“With age comes experience.” He pressed a hot kiss against her throat. “I won’t leave you with complaints.”
Impossible, she thought. Jaral was incapable of disappointing her, at least in the bedroom. If she went through with this, how the hell was she going to go back to dating mortal men?
As she pulled him closer, however, she acknowledged there was no going back. She was too far down the rabbit hole and had no intention of climbing back out. Heartbreak might lie in her future but for tonight she wasn’t going to regret a single second.
She pushed his jeans down and helped him kick free of them. Darcy groaned as she stepped back, away from his touch, but she wanted to see what she’d uncovered.
Jaral stood before her, proud and tall. His nakedness didn’t make him any more vulnerable. If anything, he was even more intimidating like this. Stripped bare, he watched her with the hungry eyes of a predator. His hard cock strained toward her and she ached to step forward and touch him. Never had she seen a man as beautiful as he. Jaral was like a chiseled Greek statue come to life.
“What?” he murmured.
She shook her head with a smile. “You’re a little intimidating, Jaral. You’re perfect.”
He caught her hand and pulled her back.
“Feel this?” he asked, drawing her fingers along a scar on his upper chest. “A sword during my first battle.” He moved her hand lower to his abdomen. “Gunshot during a raid in your world.” Their hands glided to his hip. “The knife of a lover.” He tipped her face up to his. “I’m far from perfect, Darcy. The years I’ve lived, the mistakes I’ve made…” He shook his head. “I look at you, so fresh and young, and I understand what perfection is. Your bravery.” He dropped a kiss onto her shoulder. “Your strength.” He kissed her neck. “Your stubborn determination to do what’s right.” He cupped her face between his hands and met her gaze. “Don’t you see, Darcy? You are perfect. Perfect for me.”
He kissed her before she could speak. Before she could confess he was perfect for her too. In a way no other man would ever be able to match.
Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to his touch. Her doubts melted away and she allowed herself to simply feel.
Jaral glided her backward toward the bed. Her legs bumped against the footboard a second before he sent her tumbling onto the old mattress.
She laughed as she bounced until she looked up at her lover. He watched her with burning eyes. This time the tiny flames didn’t alarm her. Instead they excited her. They were a sign she was having just as big an impact on him as he was on her. She wanted to see her demon lose control in her arms as she broke apart in his.
He lowered himself to her with a growl. Fingers fought with her jeans buttons and she reached down to help him strip her of her last articles of clothing.
When her jeans and panties dropped over the side of the bed, she scrambled back a bit to get more room.
Jaral crawled after her, not willing to give her any space. His hands gripped her thighs to spread them apart. Darcy expected embarrassment to flood her at the provocative pose but instead she felt powerful. She lay spread beneath his hot gaze and reveled in the power to make those flames in his eyes burn even brighter.
“Mine,” he growled.
She wanted to nod and promise him forever. Only a last tiny piece of sanity kept her quiet.
Jaral lowered his mouth to her stomach. She gasped as his hot breath fanned across her taut abdomen. Reaching above her head, she twisted her hands in the sheets beneath them.
His hands trailed along her thighs, drawing invisible designs on the sensitive flesh.
“More,” he whispered. “I need to taste you.”
“Jaral,” she tried as he pressed his lips to her navel and continued lower. “We don’t have time for that.”
She heard his chuckle. “Make time.”
Darcy opened her mouth to protest again when she felt a finger slide along her slick folds.
“God,” she murmured.
“Not quite,” the demon between her legs purred. “Hold tight.”
She felt his tongue flick out against her clit and she couldn’t hold back her cry. One finger continued to play with her as he sucked the small nub into this mouth. When the digit dived into her she nearly arched off the bed.
“Jaral,” she cried. She clutched his head to her, fingers delving into his dark hair. Every lap of his tongue, every stroke of his finger, sent her higher. Each touch built the orgasm within her. She rocked instinctively against his clever mouth. Teeth grazed her clit and she screamed her pleasure. Jaral knew exactly how to please her.
“More,” she cried. “More, more, more.”