Sympathy for the Demons (Promised to the Demons #1) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,53
wanted to know what it felt like to have him touch me. And not just touch me gently, but touch me like I was a woman and he was a man and he needed and wanted me more than anything in the world. Bevan was a disciplined sort of person so I had never even considered that this would happen. I guess I didn’t entirely voice the wish until it was coming true, but now it was clear.
Far from being afraid, I wanted to feel Bevan’s hands, Bevan’s mouth, Bevan’s heat. I wanted him to let go. I wanted to know what it felt like to entwine with him and have him deep inside.
Even if Lord Variel could be a prickly person who was trying to shove me away to save face, I also felt sure that he knew what my heart wanted, and Bevan’s too. He was matchmaking, giving us the sort of happily ever after that he was too proud to ask for for himself.
I smiled. If our fates remained entwined, it would be fun to try and tease a happily ever after out for him too. But prophecy or not, I wasn’t the toad of his dreams. All I wanted was the man whose mouth claimed mine now.
“Mmm…” Emboldened, now I ran my hands through his hair as much as I wanted as he kept kissing me and running his hands down to the small of my back. He ground his hips against mine, and I felt the stiff shape in his pants rub against me through my skirt. My own hips responded like they knew what to do.
“Is that your penis?” I whispered.
He stopped kissing my neck. “Good lord, how do I answer that? Yes, of course it is; that’s the, uh, the crux of a lust spell.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve just only seen them on horses and dogs and statues. Well, pictures of statues. I didn’t realize it was so big.”
“I mean, thank you,” he said, his eyes narrowing with some amusement. “But…” He drew back. “I’m really not sure you’re ready for this.”
“How many times have you done this before?”
“I’m a familiar, same as you, so zero,” he said.
“Oh…so maybe you’re not ready.”
“I am more than ready,” he growled.
“But it’s a spell, so…maybe I’m actually taking advantage of you?”
He paused, a little more of a wicked smile flickering across his face. “Well, maybe you are. But it’s not your fault. It’s even harder to stop this train now that I’ve tasted you.” He licked my cheek. I had never realized how sensitive my cheek was, and how the skin would tingle in the wake of his tongue. “Just maybe don’t say ‘penis’ when you’re trying to talk dirty.”
“What do I say? Oh, it’s more like a book, I guess. Your throbbing manhood is bigger than I thought.”
He laughed. “Try dick or cock or something from a 21st century book.”
“Your cock,” I said, “is bigger than I thought.” Then I licked his cheek in return.
“I hate to ask what you expected.”
I ducked my eyes in shame. “Well, it’s…just that your pants don’t bulge like Lord Variel’s.”
“Yeah, okay, there it is. I don’t have a demon dick, you’re right. It does get bigger when…excited.”
“Oh. Yikes. Well, I am glad you don’t have a demon dick.”
He was laughing a little more. “Damnit, I’m so turned on it hurts but you’re making me laugh.”
“Do you know what to do?”
“I have a pretty good idea.” He raised his eyebrows. “It does usually get better from here on out, from what I understand. So don’t judge me. I really might hurt you.”
“I know.” I spread my legs around him. “I won’t mind, if it’s you.”
He ran his fingers through my hair now, and let out a low chuckle as his hand trailed to stroke my lips with a fingertip. “I’m not sure it should be this easy, but…I do want you. More than I ever knew I could want anyone. And it’s not just the magic talking.”
“I feel it too. That’s why it doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s too soon, but maybe it’s not. Maybe life is short anyway and we should just…let it get better and better.”
He wrapped his hands around my arms and pulled me up on the bed so now we were both sitting, my legs still straddling him, and he gave me another kiss while he gripped my arms, his lips soft and yielding, and then firmer, his tongue sliding against mine. I was breathing more quickly