Mackenzie felt like laughing. Though today hadn't had the best start, Fergal had made it his goal to ensure tonight was beyond amazing. He had called in several favors from friends. They had danced on a private strip of the beach as the sun sank below the water. It felt like some Disney fairytale. Like Cinderella dancing with her Prince Charming lost in their own private world.

Now back at his house, she was taking a long, hot bubble bath that Fergal had suggested as he left to take care of one final thing to make tonight the best night ever. He had been so secretive and yet she knew what he was doing. She wasn't sure she was ready but when he asked, she of course would say yes.

She couldn't think of anyone else she would want to spend the rest of her life with. They could worry about the semantics later. She wasn't going to plan their lives before he even proposed. She just wanted to cherish this moment in its entirety.

As she climbed out of the tub, she grabbed her long, silk gown. She dried her hair, pulling it up so that her curls brushed across her breasts when she walked, then she spritzed her favorite perfume on her neck, breasts, and lower stomach.

She lowered the bedroom lights and arranged the pillows several times until she was satisfied. She wanted to seduce her man tonight. Overload his senses as she drove him wild. A sensual reminder for the days to come as they were once again apart.
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As she finished her arrangements, Fergal slipped into the backdoor. He had waited in his car until he was sure that not only was Mackenzie still upstairs but that his neighbors were inside. Coming home in full Demon body paint would lead to a lot of questions and uneasiness.

He grabbed his IPod and the docking station out of the living room. Earlier tonight, a friend had come over and hooked up the smoke machine in the guest room across the hall. So all he had to do was slip into the guest room, turn the machine on, hit play on the IPod, and make his grand entrance.

The whole thing felt a little ridiculous but if the woman he loved more than life wanted the demon, she would get the demon. Though he had paid his body paint artist a little extra to keep this between them. He did not need anyone else to think he had a kink about demon sex. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

MacKenzie freaked out as the lights suddenly went out completely. Leaving her in the dark without a flashlight or her phone close enough. Then without warning, smoke began to fill the room. She panicked thinking the house must be on fire.

She could hear a noise just on the other side of the door. She strained to make it out. Oddly enough it sounded like a faint heartbeat. She walked towards the sound, then she heard the drums and guitar riff.

Her face lit up as she realized what was happening. Her demon was here. Fergal had remembered their conversation and that was his surprise tonight.

As tears coursed down her cheeks, the door swung open and Fergal came in the room in full regale. The ridiculous head dress that she secretly loved to hate, the armbands, his trunks, everything. Yet instead of some horrific, ghastly monstrous symbol on his chest, he had a huge black and red heart. With their initials inside. He had turned her ridiculous fantasy into a romantic gesture that melted her heart.

She stood absolutely still as he crawled towards her. The look in his eyes was hypnotizing. She saw passion so strong her knees felt like Jell-O. Fergal smirked as he heard her moan and her eyes flutter. He hadn't even touched her yet and she was already falling apart.

As he finally reached her, he caressed her body. Starting with her legs, he worked his way ever so slowly up her body. Until he was looking her eye to eye and her breast was in his hands. He brushed his thumb across her hardened nipple. Her body shook and her breath was raspy.

"Tell me what you want?" Fergal muttered against her lips as he kissed her. His paint left a trail wherever his lips went.

"Forever." Mackenzie replied as she leaned her head back giving him better access to her neck.

Fergal licked her jugular before he bit it. Holding her up as her knees gave away. He wanted to pushed the thin straps of her gown off her shoulders. Following their trail with his lips. His tongue swirling against her skin.

Her nipples, coat with his paint, glistened in the moonlight. Wet from his mouth. Her stomach clenched as he licked his way down to her bellybutton. He nipped at her as he moved lower. Picking her up, he lowered her to the floor. Cradling her in his arms.

"Open your eyes, love."

Mackenzie opened her eyes, staring into Fergal's beautiful eyes.

"go deo mo ghrá" (forever my love)

He spread her legs apart. Kissing her hips. Then her inner thighs, swirling his tongue on the insides of her knees. He stroked her using his finger before he lowered his head. Sucking on her clit.

Mackenzie lifted off the bed as the millions of nerves in her clit went haywire at the sensation of his tongue and teeth. She cried out as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Quickening his pace as she grabbed his hair. She could feel her orgasm building.

Pulling back, he licked his fingers. Savoring the taste of her juices coating them. Rubbing a finger against her lips. Lowering his head to give her a long kiss.

She pumped her hips against him, feeling his erection straining against his tights. She slipped her hand into his tights and stroked him. Satisfied when she felt Fergal shudder above her.

Fergal clenched his jaw shut as he felt his balls begin to tighten. The blood flowing straight to his penis made him dizzy. He knew he was close to losing it. So he grabbed both her hands, pinning them above her head to the bed, and peered into her eyes.

"You don't want to tease the demon, love. He doesn't play nice."

Feeling like Aphrodite herself, Mackenzie rubbed her body against Fergal's. Slowly grinding her hips against him. Pushing his trunks down his hips as she looked him in the eyes.

"Tell your Demon to make me scream for mercy."

Eyes burning with desire, Fergal thrust into her. Burying himself deep within Mackenzie.

They were both too passionate and wild for love making, so it became raw and carnal. The sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with their groans and grunts filled the air. The headboard banged against the wall repeatedly, leaving dents and scuffs on the wall. Fergal grabbed her leg and placed it on his shoulder, angling his hips slightly so that he could go deeper.

Mackenzie clawed at his back and shoulders, using her foot to push him against her. Never close enough to suit. She felt like a crazed woman, unhinged, completely wanton.

With a final grunt, Fergal slammed into her, emptying himself deep inside her. Exhausted and sated.

Mackenzie still felt incomplete. She had been so close to reaching her climax before Fergal had collapsed on top of her.

"Ferg, baby. You okay?"

With the last bit of strength, Fergal lifted himself up onto his forearms.

One look into her eyes and he could tell. She hadn't cum.

"Oh love. I'm so sorry."

With sweet, tender kisses he begged for her forgiveness.

Then he slid down her body and sucked her clit. He pumped his fingers in and out until finally she had her release.

Later, once they had rested. He carried her into the bathroom to shower. Their bodies were slick with sweat and his body paint had transferred onto her. Leaving their bodies streaked. A mess that they had enjoyed creating.

Unfortunately, the bedroom was even worse. They would have to change the sheets, move the bed back to its original location, and sometime soon, he'd have to visit a home improvement store and buy some paint to fix the scuffed up wall.