Page 69 of Demon's Desire

Suddenly, he picked me up. I gasped as my feet left the floor and he pulled me up into the air. I started to try to wrap my legs around his waist, but before I could even manage that, he threw me onto the bed. My eyes flew open as I grabbed onto the blankets, looking for some kind of stability. I watched him as he moved from the foot of my bed to crawling on top of me, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me down.

“Is this what you want, little one?” he whispered, leaning over me.

My eyes were wide, and my heart was beating faster than a rabbit’s. This was everything I wanted and more. I nodded as quickly as I could. I tried to lean up to kiss him, but I couldn’t. He was pinning me down. I couldn’t move. Not unless he allowed me to.

And he didn’t. But he did lean down himself and kiss me even harder than before. I moaned against him, nipping at his bottom lip. I felt so weak compared to him, and I loved it. I wasn’t even sure how to describe what I was experiencing—the desire, the adrenaline, the passion—but I did know that I didn’t want to live without it ever again. It was everything I could have hoped for when I left home… and it was happening with a demon.

“Pick a word,” he ordered, his lips against mine.

“Wh-what?” I whispered.

“Pick. A. Word.” he repeated. “One easy to remember.”

“Um… r-red?” All I could think of were his eyes and the way they burned into me.

“Good.” He nodded, pulling back just enough so that I could see his face. He slid his hand under my head, cradling it. “You don’t like something, you want something to stop, you say ‘red,’ and I stop. That doesn’t mean you push yourself until it’s too much. I mean the second you dislike a sensation, an emotion, anything, you yell ‘red’ as loud as you can. That’s an order.”

I nodded quickly. “S-so… it’s a safe word?”

“Exactly, little one.” He moved his other hand to brush my hair out of my face. “We’re going to practice now. Can I bite you?” I nodded quickly. Under any circumstances, I’d never give someone permission to do that, or if I would, I’d ask half a dozen questions first. Right now, I didn’t care. I’d let him do anything he wanted. “Good. Now I’m going to bite you, and you’re going to say ‘red’ very loudly.”

“But what if I don’t want you to stop?” I whispered.

“Right now, that doesn’t matter. This is practice,” he said firmly. “I bite you, and you say ‘red.’ Okay?”

“Okay.” I swallowed hard.

He grabbed my wrist and raised my hand up. He put his mouth to my forearm and bit down on my skin. It wasn’t hard by any means. It was just pressure.

“Red.”

He pulled away immediately, dropping my arm and leaning down again. “Good. Remember to use that word, little one. Because after this, I might not ask for permission.”

“Yes…” I moaned at the thought and arched my back, pressing my hips against his.

Instantly, his hands were on my waist, tugging my sweater up and over my head. They quickly moved to my hips and did the same with my jeans, tugging them down and exposing nearly every inch of my skin. I shivered and reached up to undo the clasp on my bra, quickly pulling it off once I had. He pulled my panties off at the same time, leaving me completely exposed.

“Mmm…” A growl ripped through his chest. “Beautiful…”

He rubbed my waist for a second, then moved his hand up my torso to my breasts. He cupped one with his hand, then leaned down and put his mouth on the other. I gasped at the sensation. His mouth was so cool and wet. I felt my nipple grow hard between his lips. Then he started sucking.

“Oh!” I moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders. I pushed my hips against his again, grinding against his bulge. I could feel his cock through his pants, pressed right against my clit. I wanted to feel all of it…

He groaned and leaned up to kiss me. “Needy girl…”

“Mmhm…” I whimpered, kissing him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close. He moved his hand from my chest and down to his waist, where he started to pull off his pants. I glanced down at him and felt my face flush. Again, sex wasn’t exactly new for me, but I couldn’t recall ever seeing anyone quite as big as him. He had to be eight inches long if not more, and he was thick. If I weren’t already dripping for him, I’d have been worried.

“You like what you see?” He smirked, cupping my chin and forcing me to look up at his face.

I blushed harder and nodded quickly. He kissed me again, moving his other hand to my tits. After a moment, I felt his tip against my entrance. I gasped at first and my body tensed in anticipation, but he didn’t go any further. Instead, he slid his tip up between my lips to rub my clit. I moaned again and gripped his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

“Where’s the fun in this if I don’t get to tease you?” he whispered in my ear, kissing the side of my head before moving to kiss my lips again. For a few more seconds, he simply rubbed his tip against my clit, making me moan. It was like electricity was shooting through my body, stimulating every inch of me.

“S-Soul…” I whined.

“I don’t mind the nickname during the day,” he purred, stroking my hair. “But right now, I want you to use my real name.”

“Yes, Suldeargan,” I corrected.