Demon Moon

inside of her bottom lip. “And because I will not be the cause of any more of your scars. I’ll give you what you require; you need not inflict it on yourself.”
    She averted her face. Most of the small crescent scars were old, barely ridges in the smooth inner flesh, yet she should have known he’d notice them. “I just bit too hard sometimes. They wouldn’t.”
    His fangs flashed as he grinned. “ I will.” He released her wrists, pulled the sweater and undershirt over his head.
    Her fingertips circled his flat nipples. No hair on his chest. The smooth play of muscle beneath his skin fascinated her, and she slid her palms over his pectorals, his shoulders, his arms. “What do you like best? If I’m to make love to you, I want to do it right.”
    His hands stilled with his trousers half unzipped. She took over for him, rasping the tab down, tugging at the base to pull it over the rise of his cock. His undershorts barely contained him, the elastic stretching away from his abdomen.
    “What I like best?” he echoed, his voice thick. He choked on a laugh as her hand encircled him through the silk. “Savi, you made me spend with a kiss. There’s nothing you could do that wouldn’t be the best I’ve ever had.”
    She smiled with pleasure, leaned forward to drag her tongue along the waistband of his shorts, then slowly lowered it. Freed, his shaft jutted out. She squeezed her legs together to ease the insistent, pulsing ache beneath her womb—reminded herself to be patient.
    “I’ll remember to keep my shields down if they have that effect.”
    “It’s not the bloody shields.” His hands fisted in blue satin. “It’s you. Oh, good God .”
    She’d done nothing except lick her lips to moisten them, but she’d not considered how visually oriented he was. He lay back, propped up on his elbows. His eyes darkened further, as if just the sight of her gratification and her preparation to take him into her mouth was as effective as a touch.
    Her heart pounding, she ran her nails up his length, swirled her thumb over the wide flaring head. How best to take advantage of it, to drive him mad with visual stimuli as well as physical sensation?
    “Savi,” he said hoarsely, “you’re thinking too much.”
    “You’ll like it.” She swept her tongue around the base of his shaft. Hot, hard. His hips jerked toward her, his grip tightened on the comforter. “I promise.”
    “Yes, sweet.” He panted as her mouth surrounded the tip of him. “I’m certain I shall.”
    He liked biting. He’d gone wild after she’d bitten him in Caelum; it might be too much now. But he’d also had a strong reaction when she’d touched herself, had wanted to see her do it…and, oh god, she needed some relief. His soft growls as she suckled him deeper, deeper, the lightly salty flavor, the taut flex of his abdomen as he forced himself to stay still were individual teases, combining to make her so moist and needy she could hardly believe she wasn’t already riding him.
    And that image, the anticipation of him inside her, sinking into her. She moaned around his length, shifting until she kneeled beside him in her boots and boyshorts.
    She needed one hand to brace herself against the mattress, but her other was free and she slid it between her thighs, beneath her panties, burying her fingers in slick, soft flesh. Stroked in rhythm with her tongue, her mouth.
    His growls abruptly stopped, and she darted a sidelong glance at him from beneath her lashes. His lips were pulled back, his fangs long and sharp against the line of his teeth. Desire and need burned hot in his gaze, his focus unwavering from her hand under the lace.
    It seemed with effort, he unclenched his jaw. Met her eyes as she took him deep again, slowly, trying to gauge his response. The cords on his neck stood out. A groan rose from his throat. She suckled her way back to the tip, felt him shake. She raised her eyebrow in question when his hands lifted to her chin, pulled her gently up, forcing her to release him.
    “Forgive me, Savi,” he rasped. “I’m soon to be selfish. The scent of you, the sound—in those knickers—I shall die if I don’t have my mouth on you within half a minute.”
    She stared at him, her fingers stopping in their motion between her thighs. “You have such an odd notion of selfish .”
    He grinned, pivoted up to catch her beneath her arms, turn, and push her back against the pillows. He sat on his heels, his trouser-clad knees