Page 48 of Craving Demons
The server arrived and gave us our drinks.
“Ah… yeah…” I tried not to be too put off by his beloved pet being a hellhound. And now I was desperately searching for another topic.
Thankfully, he saved me.
“What about you?” he asked. “Do you have any pets?” Those dark eyes of his sparkled with faint shimmers of light in the void.
I frowned and sighed. “No, we used to have a cat. My eldest daughter named him Ramses the Great, but I called him Ra-Ra.”
Grey choked on his ginger ale, eyes bulging a little. It sort of looked like he was trying not to laugh but failing miserably.
“What?” I asked.
“You don’t know Ramsey’s full name, do you?” he laughed.
“I just thought it was Ramsey.”
“No… It’s Ramses the Great. He’s the son of Set and was a pharaoh of Egypt long ago.”
“So, my cat…?”
“Was named after Ramsey, yes.” Grey breathed another laugh. “He’lllovethat.”
Given how Grey said it— “I take it Ramsey doesn’t like cats? I thought Egyptians worshiped them or something?”
Grey shook his head. “No, not quite. They were revered, but not worshiped. It was thought they were Holy vessels for the gods, which means to Ramsey, every cat is just his relatives checking in on him.”
I laughed. “Oh… that’s unfortunate.”
“Indeed,” Grey said and laughed a bit more before giving a long sigh. He returned his hand to my back — which he’d withdrawn when choking — and began tracing lines over my shoulders, back, and neck.
I shivered at his touch once again, especially when it brushed up into my hairline. I hadn’t had time to do anything fancy with my hair, so it was just up in a ponytail.
His seeking fingers paused after a moment and he whispered, “Is this too much? Should I have asked permission to touch you? Do you consider that a part of Harmonia’s rules?”
“No, touching is good,” I purred, wanting more than just the light and flirty brush of his fingers.
“And… kissing?” He leaned in close, our faces too close to see clearly, our hot breath mingling between us. He shifted to one side just a bit, his lips brushing my cheek as he asked, “Would you allow me to kiss you?”
Hell yes!
“Yes,” I breathed, the horny side of me shocked I’d agreed so easily.
But Grey was just so hot and near, and I was desperate for contact. I’d spent all afternoon fucking myself but hadn’t felt the press of a kiss in what felt like ages.
A warm, soft, chaste kiss brushed my cheek, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on my skin. Heat pulsed within me, tingling over every inch of my skin, then seeping down to pool in my core once again, quickly bubbling to a boil.
And when he kissed his way over my cheek to my lips, tasting and tentative, I moaned softly against him, my entire body blossoming with heated need. I felt it like I’d felt my aspect earlier with Harmonia. It tingled warm on my skin and pounded in time with my heart and it made all my lady bits loose and lubed.
I gave myself over to him, as one kiss turned to many and we plucked and played. Then, his tongue brushed across my lower lip, as if asking permission to enter.
Come on in!
I opened to him and felt the warmth of his tongue on mine, seeking and deep. I moaned, louder this time as we merged, our kiss becoming a long and lingering hot-as-hell affair.
His hand on my back came up to the back of my head, threading into my hair to press me closer, and my hands also went exploring.
One came up to brush into his thick dark hair and keep him close, the other began on his shoulder, then slid over his suit, feeling the hard planes of his shoulders and chest beneath.