The Demon's Bargain (A Deal With a Demon #4)(12)
“Deal,” Ramanu says. Their lips brush the shell of my ear. “You may leave marks on me. In fact, I would deeply enjoy wearing your claw marks.” They catch my wrist before lifting and turning it to examine my long nails.
“They’re magically reinforced and sharpened.” I don’t get into as many catfights as I used to when I was in my early twenties and drinking entirely too much, but old habits die hard.
“Perfect.” Their breath shudders out. “I like a bit of pain, but don’t maim me.”
“I have no interest in maiming you.” I’ve never done anything like this before. Oh, there have been plenty of conversations about limits and desires, but this feels different. Almost as if with every question and counteroffer, Ramanu is building a spell around just us two. It’s not magic, though. I can sense nothing in the air but our mutual lust.
“Lenora.” Their hand flexes on my hip. “May I come inside you?”
I turn to face them and carefully press my hands to their chest. We haven’t even kissed yet, haven’t taken off a single article of clothing, and I’m already shaking with need. Who knew negotiations could be this sexy? “It’s on the table.” I smile slowly. “But you’ll have to work for it.”
It’s only because I’m touching them that I feel their shiver. I love that Ramanu is so deeply affected by this. It makes me want to see what else deeply affects them. “Horns?” I ask.
“They’re not more sensitive than the rest of me, but I feel it when you touch them.” I reach up, and they lean down so I can drag my finger along one. Ramanu gives another of those delicious shivers and answers my unspoken question. “Yes, I like it.”
I drop my hand. “Is there any terminology you’d prefer I use for your body? Or not use?” The last thing I want is to do is say something wrong and jar Ramanu out of a good time. I want us both to enjoy this from beginning to end.
Their smile is so sweet, it lights up their face. “I appreciate the ask, but I’m not precious about language. Use what you’d like.”
“Okay.” I take a step back. Their hand tightens on my hip and then releases me as I take another. “I think that’s enough for negotiations, don’t you?” This dress was designed to be shed easily; it only takes two flicks before it’s sliding down my body to pool around my ankles.
I start to reach for my boots, but Ramanu shakes their head sharply. “Keep them on.”
“If you’d like.” I sit on the bed and scoot backward to the middle of it. After the briefest hesitation, I spread my thighs. “I know you can sense things, but—”
“Your lust is so strong, it’s a very clear picture.” They unbutton their shirt with quick, efficient movements, the fabric parting to reveal a bitable crimson chest with red nipples so dark, they’re almost black. Their pants and boots quickly follow. Then they pause, allowing me to look my fill.
Gods, Ramanu really is pretty.
There’s muscle definition in their shoulders, arms, athletic thighs, and shapely calves. This demon doesn’t skip leg day. Clawed feet give me pause, only because I hadn’t registered that their boots were shaped differently than human boots. I skate my gaze up to their hips, where their cock is so hard, it looks painful. It’s a nice cock. Thick and long with a wicked curve that makes me shiver. “Get over here, Ramanu.”
They don’t move. “Negotiations remain open throughout the process.”
“Sure.” I nod and reach between my spread thighs to stroke my clit. They’ve barely touched me and I’m already halfway there. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”
They laugh. “Of course, little witch. The same goes for you.” They move to the edge of the bed and plant their hands on either side of my hips. “Use your words. Don’t blast me across the room.”
“Not even a little blast?” My voice has gone breathy and low. I don’t stop stroking myself, and the way they inhale deeply as if tasting my desire on the air between us nearly has me coming on the spot.
“You’re the one paying for damages to the hotel room.” Their voice has lowered, too. It’s just us in the room, and we’re both naked, but suddenly this feels a thousand times more intimate. “As I said, I don’t mind pain in bedroom games.”
“Noted,” I manage.
They dip, their horns brushing over my breasts and down my stomach as they urge my thighs wider and settle between them. “Spread your pussy for me, little witch.”
I make a V with my fingers and obey without thinking, spreading my folds for them. They inhale deeply again. “You may hang on if you like.” They lower their head and drag their tongue over me. I lift my hand, and they suck my fingers into their mouth. Ramanu makes a deep sound in their throat and releases my fingers to duck down and seal their mouth over my pussy.
“Oh gods.”
I don’t get a chance to hang on. Ramanu lifts their head and grabs my thighs, guiding me to drape my legs over their horns. This time, when they dip back down, they force my legs up and back as they do. Baring me completely. “Pretty little thing,” they murmur against my heated flesh.
Then their tongue is there, dragging up my center to roll against my clit. After all the pressure and fear and stress from the past couple weeks, the sheer pleasure almost hurts. It’s too good and not enough, all at the same time. “More!”