Demons Like It Hot (Demons Unleashed #2)(70)

“Nah,” he said with a long lick down her cleavage. “You’re still pure.”

Oh no. He wasn’t stopping now. She might have pure blood, but that didn’t mean she had pure mind. She reached for his zipper and yanked it down.

She caught a glimpse of black-and-red polka dots, shielding his manhood from her view. “I was hoping you’d lost those,” she said tracing her fingertips across the silky fabric.

Matthias gulped, the pulse bobbing along his neck. She might as well give him a show. With a reluctant breath, she moved back to her own body, tracing her fingers up her sides and over her back.

“What are you doing?”

“This.” She unhooked her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders and off her body. She moved her hands back down her body to trace along the hem of her matching panties.

“You are a temptress,” he groaned, pushing her down against the pillows.

“No, I’m just demonstrating how you undress.”

“Clothing has changed a lot since I last did this.” Matthias said, placing kisses along her collar and down her cleavage. “Could you help me?” He blew a long breath over one of her nipples.

Her nipple pebbled instantly as his breath swirled around the sensitive nub. Hot moisture pooled between her thighs. “I can’t concentrate,” she managed to breathe out.

“I imagine that means I’m doing a good job?” He swirled a tongue across one nipple, his calloused fingers kneading the other. His other hand roamed down her stomach to trace along her navel then lower, to graze the elastic band of her panties. She never knew foreplay could feel so good.

“Please,” she gasped, her hips grinding up against his hands.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to complicate our arrangement.”

“It’s just sex.” But was it really? She’d had sex enough to know that nothing ever felt this explosive before. Then again, she’d never done it with a demon before. Maybe that’s why. But seriously, did it matter? She just wanted to feel his body against hers.

“Yes, just sex,” he murmured, his mouth moving lower, between her breasts and further down her stomach. With slow, almost agonizing movements, he slid her panties down her legs and off her feet.

“Much better,” he murmured.

“I know what would make it even better.” Serah reached out to grab the waistline of his cargo pants. “Getting these pants off you.” To finish her sentence, she traced her fingertips across the bulge of silk popping from his pants.

Matthias groaned. “You know not what you do.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” She laced her fingers into the fabric and yanked both pants and boxers down. She had never thought that particular part of the male anatomy to be attractive. Until now.

It jutted out, the rosy tip beckoning her to reach out and touch it. She’d never seen one so thick. He was definitely more than a handful. It was pure torture keeping her hands to herself.

Nibbling her lip, she fought back the urge to reach out and trace her fingertips against the bulging veins. Would he like it?

“Is something wrong? Are you scared?”

Hell no, she wasn’t scared. Not in the least. She finally found her voice. “Can I touch you?” She flashed an attempt at a seductive smile. “There?” Her gaze roved over his hard length.

He reached out and snagged her wrist, wrapping her hand around him. She moved her hand up and down, enjoying the sensation of soft skin, veins, and hardness sliding in her hand. Then it throbbed. Her heart thudded. God, it felt so good.

“Serah,” he groaned. “I can’t hold back any longer, but I need to know if you’re ready.”

Ready? She was more than ready. She was ready to burst. “Trust me, I’m ready,” she said with a long stroke up and down.

His breath hitched. If she kept moving her hand like that, he wouldn’t last much longer. With as much willpower as he could muster, he pulled Serah’s hand from his member.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he growled, his hands stroking the smooth skin of her thighs. He shouldn’t be doing this, but she had him so worked up. So hot. He couldn’t resist.

“Please touch me,” she said, her tongue darting along her lips. “Like I did you.”

How could he refuse such a heartfelt request? He traced his fingertips across her inner thigh. With his other hand, he crept around, stroking and kneading her buttocks.

She inched her legs open, giving him full access to her most sensitive regions. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t beautiful. With slow, sweeping strokes, he traced his fingers through the soft curls crowning her mound. He moved lower, brushing a fingertip across her clit. She gasped, her body quivering against him. He circled again, pressing a little firmer into her mound.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body thrusting upwards. “Oh God. Please.”

“What do you want?” he whispered, tracing his tongue along her earlobe.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

And there was no place he’d rather be, either. He nodded. With that, he pulled her legs up around him and pushed forward. Taking her lips with his, he thrust deep.

Serah groaned, latching her legs around him. He wanted her to savor this. He didn’t want it to be just sex. He wanted to make love. He thrust hard but pulled back slow. God, she was so tight. He thrust again, hard and slow. Her body pulsing against him, she moaned.