The Demon's Song - By Kendra Leigh Castle Page 0,58

circles and light flicks of his finger, playing her until she was arching against him, throbbing at every push and pull until she was whimpering, so close to climax that she could barely breathe. She could hear Phenex’s increasingly ragged breaths behind her as his hips began to move more quickly. She throbbed beneath his hand, against his cock, tightening…

Then without warning he was gone, pushing back from her and leaving her quivering.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice soft and strained. “On your back, Sofia.”

She did as she was told, the only time she’d had absolutely no reservations about following Phenex’s command. He moved to kneel between her legs, pushing them apart so that her knees were slightly bent, her feet flat on the bed. Then he sank down, his own knees spread apart. Sofia watched him rise before her, in awe of what she saw. Before her this way, his alabaster skin bared and his black wings flared, he looked like nothing less than some dark and ancient god…or a fallen angel. His eyes burned vivid blue, and the look in them, a desire as hot as eternal fire, was only for her. They roved over her prone figure, caressing her heated skin without even touching her. When they finally returned to meet her gaze, there was something almost reverent in the way he looked at her.

“You are the most beautiful creature,” he said, his voice a seductive melody.

“Not like you,” Sofia breathed. She pushed up so that she could stroke her fingers over his lips, down his chest. He allowed it, though his muscles jumped and flexed with even the lightest brush. He was a wonder, Sofia thought. Pure masculine perfection. She could touch him for hours, exploring every inch of silken skin. But not this time. Not when she still ached and throbbed, when his cock thrust upward between her spread legs, taunting her with how it might feel to have him deep inside her.

She dragged her fingers down Phenex’s chest again, this time all the way down until she’d wrapped her hand around a shaft that felt like it was covered in hot silk. She saw the way his muscles tensed, heard the shudder in his breath. His hips twitched as she gave a small, testing stroke.

“Sofia,” he ground out. “I don’t think…this time—”

“Uh-uh. Turnabout is fair play.”

He didn’t fight it, though she could see it was a struggle. Before he could change his mind, she began to work her hand up and down his cock, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. He was so hard, the heat radiating from him incredible. Phenex’s head tipped back, his eyes slipping shut.

“Ah,” was all he said, a soft, broken sound.

Sofia’s breathing was uneven as she watched him, as she felt him begin to rock his hips in time to her strokes. It was heady stuff, holding him in her hand, controlling his pleasure when she knew that nothing could ever truly control a man like this. He’d given her power over him, willingly. It was a revelation—one she tucked away to take out and marvel over later. For now, she wanted to share.

She stopped stroking him and moved her hands to his hips, waiting until he opened his eyes to look at her, his question unspoken. Sofia nodded.

“Now,” she said.

Relief flashed across his face, bright as day. Then his wings snapped fully out at his sides as he pinned her to the bed, hands at either side of her head, in a single, swift motion. Then he drove into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Her hoarse cry mingled with his at the sudden, intense pleasure of their joining. He stretched her tight, filling her completely, throbbing deep inside. Phenex was still for only a moment, and Sofia looked up at him to see his eyes slip shut, his mouth opening to reveal the shining points of his fangs.

This time, they didn’t frighten her at all. Still, it was something of a shock to realize that not only was she not scared of them, they were actually a turn-on.

Then she stopped thinking altogether as Phenex began to move in her. Sofia gasped, arching into him as he set a pulsating rhythm that wound through her and made her swell around him, made her slick with need. However hot she’d been before, he pushed her higher, further, harder, until there was nothing but their two bodies sliding against one another, nothing but the low, rough sounds Phenex made