Page 74 of Monsters' Touch
Do NOT think of that bottom-feeding male while I’m pleasuring you.
Yup. Got it. I gotta stop doing that.
Just as I grow accustomed to the buzzy-butt, the vibration ramps up, and an epic jolt of electricity jumpstarts my clit.
My hips rock, chasing the growing pleasure, and just as my toes curl and my back arches in preparation for a fantastic release, a rock hard demon dick stuffs me fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey.
My eyes fly open, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of him between my legs, all indigo skin and impossibly hard muscles. My breath catches in my throat as I take him in. The masculine beauty, the ferocious glint in his star-touched gaze, the enormous cock.
It’s only a moment and then he’s gone, but so am I. Lost to the primal pleasure he commands in me.
I don’t have time to come down, to process exactly all the ways Rhygel ripped me apart and put me back together. Because the moment I stop writhing, I’m in the air, pressed against the ceiling.
The fuckingceiling!
He’s touching everything at once, kissing my mouth, sucking my neck and both nips, squeezing my ass while also massaging my G-spot and lapping at my clit.
And did I mention he did this while keeping me on the ceiling?!
No one has ever seen a being as beautiful, as mighty, as you. I am honored to give your body such pleasure, Lily.
Even his damnwordsslide over me like a gentle caress.
My eyes roll back as my legs hook over something… shoulders?
And I see him again! Head dipped between my legs, beautiful, deadly horns sliding up my middle as he eats his fill of me.
I reach for the back of his head, but there’s nothing to touch, and I hate that. I want to touch him. I want to touch them all. Hold them all. Feel each one of them the way they’ve felt me.
I’m sorry, Lily. This is all I can give you,Rhygel says.
And it’s enough to bring me to another neighbor-complaining orgasm, but it’s not enough to fill the missing piece in my heart.
The piece exactly four demons big.
After what seemslike hours of pleasure, I clean up and Rhygel and I zoom through the night’s collecting. And this time, when he leaves in the middle of the night, he wakes me to tell me so I’m not startled by the new presence in my head.
Who’s coming?
Typhon.
OK. Tell everyone I say hey and I miss them.
Rhygel says nothing to this, but I sense, even in my half-asleep state, that my words have a great effect on him.
The rest of the week goes by much in the same manner—work in the morning, reaping at night and getting to know my demons more. Except, neither Rygel nor Mal broach the topic of psychic demon sex again, which, of course, I internalize as something I’ve done wrong.
When I’m not focused on work and reaping, I’m wondering why I’m so awful at demon sex.
No one says anything about it or suggests another go at it, so… so what else could I think?
At some point, I decide not to waste my energy worrying about never having devastatingly good demon sex with devistatingly sexy demons andonlyfocus on reaping, work, and the big party Michelle invited me to.
And even though it’s the day of the party, I’m still anxious and thumb-chewy.
Because the numbers only tell me so much.
I know it’s likely, based on current and recently added riders and addendums to personal injury policies, that something big is happening on Saturday. Social media tells me where, but everyone posting about the big Hamptons party has, so far, been tightlipped on any details. So I have no clue what the big death-event might be.