinkles from wearing a bikini to her dying day and would surf the ocean until she needed a walker to get around.
I knew that a relationship with a demon extended a person’s life by centuries. Impossible to fathom for someone like me, whose relationships never lasted long enough to even speak of them in years. Spending an eternity with one person—be he a man or a demon—was just not realistic for me, I knew myself far too well to have any delusions about this. I liked and respected Vadim way too much to pretend otherwise.
Surely, he took my initial warning to heart, because he never brought up the possibility of my quitting my job and coming with him. He hadn’t offered to come to Moscow with me, either.
I felt his affection and his growing attachment to me every day. But I was the first woman he had been able to touch and enjoy without fear. It was to be expected he would develop some special feelings for me. Wasn’t it?
As to my feelings for him . . .
At the very least, I could be happy for him when we parted. With more freedom for Incubi than they’d ever had, Vadim would be able to skim the emotions off anyone he wanted when he moved to the States. And I could rest assured it wouldn’t take long before some lucky girl in Vegas claimed him for her own.
Something twisted painfully in my chest at the thought, and I gripped his shoulders tighter as he carried me up the stairs and into his room.
“A cup of tea would be great, baby.” I pressed my nose into the side of his neck. “Thank you.”