Sympathy for the Demons (Promised to the Demons #1) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,54

as he reached back and unbuttoned my dress. He slid the sleeves off my arms. It was a conjured dress but I let him tug it off me anyway. Under it, I had fancied up my bra to be black and lacy, which I guessed was how sexy bras should look. Judging by the look on his face, I’d done a decent job. I had some idea that Bevan would like my breasts more than the Franches, who wanted me to look like little Jenny forever.

“Gods,” Bevan breathed. “I thought I liked more ethereal women. But your curves just…do things to me.” He started battling against his own buttons and zippers and then he just waved a hand and made his clothes disappear, except for some black briefs. I guess he didn’t want to freak me out, although now his cock was even more prominent, strained against a thin knit fabric.

My eyes flew open. The firelight glowed against his olive skin and his body was also sexier than I expected, all lean muscle and a flat stomach with a thin line of dark hair that started just below his navel and led down.

“I’m really…struggling with patience,” he said in a low voice that was nearly a purr, as he unhooked the bra. He suddenly whipped a hand around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, so his cock was nearly resting between my ass cheeks, and he filled his hands with my naked breasts.

Now my heart was beating a million miles an hour and as he cupped and lifted my breasts and then pinched my nipples, wet heat exploded out of me between the legs and I gripped his thighs, moaning. I felt like I was finally becoming a woman, all at once, and it felt like spinning and falling, like a picture of Alice going down the rabbit hole.

It was also more wonderful than any Wonderland and I threw my head back against his shoulder and shut my eyes, whimpering a little as I felt his hands playing with my breasts. With every touch, the feeling of burning need between my legs grew, and I realized exactly how he felt and why it was so hard to resist.

“Yes, Bevan,” I whispered. “Yes, more…”

He met my mouth again and our tongues crashed against each other. He suddenly reached down and pulled my legs farther apart. His cock went farther, pushing against the spot between my legs.

“Time to get rid of your clothes now,” he said into my ear. “If you want more.”

I willed my underwear to vanish. It wasn’t hard.

Now he pushed inside me, as his hands were lightly pinching my nipples, and he was kissing me.

“Oh…ow! It does hurt.”

“I told you it would. But just go really slow and relax…” His voice sounded so strained that I knew going slow was the hardest thing in the world for him right now.

“Does it ever happen that men don’t fit inside at all?”

“No. I don’t think….but believe me, I’m not that impressive.”

When I tensed up from the pain, he would stop pushing, and caress my breasts and stroke me between the legs until I started to have the feeling that I needed more of him, even if it hurt. Then he could go a little deeper. I thought men mostly had sex with women by laying on top of them and pinning them down, but my position sitting on top of him made it pretty easy for me to pull back if I needed to, but I willed myself never to pull back when he pushed deeper, even if it made me cry.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. It won’t hurt as much every time after.”

“It’s okay, Bevan. It’s not like other kinds of pain. I want to get through it.”

Then he thrust a little more deeply all at once and he was all the way inside me, and I felt all stretched and full of him, and my body was on fire down to my fingers and toes. I didn’t feel like the person I had been anymore. I felt mature and beautiful and cherished. We began to move very slowly together in synch, finding our rhythm. I was still feeling a lot of pain and a lot of pleasure at the same time. I had never known those feelings could be so entwined.

“Oh, Bevan…,” I gasped. “I’m just so glad I stepped into the magical realm that day, and that you…you were willing to take me on as