up for the highest button on his shirt, Ron asked, "Do I get to at least sit, or should I pose for you?"
"I seriously like this new and playful version," I told him, feeling my own tail swish behind me. "I mean, I'd ask for the poses, but I have a feeling this is probably going to hurt. You know, not in the sexy way."
"There's a sexy way of hurting?" he asked.
I scoffed at him. "Hair pulling? Hello! Yeah, there can be some hot pain. I personally prefer the minor stuff."
He'd reached the last button and tossed his shirt on the ground. "Yeah, I'm with you on the hair-pulling. Slap on the ass can be nice too. Choking?"
"I'm more into the holding type than the erotic asphyxiation type," I said, dropping my eyes to his pants. "Those too, big boy."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Pretty sure I'm smaller than Sam."
"I wasn't talking about either height or muscle," I assured him.
And right on cue, Ron's cheeks turned pink. "Oh. It's not..."
"It's big enough," I promised. "I mean, no one's as big as Bel, but I can't swallow it all, so that has to count."
Ron just groaned. "And now it's hard. I'm going to need a minute."
"Nope." I just pointed at the ground. "Pants. Off. Now."
The problem was that watching him strip ruined the moment for me. Seeing him wince as he tried to pull his leg free was not sexy. Ron still looked beautiful, but I hated that such simple things caused him pain. Maybe he was used to it, but I sure as hell wasn't. Not that I would let him see it on my face. I was not about to make him feel like the cripple the demons had always called him.
Then, after he'd removed every thread from his body, he stood back up and spread both his arms and wings – as much as he could. "Happy now?"
Damn, but he was gorgeous. Ron had that same lean elegance I'd always liked in goths or skaters. It didn't matter that his pecs were only normal-sized or that his abs weren't standing out to be counted. He still looked good, and I took a moment to appreciate all of him, including the part that was still standing up for my attention.
"Very," I said, moving closer. "And I'm going to touch."
He groaned. "I can't decide if I love it or hate it when you tease me."
"Well..." I stopped just before him and reached down to grab both of his hips, one in each hand. "Just remember that my goal is to make sure you feel better when we're done, ok? Because I have a suspicion this isn't going to feel good. Just tell me if you need me to stop?"
He moved both of his hands to either side of my face. "I am in love with you, Sienna Parker," he said softly. "That means I trust you completely."
I tipped my head forward, pressing my forehead against his. "You are much too good for me, Ronwe."
"No. You simply don't realize how amazing you really are." Then he leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. "I can take it, but please do not damage yourself because you think I'm broken?"
"I think you hurt," I corrected. "And I think that if I have this much power, then it's my responsibility to do something about that. Not once have I thought you were broken." I looked into his starry eyes. "And asymmetrical art was always my favorite."
Then, without moving away from him, I closed my eyes and tried to feel him. Not just his skin under my hands, but the angles beneath as well. My goal was to make both sides match, and I wanted to start with his legs. Trailing my hands lower, I had to kneel so I could reach his knees. That meant dropping my wings so I didn't crush them into the ground. And yes, I noticed when he shifted his hips to keep his dick out of my face. It made me smile, but I didn't dare stop.
At his knee, I found the first major problem. The bones on his right weren't aligned the same as the left. His ankle was just as bad, but I had a feeling that fixing those would emphasize the position of his hip. My poor demon felt like a sculpture that had been pulled apart and then pushed back together, and the pieces weren't aligned quite right.
So I tried to heal that. It