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them off you.” She skimmed her fingers over his bulge, cupping his balls. “Because I don’t want you to come in your pants.” Larissa unfastened his belt and pulled it out of his belt loops, leather sliding against fabric. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
    She folded the belt in two and cracked it, the sound slicing through the air. Julian’s eyes widened, his cock pressing against his zipper, and she smiled, heady with her power. She dropped the belt to the floor, the leather slithering like a snake.
    “You’re a demon, Larissa.” He gazed at her with a heart-thumping reverence.
    “I’m the daughter of a powerful lust demon.” She nudged his cock to the side. “And the mate of an even more powerful rage demon.” Larissa unzipped his pants.
    The garment fell and Julian stood proudly, his legs braced apart, his pants around his ankles, still wearing white boxer shorts and black socks.
    She sashayed around him, admiring how the cotton clung to his tight ass, the straightness of his spine and the power of his thighs. Julian was a demon in his prime and he was hers, all hers.
    He caught her as she moved in front of him. “Too many clothes.” Julian shredded her blouse with three hard yanks and her pussy convulsed, his dominance arousing.
    “Next time, you can cover my breasts with your hot, sticky cum.” She palmed her bra-covered curves, lifting them so he might peruse them more easily. “Today, I want to taste you.” She pinched her nipples, the pink tips poking between the lace. “I want you to shoot your cum down my throat, bathing my tongue and filling my stomach.”
    “Gods, Larissa.” He stroked the ridge in his boxer shorts, a dab of moisture plastering the cotton against his cockhead. “I can’t take your teasing.”
    Larissa swiveled her hips against him, rubbing her mons into his thigh. “You don’t like my teasing?” She felt the length and girth of him, savoring his size.
    “I like it too much.” He groaned, pushing against her palm. “Suck me before I explode.”
    She pulled his boxers down and lowered to her knees. He was even bigger than Nac, Saffron’s lover. Larissa slid her hands along Julian’s shaft and he bobbed, his balls drawn up tightly to his body.
    She pumped him with her fingers and licked his cockhead, tasting him, her demon, her love. He closed his eyes, and she drew back. “No.” She slapped his thigh. His eyes opened, his gaze crimson. “Watch us together in the mirrors as I suck you, as I take your big cock into my mouth.”
    “Larissa.” Julian’s muscles flexed tight against her.
    He wouldn’t last long, she knew. She sank down on him, filling her mouth with his cock, sliding her tongue along his shaft, feeling the rim of his cockhead, the veins against his flesh. His tip tapped the back of her throat, and she tilted her head back, as she was taught, and took him deeper, inhaling all of him.
    “Gods.” Julian sucked in his breath, his big body shaking. “You were made for me.” He rested his palms on top of her head.
    She smiled around his shaft, sucking gently as she withdrew, proud that she’d pleased him. “I’m wet for you, Julian,” Larissa confessed. She wiggled her ass, fabric dragging along the floor.
    He removed her skirt and breathed in deeply. “You smell so good, so ripe for me. And your mouth…” She sank down on him. “Your mouth is as moist and hot as your pussy. Gods, Larissa, I’m struggling to control my demon.” His claws pricked her scalp, his skin flushed red.
    “Suck me harder, faster.” His voice deepened. “Please me, please him, absorb some of my passion, my rage.” He twisted his claws in her hair, wrapping the tendrils around his fists, and held her in place as he thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take him, all of him.
    Surprised by his sudden wildness, Larissa spluttered and gasped, but she didn’t break his grip, trusting him not to hurt her, allowing him to use her mouth. She gripped his ass cheeks,