Page 25 of Cuddly Demon

I stroke him again, coaxing another orgasm out of him. He wails with pleasure, his hips rolling, and I'm in awe of his beauty and strength.

Saint's cum shoots over my body, and I enjoy every bit of it.

Jesus. Two orgasms in less than one minute. That must be a record.

Saint collapses in exhaustion. "That was amazing. I never thought it'd feel this good."

I chuckle, wrapping my arms around him. "That's why I'm here. To help you explore and learn more about yourself. To find out what brings you pleasure, and what makes you feel alive. Helping you does the same for me."

Snuggling against me, Saint breathes deeply, his body lax and content.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

We lay together in silence, my arms around him, until sleep takes us both.

This is the kind of connection I want with Saint.

I want us to be honest and open with each other and both experience the thrills of a fulfilling relationship.

I want us to be able to trust each other, to talk, to laugh together, and to create something beautiful.

Saint is so special.

I'm so lucky I'm in his life.

TEN

SAINT

I whisk the egg mixture diligently in the dorm's communal kitchen, preparing the best French toast the world has ever seen. I'm making breakfast for Onyx, and I'm determined to blow his mind.

My arm muscles ache from whisking, but I don't mind. Onyx's face when he tastes this will be worth it.

Onyx pads into the kitchen, his face lighting up when he sees the French toast. "My my my."

I turn to Onyx... and forget how to breathe. In his fluffy bathrobe, his blue muscles look delicious and refined. His thick black hair is wild and free, and when I spot his palms, I quiver when I remember how soft they felt on my shaft.

There's no one else in the communal kitchen right now, but even if there was, it wouldn't matter. When Onyx is in demon form, he's only visible to me.

"You look beautiful," I whisper. I don't want to sound so clingy, but around Onyx, it's tough not to.

Onyx grins, his cheeks flushing pink. "Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself."

"Saint," Onyx murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair. "God, you look good enough to eat."

He crushes his lips to mine. I moan, my tongue slipping inside his hot, wet mouth. Onyx tastes delicious, and I can't get enough.

"Let's not get too crazy." I grin, gesturing to the piping hot griddle. "I'm making you breakfast."

Onyx's eyes twinkle. "Smells better than the pancakes at the diner. That's so sweet of you. I can't wait to taste it."

"It's French toast with cinnamon and sprinkles. And whipped cream. That's setting in the fridge. You should never keep your whipped cream on the countertop while cooking. It'll turn back into regular cream, and no one wants that on their French toast."

Onyx helps me cook. He's a pro on the griddle which is a surprise, and he doesn't even flinch when he flips the French toast without even using an oven mitt.

That's the benefits of cooking with a paranormal creature used to extreme temperatures.

Onyx sits on one of the stools at the communal counter, and I plate his French toast, adding delicious blueberries and raspberries to the top.