Free Confessions of a Demon by S. L. Wright Page B

his pants, and his cock strained from the dark hair at his groin, reaching to his belly button. I couldn’t help myself; my hand brushed over the deep cut of the muscles above his hip, then down his heavy thigh as I pulled off his pants, my fingers coming within a hairbreadth of the shaft. He moaned.
     
Theo drew me down to lie against him, our bodies rubbing from our chests to our bare feet. His gaze went down to my right shoulder, to my tattoo. It was an ouroborus, a stylized circle. It wasn’t obvious at first, but if you looked carefully, you could see it was a snake eating its own tail. The tattoo was inked on the front of my shoulder, only a couple inches across. I could have created it there myself, but I had gone to a real artist not long after I had arrived in New York and got it burned into my skin. It belonged to the human part of me.
     
He gently kissed the tattoo as his hands pulled my thighs open against him. He rubbed himself against me, making my energy pulse in a different way, grounding me in my body even as I couldn’t help but feed, as his emotions poured over me.
     
Just rubbing against each other felt better than I had imagined, far more intense, sweeping me away in a flood of sensation as every nerve fired off. I still felt his need, but an animal urgency of my own was taking over. I rocked with him, matching his rhythm.
     
“I don’t know if I can control myself.” His head arched back as he tried to loosen his grip, to slow down.
     
I bent and kissed his chest, licking the salty sweat from the hollow at his throat. He buried his face in my neck as the tip of his cock pressed against me, barely entering me. He pushed in slightly, enough for me to feel how thick he was, making me cry out wordlessly as he teased me into opening for him. Like rich, crumbling earth, like deep, still waters, it cut to my very essence.
     
“Do you want it?” he murmured.
     
“Oh, yes . . .”
     
He pushed into me as I sank down on him, letting him fill me. I was so ready for him, that with his second thrust he buried himself to the hilt. I forgot everything—Shock in the next room, Pique attacking me—and writhed in abandon. All I cared about was moving against him, his strong hands bracing me as he steadily pumped into me.
     
Nothing else mattered but the feeling of being satiated, filled to my depths, fired with exhilaration as I’d never felt before.
     
I let go as I climaxed, my orgasm shattering all perception. All I felt was power, a roaring column of power that I rode on, shooting into the heavens.
     
     
     

     
When I returned to myself, I was panting, collapsed on Theo’s chest. A low laugh started to build inside, making me shake until I finally laughed out loud, limp yet strangely energized.
     
He was breathing hard, too, and was sheened with sweat. I usually never perspired, not unless I drank something and was struggling to expel it. But now my skin was moistened and flush.
     
And just like that, I remembered that I was lying to him. Every second I pretended to be human was a lie. Guiltily, I remembered how the power rushed into me as I came. That had never happened before. I hoped I hadn’t hurt him.
     
I raised my head, examining him anxiously. He looked spent, but it had been a long night for him. He was smiling slightly.
     
For a moment I thought he would kiss me, but he tucked a wisp of hair behind my ear. He was still inside of me, as deeply as he could be, looking into my eyes.
     
Suddenly it was too close, too intimate, given that I didn’t even know him. This was why casual sex was crazy; you found yourself in the most vulnerable and revealing moments with a stranger, a blank slate. But that also made it intoxicating. . . . He was exactly what I needed him to be.
     
Too bad it was over.
     
     

 
     
     
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By the time I disentangled myself from Theo, he was asleep. I covered him with the blanket and backed out of the room. I liked watching his face, with that