Page 50 of Craving Demons

Slowly, torturously slowly, he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh back to my aching core.

My breath was ragged, my need screaming for his touch, and I squirmed, trying to get him to move faster. But that only made him smile against my lips and slow down.

“Please, Grey,” I gasped, my whole world focused down to the fingertips of his one hand and how far away they were from where I wanted them. “Please.”

I needed to come, every cell in my body screamed for a release. I trembled, unable to fully catch my breath, the anticipation ramping me higher and higher.

God, how could a man get me so worked up just by running his fingers up my thigh?

But I knew how. Grey was intense and gorgeous, and I couldn’t deny his pull on me.

Finally, he reached my folds, sending the shivering promise of an amazing climax rushing over me. With a mewl, I rolled my hips, desperate for more. I was so close, perched on a precipice, aching with the need for completion, for the bone-melting bliss building inside me.

“Not yet,” he murmured, as he pulled back from our crushing kiss.

I tried to rise and follow him, not wanting the kiss to end, but his hand in my hair kept me where I was.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, a raging fire burning in the depths of his dark eyes.

Oh. Wow.

Well, if the voyeur wanted a show who was I to deny him?

Slowly, I slid my hands over my chest and pulled down the top of my dress, freeing my girls and savoring the hitch in his breath when they fell free. In return, he trailed his fingers through my folds before brushing them over my clit, teasing me.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure and I bucked against his hand even as I rolled my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Except I was pretty sure I got more out of it than him, because playing with my tits when he was teasing my clit only increased the building need inside me until it was on the verge of shattering.

He worked me up, higher and higher, his thumb against my clit rubbing rough then soft then rough again while he teased my entrance with his fingers. They dipped and retreated, one at a time, then two, inching deeper and deeper inside me but not enough to fully satisfy me.

Fuck, was this one of his powers?

I didn’t know how it related to the hunt. Perhaps it was the hunt to wring the most perfect orgasm from my body. Hell, if I could think straight maybe I’d be able to figure it out.

Then, suddenly, he froze.

No. No no no no.

I grabbed the front of his suit, my eyes flying open, ready to yell at him, and instead fell, breathless and yearning into the deep darkness of his eyes. It was like time was frozen or drawn out, the tension, the need for release, still growing and growing inside me, waiting for him to finally release it.

God, I was so turned on, all he had to do was twitch the right way and I’d come.

The moment stretched out between us and his gaze raked over my tits and down to where his hand disappeared beneath my skirt then back up to my eyes.

The hunger there had deepened and his breath was quickly picking up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire.

His words sent a shiver rolling over me, and my hips twitch, the moment wrenching him back into action.

He plunged two fingers inside me, working me up until I was gasping and moaning and shaking, desperate for a release, for that final push, for God! Please!

Then he rubbed down hard on my clit and everything shattered. The world exploded into blinding white light, spinning me around and around and around. My pussy clamp down on his fingers, trying to milk them like a cock, even as he continued to pump them inside me, drawing out the blazing, brilliant bliss.

Oh, yes. Oh God, yes!This was exactly what I needed and so much more.

“Fuck,” he grunted as I slowly returned to myself.

Without a doubt, I’d left a puddle on this nice leather couch, but I didn’t care. Nor did I care that I was a sweaty, half-dressed mess of a post-orgasmic woman, because when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, all I could see was a bonfire of desire in his dark gaze.