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  She touched it. “It’s soft.” He fluttered his tail over her knuckles. She laughed. “And it tickles.”

  “It can do more than tickle.” He grinned. He’d never tried it before but the demon rumor mill said that tail in pussy was an orgasm inspiring combination.

  She blushed a delightful pink. She looked up and up and up. “Do your… ummm…” She gulped. “Do your horns retract too?” she asked in a rush of words.

  “No. Those are for both fighting and loving.” He kneeled before her, bringing his horns within her reach. “Touch them.” His cock stirred to life. Just the thought of Kayla touching his horns hade him hard.

  She stood directly in front of him, her pussy at nose level. He smelled her excitement, and his shoulders lowered with relief. His horns didn’t horrify her. She stroked them, and he felt the impact straight down to his hardening cock. He shuddered with pleasure as she became braver with her touches.

  “You like that?” Her brown eyes sparkled.

  “I love it.” His voice was husky. He wanted her so much. “Can I hold you?”

  Her stroking faltered. She swallowed hard. “I’d like that.”

  She lied. It scared her. But Max needed to touch her, so he placed his big hands lightly on her hips. She stiffened. When he didn’t move, she slowly relaxed. She continued to stroke his horns. “Can I lick them?”

  He groaned. She was killing him. “If you lick them, I will come.” He gritted his teeth. He was close to coming right now.

  “From licking them?” Her smile was devilish. He nodded. He was creating a monster. “Interesting.” She leaned closer, her legs straddling his engorged cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked one horn from base to tip.

  “Fuck!” He shot hot cum onto the rubber floor tiles. “Kayla.” He squeezed her ass, continuing to come. “Fuck.”

  Her robe fell open, exposing her naked body, and he buried his face in her hair-covered mons, licking her with his demon tongue. She moaned, pressing her pussy forward. He spread her with his thick fingers and feasted upon her, sucking up her sweet juice. She tasted like heaven. She tasted like love.

  She held on to his horns, brushing her soft breasts over them. He was a demon and had a demon’s recovery time. Her fervent embrace revived his cock. He brushed against her leg, and her thighs quivered. He continued to lick her, pulsing inside of her with his long tongue, nibbling on her folds with his lips. He purposely avoided her clit, wishing to prolong their encounter. She was so responsive. One flick of his tongue and she would come.

  She had a demon between her legs. Kayla looked down, bemused and aroused and a lick away from bursting into flames. She stroked Max’s horns, feeling pride over how crazy she made him. No woman had ever touched him like this. No one had ever given him this pleasure. Only she had. Only she could.

  She’d come to the home gym determined to take him while he was in demon form. She had thought she was making a sacrifice, to keep him safe from the purple demon roaring outside their door. She never expected this pleasure, this feeling of power. She kissed a horn. It felt like his cock, a combination of silk and bone.

  She moaned as he slurped up her wetness. He’d eaten her pussy before but never like this, his demon tongue reaching deep inside her, his mouth hot and firm. He fed on her like she was his next meal.

  “Max, I need you.” She tugged on his black hair to get his full attention.

  He looked up, his eyes glowing red. “Give me a moment.” He pulled back. “I’ll shift.”

  “No.” She held onto a horn. “I need the demon. I want to bond with you.”

  “Are you sure?” He stumbled to his feet. Good heavens. He was tall and appallingly large. She glanced at his huge cock and felt a moment of fear.

  He wouldn’t hurt her, she told herself. This was Max. “Yes. Fill me.” She spread her pussy lips, not knowing what else to do. “Fill me with your cum.”

  “Thank the sweet…” He tilted his head back. His big hands wrapped around her waist and he lifted her, pressing his cockhead against her pussy. “Kiss me, Kayla. Show me you want this.”

  She did want this. She wanted Max, forever. She placed her hands on his red demon cheeks and kissed him. His mouth was hot, and he tasted of her. She moaned into his lips. Her pussy pulsed, pulling his broad cockhead farther into her body. His tail tapped against her ass.

  A rumble rolled along his chest as he came, hot cum projecting with such force that it overflowed her womb, the liquid running down her leg. He came and came and came some more, every rush of cum tightening the connection between them. She felt him in her mind, in her lungs, and in her heart. She spread her legs, trying to take more of him physically. She couldn’t. He was too big.

  I love you.

  She pulled back to look at him. Tears ran down his red cheeks. “I love you too.”

  You will be mine for all eternity.

  It was then that she realized he hadn’t spoken out loud.

  “I can hear your thoughts.” It sounded crazy but she could. She read his mind. She felt his heartbeat. She heard the blood pulsing through his veins.

  “And I can hear yours.” He grinned, looking even more like a demon. “You have a very naughty mind, vessel.” He snuggled her close. “I’ll put my tail up your ass later.”

  Her face flushed. That had been a passing thought. She tilted her head, listening… to nothing. There was a stillness in the room that hadn’t been there before. “The roaring has stopped.” Had the purple demon given up? Were they now safe from him?

  “We’re bonded.” Max petted her hair with his big hands. “He can’t hurt you now.” She felt Max’s anger and his regret that he hadn’t protected her. “He can never hurt you again.” His body shrunk as he shifted back to human form.

  The connection remained. They were one. “Because we’re bonded.”

  “And because I love you.” Max kissed her forehead, his red eyes glowing.

  Cynthia Sax

  Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

  Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.

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