Page 45 of Cuddly Demon

Saint grins. "That sounds awesome. We'd just have to make sure that you don't eat all the popcorn before I get the chance to have any... like last night."

I smile wickedly. "That's what happens when you live with a hungry demon like me."

Saint feigns shock and points his fork at me. "I didn't sign up for this kind of torture."

We both burst out laughing. "As long as we have two TVs, we're good."

Saint shrugs. "I, for one, enjoy watching drag queens strut their stuff with you. It's pretty entertaining. And the contestants are so sassy."

I nod in agreement. "That's true. But there are lots of other shows we can watch together, like The Great British Bake Off."

Saint raises his eyebrows. "You'd really want to watch that?"

"I think it'd be fun," I say with a smile. "We could have our own little movie nights every week. And when you get inspired to bake, you can whip me up something delicious."

Saint grins and takes another sip of wine. "Alright then, it's settled. We'll get two TVs... except for the one in our room. That one will be reserved for video games."

I roll my eyes and laugh. "Don't even think about it. We both know how competitive you get when it comes to gaming."

"Hey, what can I say? The thrill of victory is just too sweet."

I take a sip of wine and shake my head in mock exasperation. "You're hopeless," I tease, reaching over to ruffle his hair affectionately.

"Maybe," Saint replies with a shrug before turning serious again. "But at least we'll never be bored living together, right?"

"You can say that again."

After clearing Saint's plate, I lift him onto the counter. "God, you're cute tonight."

"That's so funny." Saint runs his hand down my chest. "I was thinking how great you looked, Mr. Chef."

"We're doing nicknames now, eh?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

I crush my lips to Saint's, a spark of electricity making us both gasp. His hands tangle in my hair, and I pull him closer to me.

His tongue dances around mine, exploring the contours of my mouth, and my heart slams wildly in my chest.

I break away for a moment to catch my breath before pressing back into him again with triple the force. Our kiss is explosive now, jam-packed with desire and longing that only intensifies with every passing second.

We cling to each other desperately as hot growls escape me, ferocious and primal.

I piston my hips against Saint's. "I know what you want, naughty little devil."

"You're the devil. I'm the saint." Saint unzips his pants and spreads his legs.

"Do you mind that we're in the communal kitchen?" I ask, glancing around. "Anyone could walk in."

"Not if you don't," Saint whispers.

With a growl, I rip his briefs off, drop to my knees, and spit on his gaping hole. I attack his folds like a wild animal, swirling my tongue around his sensitive flesh. Saint whimpers and moans as I go deeper and deeper, pushing my tongue inside of him.

I switch up my technique, alternating between long, languid strokes and fast, frenzied licks. I move to his balls, lathering them with my saliva before returning to his cock and pushing him over the edge.

His body pulses and quivers beneath me, and soon he's screaming out with his impending release.

"Oh God," Saint pants, leaning against the counter for support.