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Daemon picked up another piece of lobster and popped it in his mouth. His eyes
never left Sy’s burning face. The sexual awareness that hung in the air
between them was almost palpable. Daemon had felt it the first moment he had
seen Sy dancing on stage a few weeks ago. He had chalked it up to the man’s
stage performance.
Now, he wasn’t so sure. After watching Sy dance this evening, Daemon knew it
was something more.
So
much more.
The tension flowing between the two of them could have lit up Phanta City for
an entire week, maybe two. Daemon's skin tingled, the hairs on his arms stood
on end. Sweat trickled down the middle of his spine.
It matched the bead of sweat he could see slide down Sy’s neck and into his
shirt. And damn, the shirt was so sheer that Daemon could just barely make out
the man’s dark nipples through the thin material.
He arrived in the room after Sy had sat down. How sheer were those pants? Did
it really matter? Daemon only wanted to know how Sy looked totally naked,
spread out on the bed.
His body clenched, his cock thickened, and his pulse raced as need clawed at
him.
Daemon had hard time drawing breath into his lungs. He wanted to reach across
the space between them, grab the alluring man, and drag Sy into his arms. It
was a battle to stay where he was and not give into his raging desires.
When the sweet, erotic scent of Sy's arousal floated on the air toward him,
Daemon flicked his forked tongue out, a deep groan welling up from his soul.
It was an intoxicating flavor, thick and tangible. It was probably the most
wonderful scent Daemon had ever tasted. He wanted to lick it off of Sys skin,
one drop of sweat at a time.
The scent made his dick hard. Made his balls draw up tight in hunger and his
fingers curl with the need to touch.
This is what happened when a man denied himself for too long.
He stood, the chair clattering behind him. Sy's eyes rounded as he gazed from
his plate to Daemon.
Sy got up from the table, his napkin falling from his lap as he backed away.
The man could run, but he wasn’t going to get far.
Daemon stalked the man across the room until Sy had nowhere to run but up on
the bed. Sy started crawling across the mattress as if he knew he was being
hunted.
The closer to the platform bed Daemon walked, the farther up Sy scooted until
he hit the headboard.
He had Sy right where he wanted him. Sy's eyes were glittering with disbelief
as Daemon moved onto the bed. He sank to his hands and knees and started
climbing toward the man he planned to balls deep inside of in the next ten
minutes—two if they skipped the foreplay. He lowered his eyelids to tiny
slits, licking his tongue across his bottom lip.
Sy was going to be his.
The siren swallowed so loudly that the sound echoed in the room. His hands
clenched the pillows, his expression resembling prey who knew the predator was
coming. “Wha-What are you doing?”
“What does it look like, krásna?” Daemon grabbed Sy’s ankle and jerked
the man down until Sy was lying flat on his back in the middle of the platform
bed.
No, they would have
to do the whole ten minutes—maybe even thirty. It would be a travesty of
justice if he skipped touching every inch of Sy’s gorgeous body.
As his eyes drifted over Sy and he had his answer about the lounge pants.
Except for a tiny triangle of darker fabric that barely covered Sy’s groin,
the pants were almost totally transparent. Daemon's breathing became shallow
as he stroked his hand over Sy’s ankle right where the lounge pants ended. The
pads of his thumbs made tiny circles as he watched Sy's reaction to his touch.
“Your skin is very soft.”
“M-My skin has to be
for work.”
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t think. Daemon had to taste.
Daemon slid his
fingers up Sy’s leg until the sheer fabric was pushed aside, and then leaned
down to drag his tongue across the salty flesh, the taste going straight to
his head.
Sy jumped, his leg
jerking in Daemon’s grip. Daemon tightened his hand as he bit down gently, not
enough to break skin, but enough to raise goose bumps on Sy's leg. He slowly
licked where he'd bitten Sy, his tongue tracing circles as the siren shivered.
His eyes turned to liquid pools of heated gold as he gazed down at Daemon.
Licking Sy was like
immersing himself in addictive sweetness.
“Dae-Daemon.” Sy’s
voice stuttered, breathless.
“Yes, krásna?”
Sy shuddered when
Daemon licked another patch of skin, and then another, inhaling as he dined on
the man. With each bit of skin that Daemon ran his tongue over, Sy’s
resistance became less and less until the beautiful siren was pushing toward
him instead of pulling away.
That's right,
sexy. Let me have you.
“We…” Sy licked his
lips until they glistened. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
The side of Daemon's
mouth twisted into a grin, mirroring the perverse amusement brought on by Sy’s
attempt at stopping the blazing inferno igniting between them. “We should
definitely do this.”
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