The Summoner. Alisha Steele
admitted he may have been mistaken before thrusting his tongue deep inside her slick center.
“Oh Go—” Once again, Alex cut herself off. This was going to be hard. She was an “Oh God” kinda gal when things got going. Rifling through her mind for a safe word—she was vocal, she had to be able to moan something—while Kasdeya lapped at her, was a lesson in wicked distraction. “Fuck,” she hissed, both in response to her internal query and in response to the external stimuli of the dark man’s thumbs rotating in tandem over her distended clit, first one and then the other. His tongue had set up a strong rhythm, surging again and again into her molten core. It felt much longer and thicker than any tongue had a right to be; Alex was sure she could feel it brushing her cervix each time it delved inside.
“Oh fuck!” she said again, happy with the way the word sounded in her mouth. Her hands tightened on what she, at first, thought were Kasdeya’s shoulder blades. But no; they were too high, too downy soft.
She raised her head to see her fingers embedded in the thick midnight feathers of his wings. Just then, his hands slipped around to cup her ass and lift her up to his lips. His thumbs were replaced by the strong suction of his mouth and the lash of that sandpaper tongue. Alex gave up caring where the hell her hands were, just using them to hang on as she was catapulted into the most soul-shattering orgasm of her life.
* * * *
Kasdeya drank from her greedily. When she started to descend from the first plateau of pleasure, he moved up, ever so slightly, and pushed down with his tongue, sliding the small swollen hood over her spasming nub, decreasing the intensity just enough to send her soaring again.
“Fuck!” she cried for about the tenth time in the last minute. He repressed a chuckle. Apparently, his little Summoner became rather monosyllabic when deprived of God’s name. He thought about the word “fuck” as she came down from her second climax, shuddering and moaning, her sweat-sheened thighs pressed tight to his ears. Was the word Dutch in origin? Perhaps German. Whichever it was, it certainly seemed to be a versatile word. His Prince had taken to using it rather profusely himself in the last hundred years.
Kasdeya shrugged off the idle thought and again switched positions with his tongue. Her clitoris would be too sensitive now for any direct stimulation, but the rest of her pretty, puffy sex was fair game and so responsive with the fresh engorgement of blood. He readied her for a third climb, tracing the butterfly spread of her inner lips, and then pausing to beat a rapid tattoo on the sensitive spot just inside of her now incredibly tight channel. When he’d first started, she had been nicely firm. Not virginal, but toned, sleek. Now…
“God, please stop,” she gasped, trying to tug his head away. “It’s too much!”
God again? She’d clearly forgotten herself in her delirium but Kasdeya decided to forgive her, just this once. When he felt her muscles stiffen, almost twanging as the third crest hit, he once again plunged his tongue inside, lengthening it to chafe the entrance to her womb.
Alex screamed as her body arched off the bed, held in place by only his hands. Her sex constricted around the length of his tongue, milking it in time to the swells of ecstasy. He expanded his tongue in opposition to her contractions, rippling it inside of her sensitive flesh.
“No more,” she whimpered. “Please, no more.”
Kasdeya relented, but only because he could not wait one second longer to bury himself in her tight wet heat. If he had been so inclined, he could have gorged on her for hours, bringing her to climax repeatedly until she was rendered unconscious from the sheer orgasmic pleasure.
“Of course more,” he said, moving his body up between her lax legs. “We haven’t even come to the best part yet, pet.”
* * * *
Alex felt as if she’d already had marathon sex. She was vibrating like a tuning fork, still suffering random, heart-pounding quivers of delight. Hadn’t come to the best part yet? She couldn’t even open her eyes, couldn’t seem to control any part of her body. All she could do was whimper and moan.
“No, wait,” she mumbled, summoning the energy to turn her face away from his.
He grinned as he picked at a few wet strands trailing across her mouth, cheeks and forehead, and smoothed them back into the hair at her temple. “My, my, little Summoner, you are full of words I prefer not to hear.”
Kasdeya turned her face back to his and laughed when she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, expecting him to lay violent claim to her mouth once more.
Instead, he smoothed his cheek over hers while rocking his body, ever so gently, against her. Chest to chest. Groin to groin. The lightest of glides. His hands whispered over her hair as he brought his wings forward to enclose them in darkness. His breath was heavy in her ear, moistening the blackness with his exhalations and establishing an intimacy that was as undeniable as the pounding of her heart.
When her trembling subsided, he once again brought his mouth over hers. He said nothing, did nothing. Alex slid her hands around his lower back and pulled him closer. The almost intangible friction of his prick against her sex became a solid, pulsing thrust. She gasped. She was so sensitized that she felt the heavy vein on the underside of his cock.
“Little mortal,” he said in a hushed, strained voice, “I would never take something not freely offered. But if you do not offer soon, I may well die of wanting.”
“Angels can’t die,” she murmured, lifting her head from the bed to get an equally satisfying increase of friction at the point where their mouths met.
Kasdeya smiled when she licked his lips, seeking entrance, but he didn’t open for her. “No, they can’t. But I’m not an angel.” His hands left her hair to tenderly shape her body, drifting down to the curve of her ass. He lifted her so that his cock butted against her wet heat, seeking entrance of its own.
“Demons can’t die either.” When she realized he wasn’t going to kiss her back, she turned her attention to his jawline, nipping and sucking.
Kasdeya tilted his head for her, almost purring when her tongue found his Adam’s apple. “Fallen,” he corrected, but his reprimand lacked any strength, coming out as it did on a husky moan.
“Whatever.” Her hands clenched on his hips and she lifted her body to take him inside, sighing in pleasure when his cockhead parted her, so magnificently hard against her tender flesh. “Look, I’m offering, okay? Please, Kasdeya.”
He lowered his head to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth while pressing his prick farther into her snug sheath. His groans trembled against her teeth.
Alex wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling away from the kiss to arch her back in pleasure. He filled her so completely.
“Please,” she panted again when he made no attempt at motion once he’d hilted. The feel of his heavy pulse buried between her legs was almost enough to send her round the loop one more time. Almost. “Please. Hard. Now.” She raked her nails up his back. “Move, damn you.”
Kasdeya’s handsome face contorted in what appeared to be either agony or anger. His wings rose violently behind him, unfolding like a black cape. They slapped the air.
* * * *
“Foolish woman,” Kasdeya hissed between clenched teeth, lifting his body away until the only parts of him touching her were his cock and his hands. “Give me a moment.” He wanted to last, not to spend in the first second like a stupid human. But, by the nine hells, the feel of her was too much.
“No, now.” She raised her head to take one of his small mauve nipples between her teeth and bit down, shaking her head like a predator killing its prey. Her nails scored his flesh once more, from below his wings to the cheeks of his ass, and her sex worked over his length, heedless of his desire to go slow.
Kasdeya tossed his head back, shuddering in ecstasy. Such sweet, sharp teeth she had. “Oh Go—” He snapped his mouth shut on the word, unable to believe what he had almost said. “As