You want it so bad, the demon hissed tauntingly in opposition.

“Fuck! Stop,” I gasped as my body shook. I was going to lose control before I came. My demon was too close to the surface. Dullahan removed his hand and walked away, threading his fingers through his hair and cursing.

“Fok,” he hissed, his eyes anywhere but on me as he paced the room in dismay. “I shouldn’t of.” I gulped air and fought off the monster inside me that was thrashing to come out.

“Just stay still a moment,” I said through my teeth, my eyes tightly closed. He let out a sigh. “Please,” I added quickly.

“Tell me how to make this better,” he demanded and I ground my teeth together as the words repeated in my head. A chant taunting me. He wants to make it better, my demon laughed in delight at my struggle.

“I need more,” I said, opening my eyes and seeing him standing there. The decision settled over me. I did need more. So very badly. I was so hungry and one measly orgasm from my own body wasn’t anything I could feed from. I needed someone else’s orgasm and Dullahan had broken the seal on us touching. Eight long years of pining without any touch.

“You need more?” He asked slowly, sounding disbelieving about my intentions. I nodded.

“I brought the leprechaun back but I doubt she’s inclined to your intentions at the moment,” he said, eyeing the door behind him. Fuck, my demon liked her in the penthouse, just one closed and locked door away. He urged me to find her. To enjoy more of her. To make a den for us that we wouldn’t leave for days, weeks.

My demon liked Lacey far too much. She was a pain in my ass, making the struggle between my demon and me reach furious heights. He’d suck the marrow from her bones if I let him. I half-hoped she’d be gone soon. I couldn’t stand what she was doing to me.

“I need your orgasm,” I said. Dullahan remained silent so long, his face blank, that I thought he was going to say no.

“I don’t know, kid.” Kid…I think he used this type of language to keep distance between us.

“Are you scared?” I asked. My eyes ate up his impressive, large body before I walked over to him. He didn’t back up. Instead, he looked down at me in challenge and curiosity, one of his eyebrows curving up. I smiled and then pushed his chest, flicking my head behind him to the table.

“Will you sit?” I asked. He frowned but walked over before balancing on the edge, his fingers threaded together in his lap as the table groaned.

My horns were out and demonic tattoos were moving across my skin. Dullahan eyed them warily.

“It’ll be fine,” I said, reaching out towards his pants, unsure whether my words were the truth or not but I craved his orgasm with eager need. Dullahan was something I’d wanted for a very long time and he’d touched me. He’d wrapped his giant hand around my cock and stroked until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted more of him.