Demon Blood

pushed into her tight channel.
    She wasn’t ready. Tension gripped her, and when she began to lift away he remembered what he’d meant to say.
    “I’ve got you, Rosie. Just let me catch you. Let me take it all.”
    Her head dropped back and she gasped, breathed deep like a swimmer coming up for air. Then she was snug and slick around him, sheathing his length with the wetness he loved, the smoldering heat.
    “Wrap your legs around me—Fuck yes, just like that.” He almost lost his mind when her thighs tightened around him, drew him farther inside. Shaking, he dropped his forehead against hers. “Hold on, princess.”
    It had to be hard. He drove deep so that she could feel his strength. He kept his fangs from her throat only to keep his promise. Her body bucked against his, riding him. Tears rolled over her cheeks, wet her lips. Then she was trembling in his hands, her thighs squeezing his sides, her pussy clenching around his cock, so tight. She buried her face in his neck, crying out in agonized pleasure.
    He’d helped her take the edge off—but it wasn’t enough for either of them.
    Her soft lips searched his jaw. Still buried deep inside her lush warmth, he carried her to the open shower in the far corner of the chamber.
    “Vanish our clothes, Rosie.”
    The fabric separating them disappeared. He stepped beneath the hot spray, feeling the burn that drew his skin tight.
    She lifted her head, met his gaze. “Is this what it will be, then? I did not follow your orders when I left this morning. But you know that when you have me here, naked, I will do as you say.” Her fingers pushed the wet hair out of her eyes. “When I haven’t obeyed your directions, will you always have me against the wall when I return, with commands to follow?”
    Don’t touch me. God, how that had shaken him—more than the crossbow she’d aimed at his heart. After the sweetness of her bed, the control and trust she’d offered him, her rejection had been a punch to his gut. Now he was shaken again, realizing what she’d meant: She had difficulty saying no to him when he touched her.
    Did she hate that?
    He couldn’t. And he realized that he’d done exactly as she’d said: He’d pushed her against the door and asked for control again. Taken control—because it came with her trust. And he’d needed that as badly as he needed to ease her burden.
    But although the answer might frighten her, he couldn’t lie. “Yes,” he said. “It will always be this way.”
    She smiled. “Good.”
    Astonished by her response, he didn’t stop her from sliding off. With her hands on his shoulders she turned him about, so that the scalding spray hit her back instead of his. Her fingers traced his biceps, and her gaze drifted over his stomach, lingering on his thick arousal.
    She looked up. “You’ve had me kiss you. But you’ve never told me to put my mouth anywhere else.”
    Need surged through him. His cock throbbed painfully at the thought of her mouth, her lips . . . Jesus Christ. No, he’d never asked. He’d been thinking of her pleasure, not his. But the look in her eyes said the pleasure would be hers. That she wanted it as badly as he did.
    Hunger roughened his voice. “On your knees, Rosie.”
    She sank down on the marble tile. The shower spray cascaded over her head, leaving her hair slick as sable. Water rushed over her face, dripped from her erect nipples. She stared at his arousal, as if imagining what came next. She circled her lips with a luscious stroke of her tongue.
    God. Anticipation gripped him hard, like a fist around his shaft. If he’d been human, he’d have come. The sight of her tongue sent shudders through him. He braced his hands against the shower wall, palms flat against cream tile. His cock had never felt so heavy.
    “Taste me.”
    Opening her mouth, she stretched forward. Her tongue found and circled the thick head of his shaft. So hot. Deacon gritted his teeth, his stomach flexing as he fought not to thrust. His cock bobbed against her mouth. As if to steady it, she sucked the tip between her lush lips. His eyes rolled back.
    Christ help him. He was supposed to hold on to his control through this?
    Her tongue circled and stroked, a lick of flame against his skin. Fire swept through him, burning away his mind. He groaned another command— Deeper —and her hands came up, her nails sinking into his flanks, pulling him toward her. Heat slid down his cock. He looked at her and almost lost