Demon Moon
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Cassie grabbed the length of Connor’s cock in her fist and started milking it, forcing just the head of his penis to settle on her tongue behind the ring of her lips. The motion seemed to settle him. Maybe it was her taking charge, or maybe it was how she manipulated him with her hand, but his seed lessened to a thinner, constant stream that, although bitter and acrid to the point of making her eyes tear up, was much easier to swallow than the scorching, steaming jets of before.
Connor’s legs did finally collapse. He fell to his knees, then onto his back. Cassie quickly stretched out onto her stomach to keep attached to his cock that was still leaking fluid, although it was only extremely small dribbles now. Eventually, he wrapped his hand around the base of her neck and pulled her up until she was lying on top of him.
“There is no more,” he told her. He leaned up and kissed her. He licked inside her mouth, tasting himself, she was sure. She knew he did it to share in the event of what she’d done. He bussed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and laid his head down on the grassy ground. “You have sucked me dry. And I swear to the heavens, Cassandra, even I did not imagine it would be that much.”
Cassie climbed up and rested her elbows on Connor’s shoulders so that she could see his face. He was clearly exhausted and spent, and she watched the demon slide away from his face as quickly as it had appeared.
“How do you feel?” she asked. She touched his smooth human forehead again. “Is he gone?”
Connor didn’t know how to answer that. He didn’t have the ability to just make the demon appear when he wanted. The demon broke through in extreme passion and primal acts of sex or violence. He could push him away as quickly or as slowly as he wanted after the bout of heightened emotion had passed, but he couldn’t just conjure him up again on command. Connor knew, with conditioning and training, it was possible to bring forth the demon upon will, but he had never wanted the demon to be with him when it wasn’t absolutely necessary, so he’d never learned how.
Connor searched his body and mind for signs, changes, a new or unfamiliar feeling of peace that hadn’t been there before.
“I don’t know,” he finally answered honestly, as he didn’t see the point in lying now. “Physically, I feel the same as I always have.” Cassie’s face crumbled before him, and Connor quickly added, “No matter what happens, I do not regret what happened tonight. We have found each other, and now that I have had you, I do not intend to let you go.”
“I will not go anywhere,” Cassie vowed, looking downright cantankerous. “I just don’t want you doubting my love for you if this did not work. I love you, Connor Hawkins.” She poked his chest very deliberately with each word she spoke. “I will not have some demon curse that might not work make you question that for even one second.”
Cassie was fiery above him, and Connor had never felt so fully alive in all of his life.
“Come here, my love.” He pulled her head down and kissed her soundly. When she was sufficiently trembling above him, he said, “I will never second-guess how you feel for me. Not after what you did tonight. Christ…” An image of her mouth wrapped around his cock filled his mind. He shifted her hips over his prick and rubbed. “…you make me think that I have never had a woman before. I cannot recall a single female face that existed before yours.” He expelled a heavy breath as the eraser points of her nipples abraded his chest through her thin T-shirt. “I swear that no flesh has ever responded to my body the way yours seems to do so naturally to mine.”
“Connor!” Cassie squirmed around all over him, making him groan. His body swelled with desire once again. Her jaw dropped to his chest in shock. “Connor Hawkins!” she scolded, even as she rubbed the V of her thighs over his rapidly hardening prick. “There is no way I’m feeling what I think I’m feeling.”
“But there is.” He smiled wickedly as he shifted her legs straight atop his. He pushed her sweats down her sleek thighs and off of her body. She immediately folded her legs up and squeezed his hips with her work-firm muscles. The vise of her thighs was heavenly.
Cassie rose up above Connor, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. She lifted her arms and slid her T-shirt from her body, revealing her little breasts that he thought were delectable and perfect. She looked down at him with a dreamy expression that was so beautiful he went stock-still for a moment, just so that he could concentrate and sear it into his memory forever. Her shoulders rolled provocatively as she braced her hands against his chest. Her tangled mess of wavy, mahogany hair spilled over her breasts, giving Connor a whole new picture of beauty to admire and love.
He pressed his widespread palms against her soft, bare stomach, and then up under the curtain of her tresses until the small mounds of her breasts were covered by his hands. He petted, and teased, and flicked until she was moaning and squirming. Her legs clamped against his hips rhythmically, searching for what only he was going to be giving her for the rest of her life.
He spread her thighs until the entrance to her excited pussy was poised just out of reach of the head of his cock.
“I am hard for you again already.” Connor reached between her legs and spread her nether lips apart with one hand, and lowered her down onto his raging penis with the other. She was wet and willing, open and grasping for him as she’d been so many times already in just this one short night. He slid inside her welcoming sheath to the hilt. “I want to make love to you under the Halloween moon, with complete honesty between us.” He glanced up at the shining orb in the dark, starry night sky. With a rueful grin, he added, “If it indeed still is Halloween.”
Cassie grabbed Connor’s wrist and glanced at his watch. It was the only item he had on his body, other than her, anyway. He was infinitely more interested in one than the other.
“It is,” she informed with a secret smile that tugged his heart. “11:58 p.m. Just barely got it done.”
Cassandra stole Connor’s breath and thoughts away as she rose up and came down, riding his embedded cock without prompting. She fisted his member with her exquisitely tight heat, and Connor was quickly swept under the tide of frantic passion once again. He was a prisoner to this woman and the feelings that only she could drag out of him. He was her slave, and he didn’t care.
Only he did care.
Connor stilled completely as it hit him, grunting with the need to keep moving as he grabbed Cassie’s hips to stop her.
He reached up and pulled her down, taking her mouth with just as much fierce desire as his cock had taken it moments ago. He whispered against her swollen lips, “My sweet Cassandra, you are driving me insane with your loving of me.”
“Good,” she said back. “That is my goal.” She rocked against his rigid length with deliberate intent. He growled and knifed up into her in response, for the first time in his life not fighting the passion that consumed him whole.
He smiled against her mouth and said something that he never thought in his life to be able to say to this woman. He whispered heatedly, “If we do not stop this, my love, I may put a life in your belly this night.”
That was when his Cassandra understood. She pulled up and braced herself against his chest, digging her small nails in hard enough to leave a bunch of little crescent moon marks in his flesh. Connor didn’t care. He wanted everything, branding and all. He held his tongue as the truth finally hit her too, and then sank in completely.
“You mean it?” she croaked, and started dragging over his throbbing cock again. “The demon is gone?”
“Yes.” Connor rolled Cassie over and began to take her in earnest. “There is only a man now. One that loves you desperately.”
“Oh, well.” She smiled up at him, and he lost his heart all over again. “I think I’d rather like for him to come out and play.”
“Good.” Connor braced Cassie’s head in his hands and held her gaze. “Because he’s here for good, and you aren’t ever getting away.”
And then Connor Hawkins, human male, took Cassandra Claire, love of his life, as he’d dreamed
of doing for five years. He never once looked back.
Cassandra was his. He was finally human, and he was in heaven.
Cameron Dane
I am an air force brat and spent most of my growing up years living overseas in Italy and England, as well as Florida, Georgia, Ohio, and Virginia while we were stateside. I now live in Florida once again with my big, wonderfully pushy family and my three-legged cat, Harry. I have been reading romance novels since I was twelve years old, and twenty years later I still adore them. Currently, I have an unexplainable obsession with hockey goaltenders, and an unabashed affection for ‘The Daily Show’ with Jon Stewart.