The Demon King of Lust

Chapter 24

"I'm yours."

As the words leave my lips, Kieran's pupils widen until there's no white left in the corners of his eyes. He kisses me again with so much force he practically pins me to the wall. He's telling me everything he can't say with words—his frustration, attraction, anger, pain, need. Because this is his language. It's our language.

My hands follow the muscles of his bare back up to his shoulders and I feel his erection against my stomach.

For a moment, I forgot he was naked, but I certainly remember now.

"You're infuriating, you know that Red?" he says with a smoldering half-smile. "But you're goddamn worth it."

He scoops me up in his arms and I giggle as he carries me over to the bed and sets me down. He slides his fingers beneath my blouse and pulls it off over my head. His deft fingers have my bra unclasped and off in seconds. He throws it over his shoulder and leans back on his knees, smiling as he takes in my body, my jeans still on.

"Why is everything different with you, Red?" he asks. "Better. It's like you've fucking drugged me—like you've dosed me with ecstasy. I feel so fucking high around you."

He kisses and sucks at my neck before continuing lower into my cleavage.

"I'm pretty sure being high without drugs is just called being happy."

"Well I am quite happy to see you." He looks up at me and suggestively waggles his eyebrows.

I use my hands to guide his to my breasts, cupping each within his palms. He squeezes them together and uses his tongue to trace up my cleavage. He pulls back so that he's leaning on his knees.

"Tell me you're mine again, babydoll," he says, his voice gravelly and low.

I smirk and stand up from the bed. He tilts his head and gives me a questioning look, but I just take his hands and guide him so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed. He opens his mouth to say something, but I hold a finger to his lips before he can.

"I'm yours," I say, as I kneel between his legs. His breath catches and he shivers.

"Oh fuck."

I dip my head down and draw my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip. He moans and throws his head back. I take him into my mouth, slowly until my lips reach the base.

"Jesus fucking fuck Sam!" he curses, probably surprised that I took him all the way in on the first try.

What can I say—I've always been an overachiever.

I hum slightly as I pull back, enjoying the vibrations of my lips against his skin. I pump my hand up and down his length as I suck just the tip and swirl my tongue. His hips jerk involuntarily and he twists my bedsheets in his fist.

"Oh goddd..." he moans.

I sit back and laugh, remembering what he said to me the other night.

"Not even close," I say teasingly.

He smirks and shakes his head.

"You may not be an angel, but you are fucking heaven."

I move closer, positioning my breasts on either side of his cock, letting them rest on his lap. I use my hands to bring them together, bouncing up and down so that this shaft slides between them.

"Holy fuck, baby, fuck fuck," he groans.

After several strokes, I reach my tongue out and flick it across the head. He squirms and shivers, and I hear the sheets rip beneath him.