Pushing away her nerves and embarrassment, she placed her hands on her breasts. Eyes locked to Casworon’s, she slowly began to massage herself. First gentle and easy, then slightly more rough, aggressive. It felt good; it had always felt good. But it was this male’s ravenous gaze, and his cock, which was standing up proud in the water, that truly made her heart beat wildly in her chest and her insides go liquid.
With a hiss, she squeezed each nipple, then moaned as she rolled them between her thumb and forefinger. The muscles of her sex clenched. She knew how wet she was becoming. Not with the bathwater anymore, but with her body’s cream. Cas’s eyes were growing heavy-lidded as he watched, and she wondered if he wanted to touch himself too. She would like to see that. But he didn’t. He only stared, his nostrils flaring as he growled softly.
Slowly, languidly, Lia let her hands drift down. Over her ribcage and belly. Her sex ached for her touch, his touch. Cas inhaled sharply just as she reached the top of her nearly shaved *.
“That’s right,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “That’s what I want. Show me.”
Her breath coming hard and fast now, she opened herself with the middle and index finger of her left hand, then gave her clit a soft, quick pinch. A moan escaped her throat, and her knees softened. How would she keep herself vertical for any true length of time?
“Bloody hell, female,” Cas ground out. “I’m going to come right here in this bathtub.”
Eyes drifting closed, Lia started to circle her clit. Two fingers pressing against her tight, hot bud. Arousal coated her fingers with every rotation, while a few drops trailed down her inner thigh.
“I smell that,” Cas ground out blackly. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”
Then do it. Do it now. Stop making me wait. You don’t need my tutorial. You’re a bloody Incubus.
She moaned softly as she continued to work herself over. In the past several years, she’d pleasured herself many times in the privacy of her small attic room. But nothing had ever felt like this. She was on the verge of exploding, but inside and out—both in body and in mind.
“Stop, Elia.”
The command was deep and lust-filled, and had her freezing mid-rotation. Her eyes opened.
Casworon’s face was a mask of hard angles, demon heat and fury. Before she could ask him what was the matter, he commanded her to please him further.
“I want your fingers inside your * now,” he demanded roughly. “I want you to show me how deep they can go. How deep I can go.”
“My lord,” she breathed.
“And you will call me Cas from now on.”
Her gaze held his. She nodded, her heart squeezing with pleasure as her body roared with unquenched need. “You will call me Lia.”
For a moment, it seemed the wheels inside his mind were churning, thinking…
No. No… She couldn’t have that. Abandoning her clit, Lia slid her fingers down and thrust them up inside the slick, hot channel of her body.
A gasp of pleasure broke from her lips. “Oh, yes. God, yes.”
A growl rent the steamy air. It was otherworldly, pained, yet predatory. His demon was back. In control. She was safe.
As she slowly rode her fingers, her moans grew more and more anxious. She wanted deeper. Needed to get deeper. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“It’s my turn now,” Cas announced, sitting up. “My demon’s turn.” His eyes were pinned to her *, watching intently as her fingers thrust in and out of her body. Then a frighteningly sexual snarl escaped his lips and he reached out, grabbed her hips and licked her from top to bottom.
The feeling was so shockingly wonderful, Lia thought she would lose her footing right there.
“I will hold you,” he whispered against her soft * lips. “Put one foot on the edge of the bathtub. I want to watch you fuck yourself while I eat you.” His eyes lifted. “Lia.”
Her hips jerked in response, but she quickly did as he instructed. Instantly, Cas was on her, his tongue slashing through her lips to taste the swollen clit beneath. Lia groaned at the exquisite feeling, and started thrusting once again.
This was madness. The best kind, she thought. The only kind she would ever need. Cas’s mouth on her, his large hands gripping her as he swirled and stroked her. Nipped at her clit, then flicked it back and forth until she cried out. There were even times when his tongue made contact with her fingers, and he would groan with hunger as he lapped at her arousal.
Lia knew she wasn’t long for this moment in time. It was all too much, too perfect. Moaning, trembling, she squeezed the inner muscles around her fingers as Cas drew her clit into his mouth and sucked. She wasn’t ready. Not for it to end. She wanted more…she needed him…
But a dam can only hold so much water before it breaks.
Wide open.
A cry rent the air. Her cry. It ripped from her throat as her sex exploded with heat and the pulse of deepest pleasure. Cas was all over her, licking, sucking, groaning with hunger and desire as she rode his mouth to the most intense climax of her life.
Time fell away in those moments. Her mind was a cloud, her body, heat and blood, raw nerve endings. Her heart so full and happy it wanted to burst through her chest and offer itself to the male beneath her.