Claimed by Her Demon by Lili Detlev

emptiness left behind. She still felt his length and girth, still felt full and satisfied. Even with that, electricity still hung in the air. As her heartbeat eased to something approaching normal, Melinda knew that Ramael still wasn’t finished with her.
    He nuzzled her again, and the thick bar of his cock slid along the seam of her ass. She purred as he eased her buttocks open and nestled between them, applying gentle pressure to her most intimate hole.
    “Feel something you like?” she said, not quite able to keep her voice from quavering.
    “You,” he replied. He growling voice rumbled through her body. “Only you. And only with your permission.”
    “Yes,” she said. There really was no other answer to give.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Ramael. I said yes.” She tilted her head just enough to lock gazes with her demon. She brushed his snout with her hand, and kissed the end of his nose. This was her fierce protector. A predator without equal, at least not in the human realm. At any point, he could have threatened her, forced her to submit to his will, and there would have been nothing she could do to stop him. But he’d given her a choice at every turn. She wanted him, plain and simple. She wanted to please him, thrill him, and maybe even someday love him. For Melinda, there was no turning back.
    Ramael received her message loud and clear. He nuzzled her once more, and traced her neck with his tongue. She hummed in appreciation and settled back against the pillows. That tongue continued across her neck and moved down her spine. She felt his weight shift as he moved further down her body, lapping at each vertebra until he stopped at the hem of her skirt. Those dangerous claws of his slipped beneath the hem of the material, and slid it over her hips and down her thighs. Melinda lifted each leg slightly so he could pull the skirt free. She listened to it rustle as it settled on the floor beside the bed.
    “Your stockings stay on,” he said.
    “As you wish.”
    Then she gasped, because that tongue went back to work on her body, flicking against her swollen labia, teasing her clit, and then sliding up to circle her anus. She spasmed as her hole was teased and tickled. Ramael certainly wasn’t taking any chances. He clearly intended to work her open gently, ensuring that he drew out every possible bit of pleasure.
    Melinda clenched her ass as the fork of his tongue pushed inside her. “You don’t have to-” she began, but he shushed her.
    “Trust me, my sweet,” he said, and then went back to work.
    She relaxed under his ministrations, and didn’t protest when his tongued delved back into her exposed bottom, circling her sphincter before pushing up into her. She shivered and moaned as it worked its way into her, tantalizing the soft tissue lining the walls of her rectum. Ramael pushed deeper and deeper, touching places that she’d never felt stimulated before, not even when she experimented on her own. Melinda sucked in a breath and clutched at the sheets again. Then she slid a hand down between her thighs, rubbing her aching clit.
    Ramael pulled his tongue from her hole and traced it back up her spine, circling it around the base of her neck. Melinda moaned, heavy with need as she continued to stroke her sensitive little bud. His cock slid up and down the seam of her ass.
    “Please,” she said. “Please do it.”
    She kept rubbing as he positioned the head of his thick member against her asshole. She was ready so very ready, and pressed back against his hardness. Her thighs burned as his claws pressed against them, but she didn’t care. If he marked her, so be it. She would wear the bruises proudly.
    And then he was in.
    Her anus stretched wider than it ever had before. Ramael surged into her bowels, sinking his cock into her with one sure, steady thrust. Melinda cried out. Pain and pleasure swirled together in one beautiful miasma of sensation. She felt full, impossibly full, and marveled at how deep his