Demon Bound

He grinned, and she looked up at the ceiling, her lips in a prim line.
    Jake leaned over, let his mouth hover above her moving fingers. Let her feel his breath.
    Yeah. Not so steady now, not so rhythmic. The hand fisted in her skirts flexed open. Her clit flushed a deep pink, peeked out from the protective hood.
    Tension, arousal.
    Moisture glistened. He licked it away, left his own. Alice dragged in a halting breath. His cock hardened to steel when he saw her use the pad of her finger to swipe across the flesh he’d just licked. Her speed increased.
    Not so fast. Not this time.
    He closed his lips around her, began to suck. Her hips jerked and she pushed at him reflexively, before making a low noise and running her fingers over his hair.
    God, his dick ached from that rasping touch, like she was rubbing his cock instead of his head. His hand slid to her locked knees. He pressed lightly, and she let them separate.
    Barely separate. But it was enough to work his hand up between her thighs, testing her responses as he went higher. All good. All good. She was slippery beneath his tongue now. Every time she twisted away, as if she couldn’t bear it anymore, she came right back.
    Her flavor was sweet, subtle. He wanted to search it out, drink in more. Wanted to push his tongue inside her instead of his fingers.
    A groan rose through him when he found her drenched. She tensed, but it was anticipation. No fear. No discomfort. With two fingers, he fucked her slowly, drawing out each easy thrust of his hand, timing it against his tongue.
    Within minutes, the familiar trembling began. This time, he didn’t change speed or depth.
    Her fingernails clawed the sheet, her silk-clad feet slid together frantically. Her knees snapped closed, her thighs clamping his wrist.
    He rode with her as she arched and cried out, the sound too guttural to be a scream. Slick muscle clenched around his fingers. She came down, and he licked harder, pushed her up again.
    Her breaths were little sobs when she finally lowered her hips. Jake rose up on his knees and lifted her, arranging her skirts as he sat back on his heels. Soft blue light brushed her closed eyelids, sparkled against her lashes. His eyes must be glowing. They flared brightly when he let go, and her weight carried her down over his rigid cock, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his legs.
    Her nails dug into his shoulders. Though it almost killed him, he waited, studying the crease in her brow. Was he big enough? She felt so snug, but maybe she needed more. He shifted, just a little, until she was uncomfortably tight around him.
    Her eyes opened, shining icy light that stole his breath. A shake of her head and her sound of distress had him quickly shifting back.
    He went smaller, and her mouth flattened, her eyes narrowing to frozen slits. Her Gift suddenly crept over him, threatening, hinting at the consequences of remaining that size.
    From somewhere downstairs, Nefertari purred.
    He laughed silently and regained his shape.
    Her lips curved. Her fingers explored his chest, pushed until he had to brace his hands on the mattress behind him. She lowered her head, flicked her tongue over his nipple.
    Oh, Jesus. No fucking fair. He hadn’t even gotten his mouth on her elbows, let alone her nipples. He bucked beneath her, but instead of glancing up at him so he could give her a warning look, she gasped and closed her eyes. Then rocked, driving him deeper.
    Okay, he could live with that response.
    He remained still as she rocked, then rolled her hips, then lifted herself up and down. Testing each motion, as if deciding what she liked best.
    Jake loved every damn one.
    When she began to shake, he only moved to help her keep the same rhythm. Her legs hugged his tighter and tighter, and she rocked fast and hard.
    And still lost it.
    Her disappointment was not as severe as the first time, but the glow in her eyes faded. Jake levered himself up, held her against him, looking blankly over her shoulder. What was going on? He had no clue.
    Except maybe even his hot ass couldn’t immediately override one hundred years of conditioning.
    He remained inside her as he maneuvered a pillow behind her hips and laid her on her back. She kissed him softly, and only frowned a little in confusion when he withdrew halfway, pushed her legs together.
    And with his knees outside hers, he thrust back in.
    Her eyes widened, and she choked out his name. Jake froze. Hot damn and holy hell, he