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This was not how the evening was supposed to go.
Anya drew her lower lip between her teeth and tried to hold back a shiver. But the demon between her thighs would have none of that. His hair tickled her skin as he pressed closer, the heat of his mouth pulling a too-loud moan from her lips.
"Beel," she breathed. Her chest was aching as she held back another sound of pleasure and attempted to keep an eye out for the other brothers. "Someone could—"
He caught her hand as she tried to push his head away. A low, rumbling growl vibrated along the seam of her as he paused long enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark beneath his lashes. "Not gonna stop until you come," he answered with just a hint of a snarl, and punctuated the words with a nip to her thigh.
"Fuck." She closed her eyes tight and threw her head back as he traced her entrance with his tongue. The dull bloom of pain from striking the wall meant nothing in the face of the tension building in her stomach. She whined, flinching away before rolling her hips forward, her fingers now pulling him closer as she fisted both hands in his hair. "Beel," she moaned again, unable to stop herself from rocking forward when he sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed. "Baby, please."
He made a noise that was both utterly pleased and borderline feral, teasing the bundle of nerves for a few seconds longer before dipping down and working his tongue inside her. His hands swept along her sides until coming to her hips, keeping her still when her legs trembled against his broad shoulders. As the noises she made grew more desperate, he purred in delight, teasing her with little flicks of his tongue and chaste kisses.
"Don't do that," she begged, stomach taut and her cheeks red. "No more teasing."
"I want to keep tasting you." He nuzzled the joint of her thigh before suckling a bruise into her skin. "You taste too good," he added when he pulled back to admire his work.
Anya let out a breathy laugh, gently dragging her nails along his scalp until he let out another purr. "You said you were gonna make me come." She tugged at his hair and held his gaze as he attempted to frown. "Make me come so I can do the same to you."
His eyes darkened further at that, his fingers greedily pulling her closer to the edge of the counter even as he used his thumbs to part her folds. "Later, in your room," he said before pressing his lips to her clit. "I want you to ride my face; want to keep tasting you."
"Mmhmm." She closed her eyes again, her heart racing and her fingers desperate to pull him closer as her cunt clenched around nothing. "Just don't stop."
He paused only long enough to chuckle against her mound. He peeked up at her beneath the red tufts of bangs that hung in creased clumps from her wandering hands. The skin around his crooked grin glistened with saliva and her slick. "Ha, then how am I supposed to get you to your room?"
A broken curse fell from her lips and she used what strength she had left in her legs to keep him from pulling too far. "You said," she protested weakly, "said you weren't gonna stop. Don't tease me, baby. Please."
A growl formed in the back of his throat just before he licked his lips. His eyes darkened hungrily as he dragged his gaze downward. "Anya," he purred before flattening his tongue along her slit. "You'll just have to be all sticky and boneless when I carry you upstairs." With a furrow between his brows as he closed his eyes, he dipped his tongue into her entrance.
"Beelzebub." Her voice did not even sound like hers anymore. She bucked forward as far as his hold on her thighs would allow, knowing already the bruises that would line her skin. With each swipe of his tongue, she murmured soft encouragement, her fingers still working through his hair as she pushed closer, as close as possible.
When he circled his lips around her clit and sucked, she was pushed over the edge. While she shuddered and gasped, he continued to lap at her, eyes pressed shut in sincere focus as sounds of lustful delight rumbled his chest.
Anya sagged as pleasure fluttered through her, continuing to hold him close until it all became too much. Her fingers clenched in his hair, but pushed at him, her body jerking with overstimulation. "Beel." She blinked back tears, trying to pull away.
Beel leaned back, a silver trail of spit briefly connecting them before he wiped it away with the back of his hand. "Mmmm," he grinned. "You always taste extra delicious when you're like that." Without giving her a moment to clean up, he righted her shorts and underwear just long enough to scoop her into his arms. "I'll take dessert in your room," he said nonchalantly as he headed for the door. Just before leaving the kitchen, he popped open the freezer door and grabbed a box. "For later," he explained. "I think I'll be really exerted after this."
"You'll be exerted," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she tucked her face against his neck. "I can't feel my lips." Which was not quite true, because she could still feel every bit of his skin as she kissed a line along the side of his throat. As he took the stairs, she paused and tilted her head back. "What do you mean, extra delicious 'like that'? When I'm like what?"
The gentle grin he gave her sent a soothing warmth throughout her insides. "When you are all worked up like that, tensing against my grip." The reason did not make much sense, but he said with such simple conviction she did not feel like she could object. "I like it."
As he took the last stair and stepped into the hall, a half dressed brother with a towel wrapped around his head made a brief appearance. Asmo started to say something, but instead gave a cheeky wink. That bastard probably knew something. She was certain he could smell sex 50 miles away. Which sounded awful, if she were honest.
When Beel shut her bedroom door behind him, he set her gently on the bed. "Are you thirsty?" he asked as he set aside the box of frozen sweets and began to tug off his T-shirt.
"Uh," her brain paused as he pulled the material up and over his head. She had seen him without a shirt so many times, had even touched his beautiful body with her own hands; she thought she would be used to it, and yet . . . . Swallowing heavily and forcing her gaze to rise to his face, she curled her tongue against her teeth in an effort to banish the dryness in her mouth. "Some water, please," she managed at last.
Beel hummed in acknowledgement, turning to her dresser and fetching a stainless steel jug, covered in stickers. "Here," he said softly as he offered her the straw. "You need to stay hydrated."
She stared at the straw for a long moment before leaning forward and sipping at the water. When she had eased the dryness in her mouth, she pulled back and looked up at him again. "Thanks."
The strong demon—how easy it was to forget he was one at times—guzzled the water after her. The straw finally flicked away with his mouth and stray droplets sprung from the end. He grinned, a bit boyishly. "Haha, it's sweeter because you used it."
"Oh my gosh." She hid her face with her hand before the flush could completely cover her face. Something in her chest went tight and she gave a helpless laugh as she shook her head. "You're too cute."
"You’re cute too, Anya." His grin widened as he caught her wrist and gently drew her hand from her face. “I like your blushing face.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes again, she shifted atop the bed as he sank down next to her. Her gaze was irresistibly drawn to his bare chest when he placed her palm against his shoulder. She touched the charm of his necklace with her thumb before tracing the line of his collarbones. When he leaned forward, she lifted her face, finally allowing herself to smile as he kissed her. It was a chaste thing, sweet as the candy he loved so much. But as he deepened the kiss, Anya tasted herself, and it had her moaning into his mouth.
In one swift motion, Beel framed her hips and pulled her closer, urging her into his lap. Far too easily, he guided her upward as he stretched out on the bed, pulling until he had her straddling his shoulders. He was smiling again, his hair splayed out sloppily beneath his head on the pillow, his eyes slowly darkening as he held her gaze. "Let me taste you."
With a sharp inhale, she reached for the bars of her headboard, holding herself upright while Beel swept his palms over her back and down until he cupped her ass. His words registered and she flushed all over again. Nervously pushing her hair from her face, she met his gaze where he waited between her thighs. "Babe," she said with a huff, "I still have my shorts on."
After a swipe of his nose along her inseam, shorts and all, he made short work of the clothes on her bottom half before placing himself between her legs again.
Anya tried to ignore the warmth building in her stomach already, shifting her weight and trying not to react when he gave her curves a squeeze. "This is," she paused and bit her lip, not needing to look over her shoulder to know that he was still hard. "Beel, I know you like eating me out, but what about you?"
"Don't worry," he assured her calmly, moving his hands to her stomach. His hands roved upward, framing her ribs before he brushed his fingertips along the curve of her breasts. "I have plans."
"Oh, I'm sure you do," she answered dryly, unable to hold back the shiver at his touch. Her skin pebbled in response, her nipples hardening beneath the soft cotton of her bra; as his touch continued, she arched into the heat of his palms, humming happily. After a moment’s hesitation, she began to lower herself down.
With her weight hovering just over his chin, he met her before she fully seated herself atop him, opening his mouth to lap at her sticky folds. The noises he made alone were enough to send shivers racing back up her spine, but he was a master with both his lips and his tongue, dipping in and out of her entrance, drawing her folds between his lips one moment, and then suckling her clit the next.
Anya barely caught the first moan before it fell from her lips, her back arching upward even as his hands urged her down. Her hips hitched and jerked between his palms, first one way and then another, all of it only serving to give him more. She whined breathily as she pressed her forehead against the cool rails, her knuckles white where she clung to the headboard.
Beel mercilessly ate her out, completely displaying his indomitable focus and voracious appetite—for her . He held her still, no matter how she writhed in his hold, and when she finally began to grind against his mouth, begging him for more, he made a series of pleased sounds and moved with her. She would have been embarrassed at how quickly he had her to the edge already, but as he purred at her entrance and lapped greedily, she pressed against his mouth and groaned, unraveling.
He hummed his approval, licking her clean even while she shuddered and shook above him. When she murmured a protest, he shifted, hands sliding upward to cradle her boneless form as he moved beneath her. With careful, strong movements, he turned them both and laid her on the mattress, head placed careful on the pillow.
"Cute," he mused insistently, with such pure enjoyment and innocence it was hard to believe he had just done that. His hand rose to sweep some of the hair from her face, framing her cheek as he moved close enough to kiss her again. “Beautiful. ”
She laughed breathlessly, still somewhat lost in the haze of her orgasm. Now she could not feel her lips, and she panted artlessly, her hands reaching for him.
He gave her another kiss before pulling away to stand beside the bed. Shoving his pants and boxers down in one go, he straightened, uttering a sigh as his hard, flushed length sprang up, finally free of the confines of his clothes. He rejoined her on the bed, one hand stroking his cock and guiding him toward her cunt.
“Beel.” She drew in a long, stuttered breath, her legs parting automatically as he moved over her. Her gaze fell to where he pressed himself against her, sliding between her sensitive folds. Between her arousal and his precome, he moved easily against her, his cock twitching though he did not press. But it was the look on his face, that focus and adoration, that had her moaning again. She covered her overheated face with her arms and worked to catch her breath.
A heartbeat later, she felt the pressure of his tip at her entrance. He hissed with pleasure as he sank into her past his head, and she could hear him holding his breath. "Is this okay?" She could feel him trembling between her thighs, holding himself back, his hands fisted tight in the bedding to either side of her shoulders.
Anya nodded beneath her arms.
“No,” he insisted. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”
She groaned, moving restlessly beneath him, knowing if she looked at him now, she would be lost. “You. I want you, Beel.”
“How?” He went still against her, pulling another frustrated sound from her throat, but he did not move. “With my mouth? Should I use my fingers to stretch you out?”
“No,” she whined. “You. Want you to fuck me. Please.”
His weight shifted, the heat of his breath breaking over her forearms before he left a series of kisses along the barely visible lines beneath her wrists. Then, he nuzzled the curve of her jaw. “How? ” He rolled his hips, moaning along with her as the length of his cock slid between her folds again, purposefully teasing her clit. “Like this?” His movements continued, hips rolling smoothly as he rocked against the soft plane of her stomach. “Want me to fuck you like this?” he murmured against her neck, finding her pulse with his tongue. “I can do that, honey. I can rub one out between your thighs, make us both a mess. Is that what you want?”
Anya curved toward his kisses, whimpering when he nipped at her earlobe. She wanted to hold him, wanted to feel him. But the words were stuck in her throat.
Beel seemed to know, his kisses turning rougher even as he continued the slow thrust of his hips. “No, you want me inside you, don’t you?” He pressed a smile into her skin, his voice little more than a low whisper. “You said so downstairs—you want to make me come. Want me to fill you up, stretch you out so good you can’t talk, can’t breathe. All you have to do is tell me, Anya.”
“Beelzebub.” She could feel the full body shudder that went through him, and it made her empty cunt flutter. Despite her embarrassment and rising frustration, she lifted her arms above her head, revealing her flushed face and bright eyes. Arching her back, she met his gaze. “I want you inside me. Want you to do all those things you said.” She tightened her thighs around him. “Want you to come inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes darkened and a growl rumbled deep in his throat, but his smile did not fade. He bent and kissed her, tracing the bow of her upper lip before delving past her parted lips, meeting her tongue with his own. The bed shifted once more as he took his cock in one hand and pressed against her entrance. With her moan in his mouth, he pushed forward in slow inches, sheathing his entire girth until he was fully seated within her.
She gasped, her head falling back, bright spots filling her vision along with the sensation of finally being full. Another whimper escaped her as Beel began to draw back; she moved her body with him, eager to have him fill her again. The next thrust forced the air from her lungs once more, and she opened her eyes at Beel’s quiet urging.
“Watch,” he ordered, pleaded. “Don’t hide your face or close your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
Sweat prickled at her nape and the base of her spine; her eyelids fluttered as she lifted her head from the pillow to watch him move. Her lower stomach protruded each time he rocked into her, and when he saw that he had her full attention, he began to move in earnest. Between gasps and moans, she greedily watched him, her gaze tracing the familiar lines of his body with growing want. His arms and abdomen tensed with each thrust, the muscles in his chest flexing as he continued his purposeful rhythm. Strands of his hair clung to his temples as the space between them grew hotter, and each time she returned to his gaze, she found him already watching her, desire sharpening his features.
Gasping at one particularly hard thrust, Anya finally moved her arms, her fingers grasping for the headboard, attempting to halt their slow journey across the bedding. The bed creaked beneath them, and that mingled with the wet sounds of him filling her only served to deepen the ache building low in her stomach. She closed her eyes briefly. “Beel, baby, more. ”
He slowed his pace and hummed thoughtfully. When she met his gaze again, he smirked and leaned back, his hands shifting to frame her thighs. He tugged until her hips were flush with his, nearly forcing her to release her grip on the headboard, and gave her another long, hot look. The new position forced her to arch her back, her chest jutted toward the ceiling. Releasing one leg, he caught the edge of her shirt in his hand and jerked the material upward, catching the band of her bra, as well. When he had the cloth caught up over the swell of her breasts, he nodded.
“Beautiful,” he iterated again, shallowly thrusting forward and watching as her breasts swayed. He continued the slow pace, waiting until she met his gaze. “You’re beautiful, Anya.” With a grin that was only slightly less sharp than its predecessor, he gave one breast a squeeze before cupping her thighs again. He pulled back until she could only feel the tip of him, then thrust sharply forward. Her breasts bounced this time, nipples peaked and hard; he purred with delight before he repeated the motion. There was no pause now, only the continued back and forth of his hips, his pace gradually increasing.
Anya moaned loudly, but there was no embarrassment this time. Only the promise of pleasure so long as he continued to fuck her, just like this. Almost like this. “Faster,” she begged, doing her best to match his rhythm.
He obeyed, fingers pressing sharply along her thighs as he pulled her toward him with each desperate snap of his hips. The bed protested, but neither of them slowed. Beel snarled, his body tensing until he suddenly came, his hips stuttering as his hot seed coated her insides.
She released the headboard to reach for him, grasping at his wrists where he held her, her nails leaving marks in her haste to feel him against her. A series of broken sounds left her as she shifted atop the rumpled bedding, grinding against him as best she could.
Without pause, he caught her hands and drew her upward until they were chest to chest, hip to hip. Their bodies were slick with sweat, but he simply held her against him, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, the other pressed to the bed behind them to keep them both upright. He chuckled as Anya wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his throat. The vibration of his laughter buzzed against her lips as she left open mouthed kisses between short breaths; she nipped at his pulse in reply and rolled her hips against his. A contented sigh slipped from him as she worked over his still hard length, and he bent to nuzzle her shoulder.
She was nearly there, and he knew it. Between the fluttering of her walls and the increasingly desperate movement of her hips, Beel knew she was riding the edge.
He hummed softly, ignoring her frustrated whine, and kissed one of the marks he had left earlier before gradually leaning upward. His mouth was hot and slick, just below her ear, and he nipped at her again, if only to hear the whimper that she offered. "Come on, babe," he breathed against her skin, moving his arm until his palm spanned the base of her spine. "You're gonna get me all worked up again if you keep that up."
"Shut-up, " she hissed, raking her short nails between his shoulders. Her anger was short-lived as she groaned again with rising frustration, her body losing its rhythm, though she was no less desperate. "Fuck." She tucked her face against his chest. "I'm so close."
He met the next press of her hips, stomach clenching as the heat of her cunt fluttered around his sensitive cock. With his hand holding her steady, he thrust up when she dropped her weight. "I've got you." He smiled again, pleased that she clung to him and trusted him to hold her upright. Bouncing her up and down in his lap, he listened to the quickening sound of her breaths beneath the slap of her skin against his, timing the upward motion of his hips to fill her as much as possible. When she hitched, her body tensing against him, he pressed her down, guiding her hips in slow circles as she came apart around him.
Shaking, Anya clung to him. Pleasure had her breathing his name, how good he was, how good he felt, and she meant every word. She was still trembling, little spasms of pleasure making her sigh and idly roll her hips toward him. Finally she went still, clinging to him with what strength she had left, and gave a tired, but sated sigh.
She listened to the slowing beat of his heart and softly smoothed her fingertips along his nape. When he shivered, she smiled and repeated the motion.
"Hey," he huffed. "That tickles."
"Good." She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder before baring her teeth and biting him affectionately. "You wore me out. And to think, I just went downstairs to make sure the coffee maker was prepped for tomorrow."
Beel shook his head, drawing his hand in slow strokes along her side. "Sorry. You just smelled really good. And then you started making all those cute noises, and—"
"Okay, okay." Laughing quietly, she gave him the strongest hug she could. "I get it. You're going to get yourself all riled up again, and I can not work on five hours of sleep anymore." She tilted her head back and wrinkled her nose. "And now I need a shower."
He scoffed, bending down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "I still think you smell good."
"You're biased." Turning her head enough to return the kiss, she held back another sigh, enjoying the moment of closeness. One kiss turned to two, then three, and as his touch tightened just a little, she gave him one last peck before pulling back. "Shower, a snack for you, and then bed."
"Actually, can I join you?" He helped her lift her weight off him. His smile grew when she made a muffled sound at the loss of his cock, their shared arousal spilling down her thighs and atop the rumpled sheets. She made a note to do laundry in the morning, too. Once he had helped her to her feet, he moved to the edge of the bed. "You got me all messy."
Turning a narrow eyed look in his direction, she started to reply, but the words faded to laughter as he bent and caught her face in his hands, kissing her through her smile. "You are," she hummed against his lips, "incorrigible. You know that, right?"
"What can I say?" He kissed her again before pressing his forehead to hers. "You bring the worst out in me."
"Really?" She lifted her hands to gently frame his wrists, nuzzling his cheek. "The worst?"
Beel made a happy sound, red-gold lashes briefly resting on his cheeks. "Mmhmm. Isn't that how the saying goes?"
"It is." Dropping one hand, she poked at the center of his chest. "But shouldn't you be saying 'the best'?"
"That's how humans say it, huh?"
She groaned and rolled her eyes. "All right. Enough teasing. Shower time, or I'm not making pancakes tomorrow."
"Mmm," he nodded while humming in agreement. "Just one quick snack. These have been melting long enough." He reached over to the box he pulled from the freezer earlier. The cardboard exterior was now so soft, the tab he grabbed tore away, dropping the rest of the carton to the floor. His mouth curved in a pout. "Oh."
“Beel.” They both stared at the mess before she knelt and began slipping the now unfrozen treats back into the box. “It’s all right. There’s another box in the freezer.” She glanced up at him and offered a smile. “I’ll clean this up. Just put your pants on and go grab your snack. I’ll probably still be in the shower when you get back.”
His expression softened, his frustration mollified. “Thanks, Anya.” He quickly collected his pants and pulled them on, striding to the door without any hesitation. “I’ll bring you some water, too.”
“Thanks, baby,” she called after him, grateful for yet another reason that the girls were visiting friends and not party to all the . . . noise of the evening. A smile pulled at the edges of her mouth all the same as she finished cleaning up the melted food. That smile wavered as she pushed herself to her feet, her knees and muscles protesting. She scoffed while straightening; with just a twinge of protest, her body responded, and she walked to the bathroom, more than pleased at the reason behind why she was so sore.
And it made the heat of the shower all the sweeter. As steam poured out into the bathroom, she began to wash her hair, humming to herself while working the lather against her scalp. Her voice reverberated quietly within the tiled room, but she still heard the latch of the door as Beel returned. She tilted her head back beneath the spray of water and pretended not to hear his footsteps or the sound of his pants dropping to the floor before he opened the door and slipped inside.
Holding back a shiver as the cold air swept over her back, Anya pushed her hair back from her face and continued to hum. Without warning, she heard a soft crunch, followed by quiet slurping, and her song faded.
“Did you bring your popsicles in here with you?” she deadpanned.
Another crunch. “Mmhmm. I finished the rest on the way up here. Want a bite?”
She looked over her shoulder, rubbing the washcloth between her palms. “Is it another of your crazy sweet and sour desserts?”
“Nah. I know you don’t like them.” The edges of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at her and offered the frozen treat. “Promise.”
With another narrow-eyed look, she let out a long exhale and turned enough to take the proffered popsicle into her mouth. She sucked for a moment or two, then pulled back, licking her lips as she processed the odd, albeit interesting, flavor of the treat. When she looked upward, she found that his gaze was focused on her mouth. A moment later, the fingers of his free hand brushed the flare of her hip.
“Beel,” she said between laughs. “Babe, I’m too tired.” Her laughter continued, echoing off the walls as he stepped forward and tried to bring her closer with his hand at her side. “I’m serious!” She grinned as he bent and kissed her; the washcloth fell between them as she lifted her hands and braced them against his chest. “Beel, come on,” she said, now between kisses. “I meant it—no pancakes if you keep me up!”
He pursed his lips in a pout before dipping his head and nibbling at the curve of her jaw. “But you looked so good with that popsicle in your mouth.”
“Oh my gosh, are you seriously trying to tempt me?” Anya’s voice briefly trailed off into giggles as he walked his fingers up along her spine. “Beelzebub, I swear, that is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard, but I’m not—” This time, her voice was cut off by the insistent press of his lips. She continued to laugh between kisses, returning a few before she prepared to pull away.
Beel gave a growl that echoed quietly in the bathroom, and Anya’s laughter weakened when he closed his fingers in her wet hair, holding her still as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept through her mouth, chasing the lingering taste of his shared dessert.
“Baby,” she protested, her hands now clinging to his shoulders. “Beel.” She inhaled sharply when he bit her lower lip; her cheeks burned as a traitorous whine escaped her. “You—ah fuck, babe. Beel, you’re going to—you're going to lose the last of your snack if you keep this up.”
“Oh. Right.” He suddenly straightened, lifting the popsicle to his mouth and finishing it in one, fast bite. “Good save, Anya.”
“Mmhmm,” she replied breathily, smoothing her palms over his shoulders as she reined in the desire that his kisses had stirred in her. “Glad I could help.”
His smile was bright. He gave the leftover stick a considering look, but at the disbelieving sound she made, he nodded and set it aside. “Want me to wash your back?”
She narrowed her eyes yet again. “Just wash?”
He nodded. “And then you could wash mine?”
“Well . . . .” she paused as she tried to divine whether or not this was something that would lead to another round of sex. “Mm, all right.” Her gaze fell to where the washcloth had come to rest over the drain, most of the suds already washed away. She bent, grabbing the forgotten cloth in one hand, and once again began the slow rise to stand, her muscles still stiff and sore. And totally did not sneak a peek at Beel's very close, very delightful, already erect cock.
A part of her felt very bad that he was hard just from those few kisses. Another part was very, very pleased. The last part found that she was not quite as tired as she had protested.
Keeping her gaze focused on the task at hand, she began lathering up the cloth once more, half-heartedly humming to herself in a means to distract her thoughts. She was not very successful.
"Let me," Beel offered, taking the textured cloth and sweeping it over her back. His free hand came to rest on the slight dip of her waist, the touch innocent and grounding as he began to wash her. But Anya could not seem to keep her thoughts anywhere near to innocent. The sight of the already blooming bruises and love bites adorning her hips and thighs definitely did not help.
She laced her fingers together and tried to ignore the growing ache within her, as well as the gentle touch of her demon. “Beel,” she said at last, hoping some conversation would help distract her.
His voice was near her ear as he bent a little to continue washing her back. “Hmm?”
“Uh.”
Should’ve thought of a topic first, dumbass.
Swallowing, she tilted her head back and tried to focus on the slow scrubbing motion of the washcloth beneath her ribs. “I’ve got kind of a random question.”
Amusement made his voice sound sweeter. “Okay. What’s the question?”
“Well, um . . . when I first got here, I had an introductory course to the anatomy and physiology of the majority of demons.” His touch returned to her shoulders, moving the cloth in back and forth passes before tracing the curve of her spine. “But they never really went over things like, mm . . . sex.”
He stopped at the top of her shoulder. “Oh?”
She pretended her cheeks were not currently burning. “Yeah, shocking, I know. I guess they thought it wasn’t something they had to worry about.”
“Is it something you’re worried about?”
Anya quickly shook her head and took the cloth as he offered it to her. “No. I have no, uh, complaints or concerns. Things are,” she laughed, “good. Really good.”
He dropped a kiss in her hair, muffling the sound of his own laughter. “All right, so no complaints or concerns. Just a question?”
“Just the question,” she assured. Reaching for the body wash, she began building up another lather. “Your turn,” she said with forced cheer, keeping her gaze up as she turned to face him. Beel gave her a smile before he presented his back. The sight of the marks she had left on his shoulders and back were as clear as the bruises on her thighs. Anya blushed heavily. "Right, so, my question has to do with demonic sex drives. Or more specifically, yours."
The slightly choked noise he made helped her feel just a little less embarrassed. "Don't think I've ever had someone ask me about that before."
"Well, I've never asked it before," she teased gently, "so that makes us a pair." Lifting the cloth, she began washing his lower back. "Honestly, I just want to know if I'm, well, helping you meet your needs."
Beel was quiet for a long moment and Anya kept her focus on spreading the suds along his entire back. She was careful of the places where she had left scratches, especially between his shoulder blades. He took a deep breath beneath the press of her hands, and his voice was a low vibration beneath her palms. "To be honest, I've never really had needs like this."
"Really?" It was not too difficult to believe, except for the fact that he had been alive for thousands of years. "You've never really . . . ."
He shrugged, muscles flexing beneath slick skin, and she wondered if he could feel how her fingers were wandering. "Every once in a while, I'd have the urge to be with someone, but it wasn’t that I needed them. Once it was over, the hunger was back and I never . . . ." He lifted his hand to push his hair back from his face, fresh water trailing down over his muscles, inevitably drawing her gaze down. "That makes me sound kind of bad, doesn't it."
"I don't think so." She rinsed out the cloth before folding it and setting it aside. "I know you didn't hurt those people you were with, and knowing the kind of person you are, I know you would never have been selfish with them either." Smoothing her hands over his sides, she leaned forward to give him a brief hug, nuzzling him as she locked her fingers together just above his ribs. "You're caring and sweet and giving." She grinned. "And very, very talented."
"Hah." His fingers closed 'round her wrists, gently keeping her close before she could pull away. "Well, I can't admit that I ever wanted any of them the way I want you."
Anya froze despite the heat of the water and the warmth of Beel's skin against her own.
“We kind of talked about this before, but meeting you, being with you—it’s been different than anything else I’ve ever experienced.” He gave another hum, his thumb tracing her knuckles as he continued to put his thoughts together. “You make things better. You make it easier for me to forget how hungry I am; make it so that I’m satisfied for longer.” His frame shifted and she guessed he was glancing over his shoulder at her, but she did not lift her face from where she was hidden against his skin. “When I’m with you, I want more than food. I want something more than I want food. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you.”
A silly smile pulled at the edges of her mouth. She nuzzled closer, squeezing him again as her chest grew tight. "I like the sound of that."
"Me too." His touch swept over her forearms before coming back down toward her wrists. A moment later, he laced their fingers together, his hands easily dwarfing hers. "I really do love you, Anya."
Face hot and heart fluttering, Anya held him as tight as she could. "I love you, too, Beel."
"Did that answer your question?"
"Hmm, sort of." Rubbing her cheek against the dip of his shoulder blade, she tried to pretend that her heart was not continuing to beat too quickly. Or the return of that empty ache growing between her thighs. "I just wanted to know if you wanted or needed to come more than once. More often than not, you're busy making me feel good."
He purred at the praise. “Yeah, well, I like it. You make the sexiest noises, and you smell and taste—“
“Good, yeah, I know.”
“Better than good.” Beel released one of her hands and turned, catching her before she could hide her face against his chest. He framed her cheek with his palm, inclining his head so that he could hold her gaze. “Great. The best thing I’ve ever had.”
She glanced to the side, her smile softening. “I know, Beel. But we’re not talking about me right now. We’re talking about you.” Forcing herself to meet his gaze, she set her hands on his hips, encouraged by the delight she could see in his eyes. “I want to know if I’m satisfying you.”
His head tilted to one side, a faint smirk playing on the edge of his mouth. “Is that why we’re still in the shower?”
“Mm, maybe.” She arched her brows and swept her fingers in toward his navel. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind about going to bed as soon as possible.”
Beel laughed softly, his stomach flexing as he arched closer. “But what about breakfast?”
Anya sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward. “Yes, Beel. I will still make you pancakes tomorrow.”
"Perfect," he sighed, lifting his arms to reach for her.
"You've had your turn." She caught his wrists; he let her hold him still. Her gaze drifted down from his growing smile to the drops of water that slid down his frame. Slowly, she swept her thumbs over his pulse, then loosened her grip to drag her fingertips along his forearms and over the swell of his biceps. At his shoulders, she pressed her palms against his skin, slick and hot from the water. His chest rose beneath her touch. She smiled at his sharp inhale when she dragged her nails just above his ribs, then along his sides. "You're always so focused on me," she repeated. "I like touching and tasting you, too, you know."
He took a step closer, his hands loosely framing her elbows as he watched the path of her hands. "Do I taste good?" he asked softly.
She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, her fingers circling his navel. "Very good."
"I want to kiss you." He watched as she smiled and slowly shook her head.
"Not yet." Her nails skimmed over the divet of his hip bone; her smile grew when she felt his cock twitch against her stomach. "There are other parts of you I want to taste first." She relished the parting of his lips and the flush that spread over his cheeks as he understood her words. But her fingers swept upward, back toward his chest as she leaned forward. "Don't worry," she murmured, stretching a little to cup her hands at his nape and encourage him to lean down. "I won't tease you too much."
Softly, she pressed her lips to his cheek. She inhaled, nuzzling closer before inclining her head to leave another kiss on his jaw. When he leaned into her touch, she hummed, pleased, and continued her line of kisses down the length of his neck. Between chaste pecks, she parted her lips and flicked her tongue against his skin. With the flutter of his pulse beneath her lips, she bared her teeth and briefly bit him, her gentleness and human teeth not enough to prick or draw blood.
But it was enough to have him tense, his hands twitching around her upper arms, tugging her closer. "Anya."
"Beel," she answered, her tone soft, but firm. "Patience. You'll have me soon enough."
The sound he made was something between a growl and a moan, echoing within the tiled room and buzzing beneath the press of her mouth. She hummed again, soothing even as she slid her hands down his chest, nails scratching, her lips following a moment later. As his breathing quickened, she nipped again, leaving a mark beneath his collarbone.
He shivered, hands sliding to her shoulders when she drew his nipple between her teeth.
"You taste so good, baby." She counted his ribs beneath her fingertips, kissing her way across his chest, catching water droplets with her tongue. "And I just love how easily you hold me, how safe you make me feel."
The way he said her name had her rubbing her thighs together even as she took her time leaving kisses and bite marks over his abdomen. Each kiss made him sigh and hum; each bite had him growling and dragging his nails between her shoulders. As she moved lower and curled her tongue around his navel, his hands finally shifted, closing in her hair. He cradled her head in his palms, carefully tugging her closer even as he leaned into her touch.
"The way you feel beneath my hands," she murmured, her voice barely louder than the running water. "The way you feel against me." Anya chuckled, shifting her weight and bending further, tilting her head so she could nip at his thigh. "And the way you feel inside me?"
"It's good?" he panted.
She pulled against his hold enough to meet his gaze. Her smile grew as she saw the deep flush across the bridge of his nose, the answering heat in his eyes. " Very good," she repeated. Ignoring the protests her body made, she knelt, hands smoothing over the dip of his hips, down to his knees, and back up the length of his thighs. She held his gaze as she leaned near enough to kiss the faint mark she had made.
Beel shuddered as she parted her lips and sucked harshly at his skin. His fingers clenched in the heavy weight of her hair, his cock twitching against her cheek as she finished the mark with another bite.
"Now we have a matching pair," she said with fondness even as she grinned.
"Anya. No more teasing."
She bared her teeth in a sharp grin. "But I want to keep tasting you."
His answering growl echoed in the bathroom and sent a pool of warmth straight between her thighs. "I want you."
"Then you can have me." She let him help her up, her skin electrified by the desperation she could feel in his touch. Her hands found purchase on his waist just as he bent and kissed her with obvious hunger. His hands framed her face, cradled her gently even as he pressed her backward, leaning close as the cold of the tiles touched her bare back. One hand shifted, thumb pressed to the underside of her chin, tilting her, directing her. He pushed closer, feasting on the gasps he pulled from her lips.
Anya shuddered, her whole body arching toward him, her fingers sweeping over his chest before she gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself. Their bodies slid against one another, wet-slick skin slipping away before they came back together. The sound of their breaths breaking over one another's lips made her head spin; her heart tripped to hear the deep rumble of his hungry growls.
She pulled back with a gasp, the sound echoing beneath the rush of water. "Beel," she whispered, her head falling back as he pressed forward, trailing kisses over her jaw, down the side of her neck. His body was hunched over hers, framing her in, and when his hands fell to her hips, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Can you take me again?" The words were rumbled against her shoulder as his hands swept down over the curve of her back.
Nodding wordlessly, she dragged her fingers through his hair, punctuating her own growing desire with a tug. She forced herself to remain still as his hands came to her thighs. When he hefted her upward, she wrapped her legs around his waist, all too aware of his stiff cock pressed against her belly. With a small wriggle, she dropped one hand between them, guiding him between her legs.
"You're sure?" He moved toward the wall again, trapping her between the tiles and his chest. "I don't want to hurt—"
Anya kissed him, breathing sharply through her nose when she had tasted him as thoroughly as he had done to her. "I'm sure," she said against his mouth, briefly nipping his lower lip. "Take me."
He obeyed and returned the gesture, suckling greedily while rocking his hips upward, slowly filling her.
"Fuck." The word was quickly lost to Beel's kisses and his low rumble of delight. She tightened her grip on his shoulders even as she locked her ankles together at the base of his spine. The whole of her weight, she trusted to Beel. When he bottomed out inside her, she let out a shaky, throaty laugh. "Beel," she breathed, licking water from her lips, "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."
"Ha." He squeezed her thighs and nuzzled her cheek, pulling halfway out before just as slowly filling her once more. "I like that you feel the same way."
Her face grew warmer and her heartbeat quickened. Would she ever get used to hearing him say that? She turned her head to meet the next brush of his lips, kissing him as sweetly as she could even while her inner walls fluttered around his cock. "Come on, baby," she murmured. "I know you're hungry: take me."
"No." He pressed his forehead to hers and watched her with obvious longing, amethyst eyes darting between her own gaze and her lips. "No, I want to take my time. I want to—" he gave another slow roll of his hips, “—savor you."
She shuddered, a low moan escaping her when he held her there, stretched and full, yet desperate for more. Dragging her nails over his nape, she arched toward him, moving her hips in slow circles. "I don't want you to be slow," she said in the scant inches between their mouths. "You feel so good, but shit —" the words trailed off into a frustrated hiss as his grip tightened.
Pressing her back against the wall, Beel gave her no further chance to move. With her firmly trapped between his chest and the tiles, he bent and captured her mouth in another kiss. He swallowed what sounds she made and did not respond to the greedy clench of her cunt. After a moment, his fingers began to trail up over her sides, dragging another moan from her mouth and causing her to shiver against him. Briefly, he cupped her breasts in his palms, lifting and squeezing before giving her nipples a careful pinch. As she inhaled sharply and tightened her arms around his neck, he placed one hand to her cheek and pulled far enough to meet her gaze.
"You asked me if you were satisfying me." His pale eyes tracked every hitched breath and flex of her body. He traced her swollen lower lip with his thumb before pushing against the plump skin; he hummed and smiled as she parted her lips. "You said I could have you. So let me have you, Anya." He leaned against her, his hips pressed firmly against hers, keeping her flush against his body. "Let me."
The words briefly died on her tongue, her mind focused on the tension spooling within her. She wanted to argue. She wanted to hide from the look in his eyes, from the earnestness in his voice. But she did not do any of those things. Anya simply gave a small nod and squeezed her legs around his waist, acquiescing. She nipped at his thumb, though, grinning mischievously when he laughed.
With his brow still pressed to hers, Beel brought his hands back to her hips, holding her steady while he began to pull out. He stopped with the tip of his cock inside her, his expression taut, but his gaze never leaving her face. Just as slowly, he filled her up, not stopping until he was fully sheathed within her tight heat.
Anya could do nothing but take him, again and again and again. The sound of the water running added to the faint thrum of her own blood roaring in her ears, her heart rate steadily increasing despite Beel’s continued slow pace. Her lungs were burning for air, the muscles in her thighs and lower back already protesting their extended bouts of lovemaking. But right now, she found herself wishing it would never end.
Shifting one hand to loosely frame his cheek, she breathed his name between one breath and the next. She drew his face toward her, leaving a series of kisses along the line of his jaw before she buried her face against the side of his neck. A low groan echoed in his chest when she squeezed around him, and slowly, he quickened his pace. It was still too slow for Anya's liking, but the controlled snap of his hips was enough to have her whimpering against his skin.
He moved steadily, his hands gripping her thighs as he bent and began kissing her shoulder. His lips parted to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses and nibbles over her flushed skin, fingers tightening briefly before rising to skim over her ribs. "You feel so fucking amazing," he growled. "So hot and greedy, sucking me in. Fuck, babe."
There was an all too familiar heat beginning to bloom at the base of her spine, spreading in steady pulses up the length of her back and down her trembling thighs. Her brain was fuzzy, her thoughts little more than frequent flashes of pleasure and the overwhelming knowledge of being utterly full and known.
"Come for me," he murmured against her cheek, his hands pressing deeper into the flesh of her thighs when he adjusted their position. He was careful with her, holding her steady even as he shifted the angle of his hips and filled her all over again. "I know you're close."
"Can't." She panted heavily, her fingers gripping his shoulders. "Not again."
Beel nipped at the skin beneath her ear. "You can." He pushed her into the wall, grinding slow circles against her hips. "I can feel it. You're shivering." He smiled against her throat as she shook her head. "Just listen to the sounds you're making."
Her heart was in her throat even as she bucked against him, trying to urge him to move. "Beel," she said with only the faintest tremor in her voice, tilting her head in an effort to kiss him. "C'mon, babe, please."
"You keep begging me like that and I won't be able to stop myself." His tone darkened slightly, his grip tightening until she heeded him and went more or less still. As she whimpered, he swallowed the sound with his mouth. Only after a long moment passed did he begin to move again. "You really shouldn't tease me, honey," he said between greedy passes of his lips. "Especially when you're being so needy."
She was going to burst into flames. Having Beel working so deep inside her, his body curled over hers as he drove them closer and closer to the edge, and the sound of his voice, little more than a sinful growl, had her spiraling. The heat and tension tightened further within her; she raked her fingers through his hair and tugged hoping further kisses would keep him from tormenting her with his words.
"This was for you," she insisted even as she matched his pace. "It's too much and I'm too tired and—"
"I'm not coming until you do." He laughed beneath his breath as she cursed again. Sliding his hands over the flare of her thighs, he cupped her ass and squeezed. “Touch yourself, Anya. I want to feel you come around me.”
Emboldened by his demand, she briefly caught his chin between her fingers and drew his mouth toward hers. She kissed him, purposefully biting his lower lip until he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. Her hand wandered down the wet expanse of his chest, teasing between their bodies. She pinched one nipple and twisted until he let out a broken sound, then quickly continued her downward path. Her cunt throbbed to feel the heavy press of him inside her when she slid her palm over her soft stomach. When her fingertips finally dipped between her thighs, she bit her lip to stifle a loud moan.
"Fuck." Beelzebub slowed his pace, his gaze drawn to the tight, little circles Anya rubbed around her clit. "Look at you, honey. Still so eager to give me more." He ground against her in time with the desperate sweep of her fingers. "You're breathtaking."
She hitched, her hips bucking against her own fingers, her breath leaving her in a whimper. She wanted. She wanted more. Her other hand tugged at the wet weight of his hair as she forced open her eyes to watch her hand moving between them.
With another whimper building in her throat, Anya released her lower lip, each shuddering exhale punctuated with a sound of pleasure. As she rolled her hips forward, she was keenly aware of the fact that she was fucking herself on his cock while he held her steady. She squeezed her thighs around him, her calves tensing, her abdomen tensing—everything about her was tense, even the sound of his name on repeat in her mind. She was almost there, wavering on the edge of orgasm, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to let go.
“Yes. There you go,” Beel praised, his teeth scraping over the skin beneath her ear. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”
Anya flinched, losing her rhythm for only a moment before she whined and pressed closer to his mouth. “Shit, Beel. I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” Her throat worked beneath the heat of his mouth. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he insisted, covering her hand with his own, his fingers working over her swollen, sensitive nub. “Just let me have you.”
A long, drawn out moan fell from her lips. Sweat and shower water beaded on her brow, tickled the skin on her nape, clung to the curves of her aching breasts. She was so fucking tense and so fucking close, but still she balanced on the edge, her mind going fuzzy from the promise of pleasure that was just out of reach. Beelzebub nuzzled her throat before nipping at her again, drawing a throaty whimper from her that rose in pitch as he bit her harder, suckling to leave yet another dark mark. “Please please please,” she pleaded, wishing she could kiss him, could move, could do anything to finally come. And between the space of one desperate gasp and the next, Anya relaxed, trusted him to lead her, to hold her together, and with a shuddering cry she fell apart.
She writhed against Beel, drawing a pleased grunt from him as she clenched around his cock. A litany of words spilled from her mouth, a jumbled mess of: Yes, fuck, oh Beel, and fuck yes that left her light-headed even as she clung to him with all the desperation of a drowning woman. And as began to thrust into her again, she shuddered and hitched within his hold, first closer and then away as she grew over-stimulated.
“Beel, Beel, please,” she pleaded, too overcome to finish her thought.
He quickened his pace, murmuring gentle praises against her temple and then all at once, he groaned and spilled inside her. “Perfect,” he breathed.
Anya shook, both arms now around his neck, clutching him close, her legs trembling even as his seed began to slide down her thighs. His breath, his admiration, it warmed her heart, her cunt still clenching around him as her pleasure began to wind down. She swallowed, tried to alleviate the dryness in her mouth, blinked at the moisture that had collected along her lashes, and purposefully shifted against him. “Beel,” she started, her voice thick.
"I've got you, baby." His grip gentled, hands sliding to brace her thighs, lifting her higher and off his softening cock. He dropped a kiss on her temple as she better wrapped her arms around his neck; he shifted her easily, one arm beneath her thighs, the other curled around her back. Turning and placing her under the spray of water, he cradled her gently. His gaze darted over her body, noting the bruises he had left behind.
She let a shaky laugh. "I got you just as good," she said, stroking a series of lovebites that adorned his shoulder.
He nuzzled her hair, pride rumbling in his chest. "You did." When the water had rinsed them both clean, he turned off the tap and carried her out of the shower. Carefully, he deposited her on the counter, then took one of the towels and wrapped it around her, carefully rubbing her dry. “Do you . . . want any help?”
“I’m all right, Bee.” Her hands rose to frame his wrists while he rubbed a corner of the towel over her crown. “Can you give me just a minute?”
“Sure, honey.” He bent to kiss her, then helped her down. Once they were sure her legs could hold her weight, he grabbed one of the other towels and wrapped the material around his hips before walking out.
Anya walked on trembling legs to the toilet, and once she had finished going through the remainder of her nightly ablutions, she paused before the mirror. Allowing the towel to drop, she gave her body a long once-over, turning to the sides in order to see the extent of bruises and lovebites that adorned her skin. She swept her fingertips over an already wine-red mark on her shoulder and saw her reflection smiling softly.
Padding quietly into her bedroom, she saw that Beel had already removed the dirty, rumpled sheets and replaced them. Her smile grew, despite the lack of demon in her room, and within moments, she had slipped into the shirt he had left behind and climbed into bed. With her D.D.D. in hand, she double-checked that she had not received a message from her parents, and then pulled up her conversation with Beel.
[Me: Grabbing a midnight snack?]
[Bae-Bee: Actually, I was putting your stuff in the washer. Need anything?]
[Me: Just you!]
[Bae-Bee: On my way back!]
She had barely finished pulling the covers up when the door opened and closed; only two seconds passed before the mattress dipped and Beel stretched out next to her. “I thought for sure you’d be asleep,” he murmured, sliding an arm beneath her pillow. “It’s late.”
“Believe me, I know.” A low laugh left her while she shifted to face him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Tomorrow is going to be rough.” When his brow dipped, she offered another smile. “No regrets though.”
His free hand skimmed over her stomach before finding the dip of her waist and settling there. “Are you sore?”
Another laugh and she moved until she was pressed right up against his side, squeezing him with the arm she had thrown over his chest. “Pleasantly so.” Tilting her head back, she kissed his cheek, then nuzzled back into his shoulder. As his fingers ghosted over the curve of her back, she sighed and hummed happily. “You didn’t hurt me, Beel,” she mumbled, sinking into the warmth and comfort of having him so close. When he did not say anything, she smoothed her palm over his shoulder. “Stop worrying, m’kay?”
“Can I carry you downstairs and help you with breakfast?”
“You already carried me upstairs. And basically to the toilet.” She kissed him again, her chest warm with how considerate he tended to be. It made her want to stay awake right here next to him, just to enjoy this feeling. “Sleep, Beel. We can make pancakes and kiss some more when I wake up. In less than four hours.”
He huffed, but bent to kiss her crown. “All right.” Slowly, he began to stroke her back, soothing her deeper and deeper toward sleep. “I can give you a massage, too, if you want.”
“Mmm, I love you.” Her lashes fluttered against his throat before she finally closed her eyes, unable to keep them open a moment longer. “In the morning.”
“In the morning,” he mirrored and slowly began to relax beside her. Between the heat of his bare skin, the weight of his arm around her, and her own tired body, Anya fell asleep, smiling, pleased, and loved.