“I’m not afraid. I can’t wait to see your demon again.” Lillie smiles encouragingly.
Stepping back away from the bed, I allow my demon to come forward. The shift is seamless and in a matter of moments, I’m taking a back seat to him. His emotions are always so carnal, so primal, and a feral smile inches up his face as he sees Lillie on her knees in the middle of the bed before him. The pale sheets pool just below her waist barely covering her. Long mussed chestnut-colored tresses flow over her amazing full breasts. She looks like a sacrificial goddess before her demon as she offers herself up to us. My demon needs no more encouragement.
32
My Demon Lover
(Lillie Joanna)
Sweet baby demons everywhere. Daxell’s alter-ego is sin incarnate. Both his forms are hot as Hades, but his demon is seriously smoking hot. I have to be the luckiest female in all the realms because they are all mine. One refined and the other as wild and feral as they come. They are mine and I will defend my claim to anyone who dares to challenge me. Once again I notice the charcoal hue to his skin and those eyes. By the gods, they would be freaky if it weren’t for how they soften when they land on me, just before the smolder takes over. Those black orbs have me all but melting in a heap in the middle of our enormous bed.
“Mine … Finally. My brother is a selfish bastard.”
“You were there, big guy, just beneath the surface, so don’t sulk. You call him brother?” I ask.
“Yes, little one. We are brothers, two halves of a whole. Except not. Only with you are we complete.” My demon stalks toward me.
Smirking, I say, “Use your time wisely, demon. Tomorrow we head out, but you know this already.”
He growls as he prowls toward me. I take him in. In all his naked glory. His ebony feathered wings glisten in the low light of the room. Soon he’s standing in front of me and says, “Little one.”
“Yes?” I breathe out.
His movements are quick and in mere seconds I’m on my back, his dark wings arch high above the bed, “It’s time to play.” His low chuckle rumbles through me and a shiver of anticipation rocks over me.
Reaching up, I caress his angular jaw, “What will I call you?”
My demon hesitates, “No one has asked that before? Daxell and I are a part of one another.”
“But you are different and yet the same. I just felt that I should call you by another name. Something unique to you. You are both important to me.”
Daxell’s demon hesitates. He cocks his head watching me, his mind racing, “What would you like to call me, little one?”
Running my hands down his sides, I moan. Damn this male is rock hard. Everywhere. Sighing, I look up into those solid ebony eyes, “I think I’ll keep it simple, I’ll call you Demon because you’re my demon.”
His low laughter rumbles through me as his talon clawed hands gingerly run over my exposed flesh. “That I am, little one. I belong to you and you belong to me.” His hold is possessive as he cradles me to his naked flesh. I feel his nostrils flare and he inhales deeply and my girly bits begin to quiver. “I will have what is mine.”
His position above me shifts, pressing down on me and oh good god I’m all kinds of turned on. “Love me, Demon,” I whisper
He stills above me. “I will claim you as mine. I will mark you so that everyone knows you belong to me. I will bend you to my will. I will mate you and forge our bond, but I do not know if I’m capable of love.”
Oh my.
His gaze is possessive and his embrace is almost punishing, but for the light caress of his sharply clawed hands. Reaching up, I cup his chiseled face. “That’s okay, I will show you. I will make sure that you have no doubt as to what it means to love another.”
His grip tightens, “Little one, you belong to me. That is all that matters.”
“No, that’s only part of it. In time you’ll understand.”
He cuts me off as he captures my lips in a rough and demanding kiss. A kiss meant to dominate, a kiss demanding submission. At first, I balk against his crushing kiss, and then I slowly open for him, allowing the bond between us to pulse and thrum with life. Understanding his need to dominate, I submit to him. Welcoming his touch. Pulsing with need, a thirst that only he can quench.
My demon relies on his baser instincts, but he is not a selfish lover. Oh no, he worships my body with every nip, every kiss, every bite, and every lingering caress. Even the touches that are meant to be punishing to satisfy his dark cravings for pain and obedience are arousing. Soon he’s pushing me over the edge in his wicked desire to own me, body and soul.
“My pretty little flower. So very delicate and yet you are strong. Our perfect match.” He croons as we lie cocooned in his wings while stroking my back and cupping my ass, pressing us closer together, even though not a sliver of space is between us.
I’m fascinated by his feathers and find myself stroking his primaries and whisper, “They’re so beautiful. I’ve always been a little jealous of my winged friends. Poppy’s wings are so different from yours, but still, she can fly. The Valkyrie’s wings are stunning and yet the one thing that I’ve always wanted to be able to do alludes me. The only time I have ever soared was in my spiritual form when delivering souls to The Overworld, but that’s really not the same. Is it? Stretching
