Cipher (Demonica Underworld #8) - Larissa Ione Page 0,34

lifted his head, a flush staining his cheeks, a primitive hunger in his eyes. She knew how that felt, because she was starving too.

“You okay with this?” His mouth quirked in a teasing smile. “Or do you wanna eat first?”

Was he kidding? “You want to eat?”

“Food? No.” He dropped to his knees and in three smooth, fast moves, he unbuttoned her pants and yanked them to her ankles. In two more moves, he had them flung across the room.

He gazed up at her, the stark, male need in his expression making her glad for the wall behind her. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like this.

No, not like this. Dailon had viewed her with lust, but it had seemed...tamer somehow. Maybe because her virginity had sat between them like a chaperone. He’d been willing to fool around, but he was less willing to “foul an angel.”

The memory of Dailon pricked her heart. Maybe now wasn’t the time to do this. “Cipher—”

His warm mouth covered her mound through the silk of her panties, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting. Okay, she was wrong. This was the time to do it, and she moaned as his tongue probed her valley, the dampness from his licks blending with her wet arousal. He stroked her with his tongue, and at the rasp of sensation across her clit she rocked her hips and let out a strangled sound as the first tremors of bliss snuck up on her.

But he denied her, the bastard, his impish gaze catching hers as he sliced a fang through the elastic leg of her panties. An erotic growl rolled in his throat as he spread her legs roughly, splitting the fabric with a delicate rip. Now she was open to him, her hot flesh exposed to the cool air and his gaze. Her face went hot and her instinct was to close her legs, but he held her prisoner, and she didn’t have the willpower to fight it. Especially when he glanced up at her, his blue eyes ablaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, so reverently she nearly broke down in tears. Holding her with his gaze, he captured her sex in his open mouth and kissed her deep.

“Cipher,” she whispered as she threw her head back against the wall and allowed herself to simply feel something other than the cold misery of life in Sheoul. “This is...so...good.”

He made a humming sound that vibrated through her flesh, taking her breath and her thoughts. Gripping his hair, she arched into him, riding his lips as they nibbled at her swollen bud. He brushed them from side to side and suckled gently before licking at her with the flat of his tongue as his thumb dipped inside her. Waves of ecstasy pummeled her as he rimmed her opening, spreading her juices and teasing her out.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.”

She cried out as his tongue carried her over the line, hurling her into orgasmic bliss. Sharp bursts of pleasure spread from her pelvis to her breasts, taking her breath and, nearly, her consciousness.

Her legs went jelly as the climax ebbed, but he caught her, lifting her as he spun her toward the bed. The backs of her legs hit the mattress, and they both tumbled onto it in a messy tangle of limbs. His masculine weight pinned her deliciously, and she wrapped her arms around him as she spread her thighs to accommodate his big body.

Smiling up at him, her gaze locked with his, she wedged her hand between their bodies to tear open his jeans. He shifted, bracing himself on one elbow to allow her access. Her fingers found the outline of his hard length under the fabric, and he gasped as she squeezed him, toying with him before she flicked open the top button.

The click of the button popping accompanied the soft whisper of a cool breeze.

Oh, shit.

She froze, sensing a presence. Cipher’s head cranked toward the entrance and he snarled, a bloodcurdling rumble that echoed off her walls.

Son of a bitch.

Lyre didn’t need to look to know that Flail was standing in the doorway.

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Cipher leaped to his feet and put himself between Lyre and Flail, his wings sprouting before he could stop them. But fuck it, they were shielding Lyre from Flail’s view as she dressed, and they made a pointed display of neener-neener, my wings are bigger than yours. And if he accidentally zapped Flail with one