Contusion welled, because he craved feeling her gaze on him, wanted her to lust for what she saw. He wanted her to desire him, even as he needed to kill her. The conflict within him grew stronger.
She dabbed her tongue to her bottom lip. "I think you want me to lick you there. To close my mouth over the head and suckle you."
As he groaned at her words, his cock jerked, and another bead arose. When he arched his back from the astonishing pleasure, she murmured, "Only your female can bring forth your seed. Have you ever been this close?"
I . . . haven't.
7
"Are you beginning to believe I'm yours?" As he'd done a few times before, the demon met her gaze steadily with his inscrutable obsidian eyes, but he said nothing. Sabine realized he did this when he was tempted to lie. Most people looked away in the same situation, but his eyes challenged hers.
She leaned forward. "I can't imagine how frustrating it must be not to spill your seed. Sex must be so diminished. I bet you constantly wonder what it would be like to mount a soft, writhing female and pour your seed into her."
At her words, his brows drew together as if in pain, his lips curling back from his fangs.
"Now you can stop wondering. Say a few words, and I'll climb atop you and feed you into my body. I'll ride you so hard, demon, until you can't come anymore." She wanted to-she was nearly as aroused as he was.
To know this at last . . . she'd never imagined that he'd deny her this final step.
The crown was now slick all over. As they both stared, she was finally able to read one of his thoughts, because he was silently commanding her.
Run your tongue over the head! hit her mind like a blast of heat.
"Do it, tassia," he rasped aloud.