Awakened by a Demoness by Felicity Heaton

strong. A thrill chased through her.
    She’d had demon lovers, and they had been strong, able to master her, but Rey’s strength made theirs pale in comparison. She bit her lip and wanted to rub her thighs together as arousal pooled lower at the thought of him using some of that angelic strength on her, but the angel in question was in the way, his hands on her knees, keeping them apart as he drank in the sight of her.
    Like a man starved.
    A cry left her as he swooped on her, his tongue spearing her folds. His deep rumbling groan sent a shudder through her, a blazing cascade of tingles that had her moaning in reply. He lowered himself, his wings arching higher, feathers tickling her as he settled them over her, adding to the thrill constantly ebbing and flowing through her.
    He laved her pert nub, each hard sweep of his tongue over her flesh sending her soaring higher, and she moaned and quaked as she grabbed the pillow again, trying to anchor herself. He moaned against her, the low sound vibrating through her as he stroked her, and she couldn’t hold back.
    She lowered her hand to his head, tangled her fingers in his wild blond hair, and held on, determined to keep him just where he was.
    He kissed lower, used his thumbs to part her flesh and devoured her, turning brutal and fierce as he lost control. Each hard press of his tongue was followed by a deep moan, and his wings trembled against her skin, as if his pleasuring her was affecting him as fiercely as it was affecting her.
    She twisted her fingers tighter in his hair and rocked against his wicked tongue, desperation flowing in to crank her even tighter inside as frustration mounted, a need to find release that hijacked control of her. She rubbed against him, moaning and close to growling. He swept his tongue up from her core to her nub, swirled it around the sensitive bead.
    It wasn’t enough.
    Asteria tore at her corset, shoving it down and allowing her breasts to spring free, and used her other hand to tweak and tease her own nipples as the one tangled in his hair guided him lower.
    Shoved him really.
    He tried to fight back but then he got the message and speared her core with his tongue, thrust it deep in a way that had her arching off the bed and shuddering. She twisted her right nipple and that shuddering became a quivering as tingles raced across her skin and down her belly to where his tongue stroked and teased her.
    “Rey,” she bit out, tossed her head right and then left as tension filled her and she stood on the precipice, so tantalisingly close. “Touch me.”
    He lifted his head and she growled at him, not quite able to stop herself from issuing that threat as he stopped what he was doing rather than following her damn instruction.
    She looked down at him, caught the confusion in his eyes, and wanted to hit him.
    She released his hair, grabbed his right hand, and folded his little and ring finger over, brought the other two down to where she needed him. Pressed forwards. Moaned in bliss as they sank deep into her.
    Rey let out a very unholy sound and shoved her hand away as he took over, slowly plunging his fingers into her and then withdrawing equally as leisurely, his eyes back on her groin. She clutched the pillow again, trying to surrender to him as he stroked her, his eyes hot on her flesh. Her nub pulsed for his attention, body flexing around his fingers, and he took the hint. He lowered his mouth to it, swirled his tongue around it at the same time as he thrust his fingers into her.
    Asteria shattered into a million tiny pieces.
    She cried out, body jacking off the bed as release crashed over her, sweeping her away.
    Rey stroked and teased her, drawing out her climax and not giving her a moment to drift on the sea of bliss and sink into it. Her arousal climbed again, carrying her back up to a dizzying crescendo and she gasped as a second orgasm sent her dropping down the other side, plummeting back into the waiting sea of ecstasy.
    Her mind