Before Selma managed to as much as squeak, he’d released her and dipped the cloth into the bowl.

She watched him in silence as he smoothed the lukewarm cloth through her curls, rinsing off the dried semen with care that seemed impossible for hands his size. Again and again he rubbed the cloth over her pussy, delving into every fold and even circling her ringed clit a few times.

It felt amazing, and so very different from anything she’d experienced before in the hands of demons. There was no pressure to arouse her, no demand being made of her in any way—just the warm, wet slide of the cloth over her velvet heat as he gently cared for her.

She sighed in contentment, and without really thinking about what she was doing, placed her hands in his mahogany hair.

Kain paused, his large hand coming to rest atop her thigh.

It was an instinctive reaction to stroke her fingers through his glossy strands before grabbing a tighter hold of his head and guiding it to her warm center.

His breath ghosted over her slick folds, sending a delicious shiver through her. Then his tongue flicked out to follow the seam of her pussy from the bottom to the small nub of nerves at its apex.

Selma’s breath exploded out in a hoarse gasp. She hadn’t been aware she’d been holding it back, but when Kain’s mouth opened to suck on her, it left her lungs in soft pants.

He was slow with her, delving his tongue to taste every part of her and only giving her clit a few deep suckles as he explored her soft flesh with the same care he’d shown while cleaning her. Even though her body ached as she clenched and moved for his lips and tongue, his pace was gentle enough that the pain was manageable.

When her gasps turned to needy whimpers, he pushed the cloth aside so he could brush her lips fully open with his thumbs and focus his efforts on her tight clit. Pleasure shot through her, now sharper and much more demanding on her sore body, but it was exactly what she needed.

“Kain!” She called his name as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. A part of her wanted more from him—wanted to be penetrated and claimed all over again—but the demon kneeling between her legs remained excruciatingly careful.

When her muscles finally seized and she cried out in climax, he’d still only stimulated her clit.

Selma slumped over him, resting her shaking arms against his dark hair. Her body was sore from being worked so soon after the rough mating, but endorphins overpowered her discomfort.

“Thank you,” she murmured, letting her fingers slide through his soft hair in a gentle caress.

A kiss from his scorching lips skimmed her inner thigh. “My pleasure, little Breeder.”