The Demon's Song - By Kendra Leigh Castle Page 0,57

beneath her own, and the gentle breathing sending puffs of air against the back of her head. And spread over her body from neck to feet, draped over the blankets, were soft black feathers.

Phenex had held her in her sleep, wrapping her in his wings. The realization, especially after the way they’d left things last night, filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets. He might not say he was sorry. In fact, he probably wouldn’t. She wasn’t really sure he knew how. But in this case, actions spoke louder than words, and she’d take it.

As her thoughts lost the fog of sleep, her body continued to wake up. Now she could feel the hard muscles of his chest, the long, lean muscles of his legs. And most distractingly, there was a distinctive bulge pressing against her backside. One that grew more pronounced when she used stretching a little as a pretense to wriggle back against it.

The hand on her hip came to life at that point, fingers tightening to press into her skin.

“Keep that up and I’m not going to be responsible for what happens. I don’t do impulse control this early.”

He breathed the words directly into her ear, his breath making her skin tingle.

“Do you ever?” she asked, amused even as her body stirred to full awareness.

“If I didn’t, I would have had you the first night we met.”

Those words, and the hunger they hinted at, took whatever impulse control she had and lit it on fire, burning it to ash in a matter of seconds. Even with her world turned upside down, she knew two things for certain. She wanted Phenex. And she was tired of waiting.

Slowly, deliberately, she arched back into him again, grinding against the cock that now stood at full attention beneath the thin fabric of whatever he was wearing. She heard the hiss of his breath, felt the way every muscle in his body tightened against her. Then the hand at her hip slid up to cup her breast. When he toyed with the nipple that was already a tight bud beneath the thin cami, she couldn’t hold back the soft moan that welled up in her throat.

Phenex’s tongue flicked out to tease her earlobe before he whispered, “You were warned.”

Sofia’s breathless laugh turned to a gasp when he gave her breast a hard squeeze, sending pleasure sizzling through her, pooling hot and wet at the apex of her thighs. He seemed to know, his long, talented fingers slipping below the waist of her shorts to tease and stroke.

“Mmm,” he purred. “I think you like this.”

Sofia couldn’t formulate a response, apart from a soft, choked sound as he swirled his finger around the swollen bud of her sex. Slowly. Very, very slowly. Sofia pressed her hips against his hand, wanting more. She reached behind her, flattening her hand against his muscled flank, urging him against her.

“Like this?” he asked, almost a whisper, as he began to press rhythmically against her, urging her against his deft fingers even as the feel of his cock drove her mad in an entirely different way.

“Tell me,” he murmured, and she could hear the way his voice had roughened with desire. She wanted that, wanted to know he needed this like she did. Somehow, she summoned the words, sliding one foot up the outside of his leg as she opened for him.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Like this. Just like this.”

“But I can make it better.”

He nipped at her earlobe, then briefly shifted his attention to pushing the shorts down her legs and off. She did what she could to help, her movements shaky and anxious. Her body didn’t want to do anything but melt back into him, and it seemed to resent being commanded to do something else. When those were off, shoved somewhere toward the footboard beneath the covers, Phenex moved away from her. She heard the rustling as he removed what had felt like boxers, and Sofia took the opportunity to pull her cami off, flinging it somewhere in the direction of the door.

Phenex chuckled as he pulled her back against him. “Anxious?”

“Maybe.” She hooked her foot behind his thigh, giving him full access to her heat. Phenex flattened his hand against her lower belly.

“Me, too.”

He moved his hips, and then the length of his cock was sliding between her legs, slick with moisture and creating slow, deliberate friction without entering her. He began to fondle her clit again, teasing in small