Katarina wants to see exactly what the demon can do and Swain obliges.
"No, we are absolutely not doing this. That is final." He sounds like he's talking to an obstinate child. I let him bluster for a moment.
"Oh come on, it'll be fine." I wheedle, it usually gets me my way. "I just want to try once." I turn my head to gaze up at him from where I'm seated between his legs and tangled up in his arms. "Please?" I let my voice drop to a sensual whisper against his ear and nip the lobe, knowing it drives him mad.
He inhales sharply and yanks me even tighter against him, his hard cock pressing into my back. He thrusts against me roughly but I know it's doing nothing to relive that need coursing through him. "I have killed people with this hand. It is not going inside you." He forces the words out after a moment of hesitation that tells me his resolve is wavering. I fight back a triumphant smile, this is all going to plan. A week ago I was seized by this desperate yearning, a curiosity that demanded to be sated. I needed to know what he could do with that hand, what it would feel like to be fucked with it. I tried to let it go when he first told me no, but now it was all I could think about. So I lured him to bed with sunset burning off the heat of the day, stripped us both down, and mercilessly kissed and caressed every spot that I knew would wind him so tight he would break. I have no intention of sating his desires until he complies with mine.
"And yet here we are and it is wrapped around my waist at this very moment." I gesture down to where it sits, crimson against my pale skin, leaving a red hue to the tattoo covering my side. "It is perfectly controllable." I start to trail feather soft kisses down his neck toward his chest. He really shouldn't be surprised, I'm not one to be dissuaded by fear.
He moans softly as I run my tongue over his nipple. "But. I. Really." Another soft moan and I stop to let him finish. "Don't want to hurt you."
He has his moments of being wonderfully sweet, even if he is irritating me with it at the moment. I change tactics and wrap my arms around him, head leaning against his chest. "Jericho, I love you and I trust you. Now trust me, I'll tell you if it goes wrong."
He kisses the top of my head and I feel his posture relax. I know I've won before he even speaks. "Fine, there's no dissuading you, but I want it to be a matter of record that I still think this is a terrible idea."
"Your objection has been duly noted." I feel his hand leave my waist, spectral fingers trailing lightly across my skin as they make their way between my thighs. My blood thunders in my veins and my breath catches in my throat leaving me giddy with anticipation. My thighs part at the barest prompting, obedient to his touch as ever, leaving me open and unfettered for him. One unnatural finger caresses the sensitive bud between my legs, sending shivers through me as it leaves a tingling in its wake. He teases me, soft little circles, the warmth of it adding a curious dimension to the pressure of his finger. I whimper, desperate for more.
"Are you getting a little bothered Kitten?" His throaty voice tickles my ear and I feel him thrust against me again. Despite his objections, he can't resist tormenting me. In answer, I buck my hips toward his hand. "Patience love."
A few more of those torturous circles and I feel his finger positioned at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he pushes inside me. I gasp at a sensation like nothing I've ever felt before. The arcane power sparking through those fingers and the warmth they emanate sends pleasure radiating through me, reducing me to a quivering mess in his arms. "Oh, gods." I can barely breathe.
"You're such an excitable little thing." He growls and another finger enters me, heightening the sweet torment I'm being filled with. "Even like this, I can feel that you're soaking wet."
I feel myself flush, he always has to point out what he does to me. I open my mouth to retort, but I'm cut off as he begins to move inside me, my words dissipating. My breath becomes ragged as waves of bliss wash over me. As he brings me closer to the edge, my head lolls back against his chest, holding it up seeming too much of a burden. "That's it darling, let go."
I obey and let the euphoria begin to carry me away. His thumb returns to my clit, pressing it firmly in rhythm with his fingers inside me, that energy now pulsing through every one of my most sensitive areas. His other hand grasps one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers mercilessly. The world around me begins to blur and my thoughts cease to be. There's only the feeling of what he's doing to me, the mounting pressure, and the maddening sensations. "Jericho." His name is a prayer upon my lips.
"Come for me, Kitten." Not just his words command me, but the storm of passion my body has become and the firm stroke of his thumb on that over-sensitive little nub. I go over the edge and it feels like lightning explodes inside me. I cry out as I feel myself contracting around him, sending further pulses of ecstasy through me.
He's not done though, his movements continuing on, wringing pleasure from me until I can't move. Behind the fog in my mind, a new feeling surfaces, warmth building to discomfort. I yelp as it suddenly stings, bringing me crashing back to reality. With astounding swiftness, he removes his hand. "What happened?"
I can see it, glowing and crackling with that arcane power, his control of it lost for the merest moment. "Nothing." He glares at me, I did promise. "It stung a little."
He sighs. "I told you this would happen."
"Mmm, worth it. That was glorious." I snuggle against him.
His arms encircle me, a hand resting on my back, his love something I can feel in the air. "Well, we're never doing it again."
I tilt my head up and kiss that spot just under his ear where his jaw meets his throat, another of his little weaknesses. I'm rewarded with a soft gasp. "Tell me that again when I'm done with you."