a bitch. Now he was desperate to come, his every reaction giving her a toe-curling high.
When she licked the underside of his pierced shaft from the base to the crown, he bit out oaths. His mighty body quaked as she traced the slit of his cockhead with her tongue.
Her mouth against his heavy testicles stopped his breath. When she leaned down to nuzzle him there, unintelligible sounds left his lips.
Aside from power, she felt an overwhelming tenderness toward him, her husband.
This act would be between them alone.
He clutched the stone armrests, seeming determined not to touch her. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me!”
She had a good idea; his dick throbbed against her tongue. “Mmm. Your taste makes me crazy, demon.” Those hints of salt . . . she couldn’t get enough.
She fed on his raw reactions until her pussy ached. Needing to come again, she reached her free hand between her legs and rubbed her swollen clitoris. Her lids grew heavy.
“Fingering yourself? Now I know I’m . . . imagining all this.” His intensity warred with his vulnerability.
She had to slow her fingers, holding off the orgasm that threatened at any second. She drew him deeper into her mouth. When she sucked and licked at the same time, she watched in delight as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Helpless against pleasure—against her—his knees fell wide in surrender.
Sian wanted this never to end, but couldn’t withstand her kiss any longer. “About to come!”
She suckled him with greedy pulls, her lids fluttering. Her tongue lapped hungrily, her moans getting louder. Her arm twitched as she fingered herself.
“I-I’ll try to keep still, beauty.” As he fought not to buck his hips for more of the wet heat of her mouth, the stone in his grip started to crumble.
She took him deeper, drawing on his shaft till her cheeks hollowed.
Fuck, gods, FUCK! Each suck racked his body, a fresh torment.
She began to orgasm—and his shaft muffled her cries.
Done. “Defeated me, Lila. Coming. Coming. Coming! COMING!” He yelled so loud, the walls cracked. In his palms, the armrests disintegrated to sand.
Pulsations seized his cock over and over and over.
Pleasure rocked him. Ripped through him. Robbed him of all tension and concerns.
He floated while his mate still languidly kissed him. . . .
In time, he pulled her away, dragging her into his lap. With his legs sprawled and his body limp, he pressed kisses to her hair.
His culmination of the godsdamned ages had just shattered everything he thought he knew about sex.
She sighed. “I take it I did okay on my first attempt. Wait till I practice.”
“Little wife,” he groaned, “if you get any better at that, I’m a dead demon.”
FORTY-FOUR
Later that night, Lila and Abyssian lazed in bed. She lay within his wings, facing him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, his expression relaxed.
The sea breezes had picked up until she could hear the surf crashing. . . .
After their dining room encounter, Abyssian had traced her to the shower to rinse off wine. As he’d rubbed his callused palms over her, he’d said, “You can’t be done after coming two times. A third will make you sleep better, and you’ll be less likely to use me as your body pillow.” One thing had led to another. And another.
The promise of a life with him was seductive. Life in the fey court had once been seductive as well. She’d been protected from the M?ri?r, yet vulnerable to infighting royals. Now she was protected from other fey, yet vulnerable to the M?ri?r.
She’d learned never to lower her guard in the Sylvan castle. Could she with this demon?
How exactly would she tell him her secret?
You remember Magh, the evil bitch with the tainted line? Surprise! Your fated female is one of those disgusting descendants of hers that you think should die. On top of that, I was Saetth’s fiancée. S’posed to be his queen. I vowed to him that I’d deal you a blow, then I lied to you from our first moments on. See, I was a spy, just like Kari. Now I know history repeats itself, but I’m totally different from her—aside from being the same person engaged in the same type of scheming. . . .
What if he locked her in the tower again?
“Tell me what thoughts are hidden behind those spellbinding eyes.” Gods, the way he was looking at her . . .
With his millennia of yearning, the demon tugged at her heart.
She didn’t want to ruin this. She’d