The only thing Giles knew was the he wanted so much more than this. Her movements, the way she ground her bottom onto his erection, he wanted so much more than just a mere kiss.
It was like he was a demon unleashed, reckless and wild and aching for release. His hand slid dangerously high upon her thigh. She spread them wider, so that the heat of her center was positioned enticingly against the rigid girth of his erection.
“Giles,” she moaned, then scratched the back of his skull with her claws. Not bleeding him, but driving him mad.
He moved down the column of her throat, licking and nipping his way down until he came to the hollow of it and began to lave his attentions there. Her skin was flushed a dewy rose, she was panting and writhing on him. Moving up and down on him, filling his blood with molten heat.
Licking him with flame from the inside out. Burning him alive. He felt his body begin to tingle, felt the burn of his fire start to spread outward.
A demone’s touch while heightened by too much pleasure could kill. He needed to mute his needs. She was too frail to handle him, but it’d been so long since he’d allowed himself the touch of a woman that he was finding it difficult to contain himself.
“Stop,” he panted, pulling his hands back. Not wishing to hurt her.
But she refused to let him. “No way, knight.” She slammed her lips on his and forced his hands back down onto her thighs. Wiggling back and forth over his engorged flesh. Even though they were still clothed, Giles knew he was going to come soon.
Judging by her frantic whimpers so would she. She was rubbing harder now, planting her palms onto his shoulder for better leverage, wiggling back and forth with vigor.
“I love it when you touch me—more, Giles,” she said between nips of his lips. “More. So much more.”
“But…I’ll…burn—”
“No. You won’t. I love your heat.”
His hands were heating up again and then so was the rest of him. He tried once more to shove her off of him. Trying desperately to make her understand he could kill her. But she was much stronger than she seemed.
The shifter clung to his body and refused to budge an inch. Giles could only grit his teeth under the onslaught, willing his flame to bank. To go away.
He’d only ever allowed himself to get carried away like this when he was with another demone. Only they could handle it.
She hissed, but she didn’t seem to be undulating in pain. Lilith was writhing upon him, welcoming his heat. Whimpering into it. “Gods, you feel good,” she moaned.
And Giles had no idea how she was doing this, he still dreaded to harm her. Sweating as he fought to control his infernal body, he gritted out, “Come on, Lilith, come. Quickly. Come.”
“No, not without you.” She shook her head, claiming his lips once more.
Her entire body was flushed a bright red. But she was smiling, and he couldn’t smell the scorching of flesh. Somehow, as impossible as it was to believe, she was okay.
Reaching down between their bodies, she grabbed hold of him and began to gently stroke. Grunting in shock, he gasped as his need built. Pleasure spiraled like a wave inside of him, growing into a tight, rippling band.
“Lilith, stop,” he pleaded only half-heartedly, desperate for her to continue even while he knew they should stop. “Please, love, stop.”
“Why?” she whimpered. “I can’t stop. I want this so bad. Want you so bad.” She peppered his brow with kisses and Giles could see the smoke rising from his body.
“Because I will combust. I will burn and I’m not sure you can handle it. My body is going crazy—I can’t control this.”
“Then don’t.” And this time when she took his lips, she refused to let them go.
Lilith only pumped him harder and his muscles quaked, snapped like jumping beans as the fire came closer and closer to the surface.
“If I have to die,” she whispered, “then I’d rather die this way, anyway.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her she wouldn’t die from mating a demone, but very well might die from mating with him at this very moment because no matter how much he kept willing himself down from the inferno, he couldn’t seem to stop it.
Giles gave one last feeble attempt to push her hand off, but she only gripped him tighter. Causing him to cry out in ecstasy as his seed pumped from his body.
And as he came, the fire poured from out of him. Engulfing them in a brilliant orange blaze and Lilith grunted her own release, spasming against him over and over and over as if overtaken by her climax.
Giles gazed on in horror as they burned, but his horror soon turned to shocked delight when she opened her eyes and stared at the fire covering her body that did not burn.
Then, tilting her head back, she laughed a sultry, shivery sound into the night, and Giles knew nothing would ever be the same for him again.