The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,53

of my shirt while still lying beneath him.

This was where having wings helped. They were strong enough now to lift my shoulders off the ground so I could pull the open-backed shirt out from under me. Ron didn't have any problem with my pants, and as he eased them and my panties down together, he leaned in to kiss the point of my hip, and kept moving all the way down as he went. I tried to kick off my boots, but they were tied, and I couldn’t reach them.

Thankfully, Ron handled that as well, then he pulled all of it away, not caring where it landed. But when he made his way back up, it was with kisses along the inside of my leg. He didn't wince as he crawled closer, and his wings hung open above him, proving that pain was no longer a problem. Neither was desire, because I could feel it each time his hands slid over my skin.

When he reached the middle of my thigh, he paused, but I simply spread my legs in an invitation. Ron understood. His eyes hung on my pussy for a long moment, then he looked up to me.

"How do I make it feel good?" he asked.

I reached down and rubbed a circle around my clit. "This?" And I did it again. "Like a very little dick. Suck it, lick it, and play with it." Then I reached lower. "And this?" My fingers slid into my body, and I let my back arch so I could push deeper. "I think you know how that works."

"But not how it feels," he breathed as he leaned closer. "Moan when it feels good, beautiful."

And then he licked. From my entrance all the way to my clit, he learned my body by feel, it seemed. When he pressed against that hard knot, I moaned, and it wasn't intentional. He did it again, and then pressed his face closer and sucked, teasing my clit like he was playing with a nipple, and damn if it didn't feel good.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and bucked into him, setting the tempo. "Two fingers," I gasped. "Fuck me with them."

No, finding my opening wasn't elegant, but he had the idea. Ron wasn't new to sex, just new to sex with a woman. When his fingers slid inside me, I felt him inhale, the cool air rushing across my skin. Then he began to work me slowly, matching the rhythm I'd set.

I'd expected my first time with him to be a letdown, but I should've known better. Ron had spent far too much time thinking about what he'd do to a lover, and now he was getting the chance to prove it, but I didn't want to feel his hand. I wanted to see his face when another part of him was inside me.

"Ron," I begged, tugging gently at his hair to encourage him to look up. "That feels so good, but I want you." And I tugged again.

He made his way higher. "I'm nervous."

"I'm not," I promised as I hooked my leg behind his ass. "But I need you to be sure."

Then his dick pressed against my mound, lined up all wrong. "I'm sure," he said, "but you have to help me."

Well, fuck being all sexy about this. I simply reached down between us, grabbed him by the shaft, and lined him up. Then I lifted my hips until he was right there, pushing inside me. All he had to do was thrust, and the moment I got my hand out of the way, he did.

The look on his face would've been comical if it wasn't so amazing. I'd never truly understood the definition of awestruck until that moment, but as he buried himself inside me, his eyes went wide, his mouth fell open, and then his lids slowly slipped down as he took in all of the sensations.

"You feel so good," he groaned. "I had no idea."

And then he slid out, only to rock into me again. Each time he entered my body, he groaned, moaned, or grunted, making no attempt to hide how much he liked it. Beneath him, I'd never felt more beautiful than I did in that moment. Ron tried to be a good lover. His hands moved to my waist as if he was going to caress, but then they stalled out.

"I'm sorry," he panted. "I'm..."

No, he wasn't amazing, but he'd chosen me. Of all the women in the worlds we