Page 29 of Cuddly Demon

Saint's eyes fill with tears. "No one's ever done something like this for me before. It's perfect."

He takes the flowers and inhales their sweet scent. His fingers brush mine as he looks into my eyes, and I swear I can feel the love radiating off him.

"Thank you," he whispers. "You're too good to me."

I grin, resting my head on the pillow. "Anything for you."

Saint uncorks the wine, then hands it to me. I take a long, slow sip, relishing the taste on my tongue.

I give it to Saint next, who does the same. He settles back into his pillow, sniffing his flowers, enjoying the rosé.

"I have to tell you something, Onyx. It's something that... I'm not sure you'll be comfortable with."

I furrow my brow. "What?"

"Well, it's my family. They're quite overbearing, and because I'm an English major, I'm practically dead to them. They wanted me to become a lawyer and work at their firm. In their eyes, I rebelled."

My lips curl. "Tell me more."

Saint takes a deep breath. "They likely won't accept you because you're a demon. They'll never understand why I have feelings for you, and you must know that I do like you. Really, as real as the bed we're sitting on."

I take both of Saint's hands in mine, squeezing them tight. "They don't need to understand. I'm here for you, and that's all that matters. I feel deeply for you too, and your family can't change that."

Saint smiles, and I see the tension in his body melt away. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

"You won't break up with me because I don't want to suffer through law school, will you?"

"That's a joke. Right?"

Saint rolls his eyes. "Yes."

"What you do with your life is your decision. I already know you're brilliant, so whatever choices you make are the right ones. I'm sure your parents have your best interest in mind, but they're going about it the wrong way. Parents should never force their children into something they don't want to do."

Saint gives me a relieved smile. "Thank you for listening. You made me feel a little better."

Saint's eyes lock on mine. All at once, he rushes forward and kisses me.

The taste of wine floods my mouth, and I groan as he plunges his tongue between my lips, desperate to grow closer to me.

I take control—I push him back on the bed, climb on top of him and swirl my tongue between his cheeks, cupping the back of his head to support him.

Saint moans, grinding his hips into mine. "I feel you."

I bring his hand to my massive erection. "You do, eh? My big demon cock pushing into your chest?"

"It's so big."

Fighting a growl, I sink my teeth into his ear. "Bigger than the Kraken?"

Saint screams, ripping his PJ top off and surrendering to me. He spreads his legs, grabbing my rough fingers and grinding them on his male parts, massaging his folds.

"Take me," Saint begs, his cheeks pink. "I need you."

"You're not ready yet."

I'd never make love to Saint before he's ready. Informed consent is the most important thing two partners can practice.

"Do something." Saint sinks his fingertips into my hand. "Anything."