Bat Out of Hell (Promised to the Demons #2) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,39

of fabric aside and licked that very same wetness.

"Ohhh...no...never." I clutched his shoulder, steadying myself.

“Are you sure you haven’t been tempted by Daisy and her bond marriage?” he asked, after the briefest pause.

“I—I would never think of it.”

He cocked his head a fraction. “I can’t believe you haven’t even thought of it.”

“Bevan, do you want me to think about it?”

“I certainly want you to consider your options so that you know I’m really your favorite option.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, as it sounded almost like he had thought about bond marriages himself in the last few days. But the only thing he’d been doing for the last few days was…spending all his time in the library with Piers.

Hmm.

"Spread your legs a little more, if you want me to go deeper,” he said.

"Do I?"

"You do."

"Oh, I do..." My knees nearly gave out as his tongue thrust deep within my folds and quivered its way out of me again, only to curl back in, stroking every nerve I possessed along the way.

Right now I didn't sense any of the demon inside him, and I was comforted that maybe I was only imagining things, because if he was going to get possessive with me, it would certainly be now. Instead, he was the opposite.

Although Bevan certainly hadn't grown back to his original size.

When I was about to collapse, he shifted the little strip of fabric that comprised the panties back over my very wet pussy and leapt back up to his feet, then hooked his fingers around the strings of the underwear and tugged me toward the bed. He sat down in front of me.

"Help me get this off," he said, tugging at his neckwear.

My fingers started working the knot, trying to figure it out. "This is tricky!"

"Maybe the faeries like it tricky, but I don't."

As I fussed with it, his hands cupped my ass and his fingertips gently stroked my skin, keeping me extremely in the mood. Once the necktie was loose around his neck, I popped a few buttons of his shirt and tousled his hair.

"What?" he said, his eyes shining at me fondly.

"I just like looking at you sometimes."

We worked together to get the rest of his clothes off, and then my lingerie came last. Soon, we were nestled together in bed with the fire warming our skin. I opened my legs a little, inviting him in, and he certainly took the invitation, filling me up in one confident thrust. I wriggled a little to adjust the fit. At first, I always did miss when he was a little smaller, but then as I got used to his size, I was very glad.

It had felt like such a long day that I savored losing myself in the pure sensation of him inside me and the rhythm of our bodies moving together in silent understanding. I could still look at him. His skin was always more beautiful by the fire, and my fingers played idly with his hair, pulling one lock after another into the wrong place and then putting them all back. Well, as much as curls ever behaved themselves.

It wasn't long before we had both reached a climax, and it almost felt routine by now, but in a good way. I liked routines, but I certainly never had a routine like this back home. I would be very happy going to sleep like this every night forever, full and spent and glowing, with our bare limbs still tangled up together as he pulled a blanket over us both.

"So we're doing this thing," Bevan said.

"You're referring to the very dangerous voyage to the edge of the faery realm, right?"

"Yes. I was just thinking how I could fly to the temple and you can't, unless you let me carry you in my toes."

"I still don't think I'd like that."

"You've seen that my bat form is definitely bigger than your toad form."

“I would only trust you if you had hands. I wish I could see the temple, but if you're the only one who can get there, I trust you to report back."

"Are you afraid of heights, toadlet?"

"Yes, but flying people can't bother non-flying people about a fear of heights."

"I wondered if we should bring Piers..."

"He can't fly."

"No, but he knows a lot of magic, and magic history, and magic languages."

"Then, we probably should."

"I wasn't sure if it would bother you."

"It's much more likely to bother you!"

"It should," Bevan said. He sighed. "I think I'm starting to like Piers. He has