“Fuck!”

Feast, he’d said. It was exactly what he did. His hungry mouth moved against her spread pussy, lips sliding over wet flesh and encircling her throbbing clit. When he began to suck, she saw stars.

“Fuck, goddamn, yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her frantic cries were breathy and desperate as she clung to his horns and rode his face with wild abandon. All sense of modesty and fear wiped away by the all-consuming need to come for him. It took only moments before the fire ate through her last resistance, and her climax thundered through her.

“Kesh!” His name spilled from her lips, her hands yanking his face deeper into her pussy by her grip on his horns as her thighs clamped shut around his neck. “Mmmhyes!”

He groaned in response, lips easing off her spent clit as he kissed his way down her seam to her entrance. Greedy, wet sounds followed as he licked up the liquid proof of her orgasm.

Georgia lay in a haze of fading pleasure, fingers softening on his horns. Relaxation flooded her muscles in a lazy wave, allowing him to easily lap up her energy as he drank her. It was a curious sensation, feeling the trickle of life essence leave her body. Calming. Pleasurable, even. She eased her thigh’s grip on his neck, but he wrapped his arms around them before they could slip off his shoulders and anchored his hands on her ass, keeping her legs wrapped around him.

He was such a juxtaposition. Georgia looked down at him through hooded lids—at the creature of nightmares who called her ‘Breeder’; a ruler among demons who was in the process of drinking her very life force… and felt only pleasurable calm, and a startling thread of affection. Every inch of him was monstrous—from the horns and scales, to his foul temper and murderous tendencies. But he’d let her see his vulnerable parts—and she would never be able to look at him like nothing but a monster again. Whatever else he was, he would always be the man who’d cried in her arms over the loss of his mother.

The creature who gave her pleasure beyond anything she’d known to be possible.

As if drawn by her thoughts, Kesh broke his mouth’s connection to her core, easing off with a reluctant groan, followed by several kisses to her pussy.

“You don’t need anymore energy? I think I have more to give—I’m not anywhere near as tired as last time.” Also, she wasn’t ready for the pleasure to end, or for his walls to come back up.

The prince gave a soft groan of reluctance, but raised back up with a final kiss to her swollen pussy. “Don’t tempt me, little one. I could feast on you for days.”

“That doesn’t sound like the worst way to spend time with a demon,” she quipped, earning her a throaty chuckle from the big male.

“I like you like this. Unafraid.” His voice was unexpectedly soft, and the way he looked at her then—black eyes full of adoration; worship… Her stomach tightened with a flutter, but her chest warmed and eased. No one had ever looked at her like that. Like she was the center of the universe.

“I like me like this, too,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off his. Unwilling to.

Kesh made a soft sound at the back of his throat and leaned in, as if pulled by a string. His lips crashed against hers, still fiery with need, but when his hands swept up to cup her face, it was with aching gentleness.

“I think… it’s your turn,” she gasped between his scalding kisses.

“My turn?” he rumbled, tongue flicking in between her lips to stroke against hers.

“To come.” She pulled away from his kiss and, drawing in a breath to find her courage, reached for the intimidating column of flesh she’d tried her best to ignore up until then.

25

Kesh

Raw sensation flared up his length as Georgia’s slim fingers wrapped around his aching cock. His breath hitched as he stared from her hand, barely making it more than halfway around, to her blue eyes darkened with desire. For him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words were out of his throat before he could stop them, rough with sincerity. Vulnerable. But she’d already seen him at his most exposed, his weakest. What did it matter that she knew how utterly breathtaking he found her right now? There was no hiding the depths of his yearning for her, not with how fully her scent and taste and sounds filled him up from the inside out.

A faint flush spread across her cheeks. “Thank you.”

He cocked a grin. “Really? You happily ride my face like a little slut, but being told you’re beautiful is what makes you blush?”

Her face turned raspberry pink, and she made to pull away, severing the blissful connection between her fingers and his cock. He quickly wrapped his hand around hers, returning her grip where it belonged, and bent down to nuzzle at her ear.

“Don’t. I like it when you let go. Your hands on my horns when you’re horny for a come is the best fucking feeling in the world. Never be embarrassed for taking what you need. Or for knowing how absolutely, devastatingly gorgeous you are.” He nipped at her earlobe, delighting in her responding shudder.

“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” she said, pulling back to dart her gaze up to his. As if searching his eyes for any trace of dishonesty. He knew she found nothing but burning truth there. Her blush spread down her chest, and her nipples tightened in instinctive response to his blatant desire.

“Then the humans you’ve been around are blind and stupid. I could look at you for hours and never grow bored. Learn every freckle. Every curve.” He slid his hand up and cupped a breast, thumb brushing over the hard nipple peaking it.

Her blunt teeth dug into her bottom lip at his caress, a soft little exhale making his cock throb in her grasp. The movement drew her attention back down to it. When she gave it a squeeze, he was the one to gasp.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” he rasped. “I would trade every ounce of my power right now, if it meant I could be inside you.”

A small smile curved her mouth, his needy declaration apparently as amusing as it was flattering. “Well… maybe we can do something that feels almost as good.” And then, the little vixen bent down and put her mouth on the smooth head of his cock, tongue teasing over the opening.

“Sh-it!" Lightning fired through every nerve ending in his pelvis, momentarily weakening his leg muscles enough to send him backwards. He caught his weight on his hands and let out a shuddering breath as Georgia shot him a shit-eating grin before giving the sensitive opening a full, deep lick.

“Fucking stars, you little—!” His snarl sounded like a threat, claws shredding his bedding as he clenched his fists in his sheets. It was anything but. His cock throbbed for every teasing swipe of her tongue, the warm, wet sensation of her mouth driving him mad with need for more. And yet, he stayed perfectly still, every muscle in his body tight with restraint to ensure he didn’t do anything that would make her stop the exquisite torture.

She grew bolder. Her other hand joined the first, wrapping more firmly around his shaft as her tongue darted down to tease at the cartilage ridges riding the circumference of his corona. His gaze was locked on her face, taking in every flutter of her eyelashes as his taste washed over her senses, and when she fit as much of his head in her mouth as she could and sucked, a crooning sound he hadn’t known he could produce escaped his throat.

“That’s it. Fuck, that feels…!” He clenched his fists harder around the already ruined sheets, head dropping back as his world narrowed in to nothing but the deep, pulsing pleasure building at the base of his pelvis. Soft, wet sounds filled the bedroom and mixed with his panting breath. Her mouth didn’t open nearly wide enough to take him in, but the burning frustration at not being inside her tight heat only heightened the waves of arousal coursing through his body.