Demon Night

needed.
    If he needed her for this, it might be enough.
    It was almost more than she could stand. Her body was singing again, rising and falling with the leisurely pace of his feast, the drumming of her blood. She kicked and moaned, and he held her, his tongue swirling, flicking, and it was hurting now, strung too tight, pitched too high.
    “Ethan.” She was twisting, panting. “I need to…but not without you.”
    Ethan fucking her.
    It didn’t matter how, only that he was inside her. But though he stiffened when she hit him with image after image, he didn’t relent, but pushed her higher, licking, sucking, his fingers sinking into her, big and hot.
    Desperate, she tugged on his hair. Metal clinked. Again, as she pulled harder. “Ah, God, Ethan— please . Please, please .”
    She almost sobbed when his mouth released her. He kissed her nipples as he rose over her, then her throat.
    “You ready then?”
    Never more. And his fingers were still slick and full inside her, so he must have known. “Yes. Yes, yes—”
    Ethan swallowed the last yes. His hands left a moist trail from her sex to her inner thighs; he pushed them wide. Cold air teased her exposed flesh, then heat as he settled against her, the thickness of his cock nestled between her folds.
    Her fingers scrabbled on the mattress over her head. His left hand smelled of her when he brought it up, bunching it in her hair.
    He rocked forward, not entering her; his hard length gathered moisture, glided over her clit. Again.
    Again.
    She went mad with it, frantically jerking her hips toward him, whimpering with need.
    Until, finally, he closed his eyes and breached her entrance with burning pressure. “Easy, Charlie,” he whispered, but his voice was as tormented as the sounds she was making. She tried to pull him in hard and fast, but he went slow. So slow.
    But not easy. She was adjusting to him, so wet he slid as if she were oiled, but tension clamped her muscles tight around him. Soothing noises came from his throat, but they roughened when she lifted her knees, tilting her hips to take him at a new angle.
    He dropped his forehead to hers with a heavy groan. “God Almighty, Charlie. Just stay real still so I don’t hurt you.”
    “I can’t. You aren’t. Please. ” She couldn’t control her body, her tongue. “I need it, need you—”
    He shoved deep, muffling his shout behind clenched teeth. Her back bowed. Her eyes opened wide; her body stretched to envelop and caress every inch.
    Hard, thick—and so hot. Her awareness narrowed down to the heat of his hand on her thigh, the heat of his mouth against her temple, the heat of his cock buried within her.
    Ethan gathered himself, rose up to look at her. He untangled his hand from her hair, drew her cuffed wrists over her head. “I’m plumb losing my mind. You all right?”
    She nodded, not trusting her voice.
    “All right then.” His skin was taut over his cheekbones, his amber eyes glowing. “Now, Charlie, you got a choice. If you’re like this—” He pushed her knees down. “I’ll be able to work you just right.”
    He withdrew and then drove back in with short strokes, stopping only when he was seated firmly, grinding against the aching bud of her clitoris.
    Her mind was going. She turned her cheek against the mattress; harsh, whistling noises broke from her throat—and she didn’t care, only wanted him to do it again.
    His body shook. He let go of her hands, caught her behind her knees. “Or like this, Charlie.” He pushed her legs up toward her chest, then braced his hands against the bed, her knees over his elbows. Immediately he sank farther into her, tighter, hotter. The pressure was almost unbearable; she closed her eyes, shut out everything but the feel of him. “I’ll be deeper, but you won’t be able to move much, and I won’t be able to rub up against your sweet little—”
    “Deep,” she cried. “Deep deep deep.”
    “All right. So we’ve got it just how you like it, then.” His breathing was ragged. “Open your mouth, Charlie. I aim to kiss you all the way through this.”
    She met his eyes, parted her lips, and he thrust with his body, his tongue. Her scream locked in her throat, and Ethan inhaled the air that escaped as he pushed into her again. Her toes curled, her fingers gripping his hair as hard as she could, hanging on to him.
    But she was losing herself. Losing her mind, her control, to the frantic burn inside her. She had no way to move, to