Neon Blue E Frost (speld decodable readers .TXT) 📖

his face in my hands, and kiss him, open-mouthed, hot and wanting. He responds like he’s been deprived for years. Eating at my mouth. Holding me tight. Twining his legs around mine.

Power flows between us. Expanding outward from that pool in my belly, laced with his blood. It’s not all one-way this time. It surges through both of us. Flickering like firelight where skin meets skin. His dreadlocks ripple around my hands. I thread my fingers through the furred strands.

He groans into my mouth. More.

Do you like that?

Fuck, yeah.

I give him more. Pulling consciously on that well of energy that opened up in me at puberty. Pushing it into him. He arches under me, muscles swelling and going rigid. His big hands clamp onto my buttocks. Oh, yeah, just like that. Fuck, you got me goin’. I can’t wait anymore, sweet meat.

He rolls me over, one hand under my back to arch me to him, the other still clutching my butt, tilting my hips to the right angle. He pushes into me, thick and hard, but not painfully huge. I take him slowly, wrapping my legs around him, lifting my hips to him. He works his way in and stops when he’s seated all the way inside me. Oh, yeah, that’s good.

Yes, it is. He swells inside me. Filling me to the point where it’s almost too much. To the point where he’s stretching me and it’s beginning to burn and I’m going to have to tell him to stop, and then he eases and it’s perfect. Perfect. He moves in me and I cry out into his mouth with how good it feels.

Give it to me, sweet meat. Don’t hold back.

I don’t. I move with him, meeting him as he thrusts, achingly slow at first. I grip his back, the firm roundness of his ass, clutching him as tight as he clutches me. Kissing him as deep and sweet as he kisses me, the taste of his blood swirling across both our tongues. Sweat slides between us as he thrusts faster. His back grows slick under my hands. He reaches under me, clasping me to him. We’re panting into each other’s mouths, power flaring between us with each breath, each hard thrust.

I’m getting frantic, because I can feel that he’s close. His movements have that heavy, unconscious rhythm that a man gets right before he climaxes. And I’m not quite there yet. My body’s clenching and tightening around his but I’m not quite there. But he doesn’t come. He keeps pounding into me, shoving that perfect heat and fullness into me. And the position does it for me, the hard slamming of his pubic bone against mine pushes me over that straining edge, and my orgasm begins to spread from the outside in, fisting my internal muscles around him.

Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s it, he thinks, and I spare a second to wonder if this feels as good to him as it does to me. Then I have no time to think.

My legs contract around his hips. My feet beat against the backs of his thighs as my body slips out of control. The contractions spread, tightening me around him so much he groans into my mouth and his rhythm falters, but it doesn’t matter because he’s still deep in me, still locked inside my body as I come, writhing and bucking under him. Pleasure explodes behind my eyes and I bite down on his tongue and gulp down his taste while I shudder and convulse with the force of my climax.

He holds me down, pressing me into the mattress, and it’s exactly what I want in that final moment, to be pinned while he forces his body hard against and inside mine, intensifying my orgasm until I’m screaming, shaking, coming helplessly under him.

That’s it, sweet meat. Now. Give it to me now.

I do. Letting go of any control I have. Power explodes out of me, shattering the windows and the mirror across the hallway. Witchlight flashes like lightning. He collapses on me, gasping and gulping down the energy I’ve unleashed, veins glowing under his skin.

I watch the play of light while I remember how to breathe. It’s never been like that before.

Told you, he thinks wearily. Once you’ve fucked a demon, you’ll never go back.

He surprises me by wanting to cuddle afterwards. I don’t have any post-coital expectations, but this I’m not ready for: cuddling with a demon. He got what he wanted. It’s not like it meant anything to him. A feeding. Another in the extremely long line of humans he’s fucked.

But he wants to cuddle. He rolls off me, disposes of the condom that he put on at some point, lies down next to me, and draws me to him. Strokes my back until I relax. It takes a little while to find a comfortable position. He’s big and I’m used to having the bed to myself. Then he puts his arms around me and we fit together like hand and glove.

We lie together under the covers against the cool night air blowing in through the shattered windows. The heat off his skin is like a furnace; it would keep me warm even without the sheets and blankets.

I don’t do windows, he thinks.

I smile sleepily at his thought. I can fix them. I’ve broken windows before doing spells, but not for a couple of years. I’ll have to dig out the mending charm from my great-grandmother’s handbooks.

He shifts and his erection pokes me in the stomach.

Didn’t you come? I ask, puzzled, because I know he’s a demon and all, but there’s a speedy recovery and then there’s this.

Nope. He guides my hand down. I don’t.

I close my hand around him, stroke him slowly. But you were close. I felt it.

Yeah. You brought me closer than I’ve been in a long time. Gonna have to watch that.

I slide up onto my elbow to look into his face, shiver as the covers slide off my shoulder. “You mean