Demons Don't Know How To Love

Chapter six. I saw pictures in the book...

I returned to the bedroom when it was already dark outside. The past day turned out to be very long and tiring, so I just wanted to go to bed and get some sleep. But, when I entered the room, my desires made a dramatic somersault and disappeared somewhere in the depths of my mind.

Dantalion sat on a bed in the semi-darkness of the room. His perfect half-naked body was beautifully laid out on pillows. His broad back rested against the headboard, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing. He clutched a tablet in his hand (I think that's what Logan called this thing) and chuckled softly as he stared into the glowing rectangle.

My fatigue has vanished. I felt my core become hot and wet. The air in the room became thicker. My palms were sweaty and my breathing quickened.

And it pissed me off. I couldn't hate Dantalion, so I hated the cursed seal that made me react to him this way.

Swallowing my saliva, I quietly closed the door behind me.

Hearing the click of the lock, Dantalion abruptly looked from the tablet to me. “There you are, my little flower. How were your studies?"

I stood still, rooted to the floor, and tried my best not to look at him. “I believe you already know the answer to that. Why did you do it?”

"Do what?" a broad grin appeared on his face.

“Why did you give me this book? I couldn't concentrate on any other one!"

“That was the plan, my dear,” he lay on his side, bending one leg at the knee.

Oh. Satan, have mercy... Well, why is he as beautiful as God?!

"Come to me, Dahlia," his hoarse whisper enveloped me.

I clenched my fists to whitened knuckles and shook my head resolutely. "I want to talk to you."

"Why waste time talking, my sweet little flower?" he sat up, not taking his hungry eyes off me. "The night is short..."

"Dantalion, please stop!" I put my arms around my shoulders as if trying to hide from his eyes. “I want to know why you left me! You didn't bother to explain anything to me! All you do is seduce me!”

“Can you blame me for it? Have you seen yourself, my dear? How can I look at you and not think about how beautiful you will look in my arms... naked... with traces of my kisses all over your gorgeous body..."

"Dante!" my voice was hoarse with arousal. His words painted pictures in my mind that were completely out of place at that moment.

I had to find out why he left. If he didn't leave me, shouldn't he explain to me the reasons for his leaving?

Taking a big breath of air, I mumbled "Please."

He pursed his lips but nodded. "Alright. If you insist, but! I will answer one of your questions, so try to phrase it in such a way that you get an answer to it. And then we'll do something more enjoyable. I'm not going to waste my time on idle chatter after so many years of being away from you."

I nodded. It was useless to argue with him. I knew it like no one else. "Put something on."

"What for?"

Because looking at your half-naked body, the only thing I can think about is how I want to straddle your strong hips and caress every part of your milky white skin with my tongue and lips.

I shook my head.

The demon smiled and patted the feather bed next to him. "Sit beside me, my sweet Dahlia."

No. Nope. No way. If I sit next to you and breathe in your scent, pictures of how we indulge in passion right on this bed will appear in my bad little head. Or on the floor... Or on the balcony... Damn it!

What kind of idiotic ideas did this stupid book put in my head?!

"Dahlia?"

I coughed to clear my throat. "Why did you leave me so suddenly?" my voice was hoarse.

He furrowed his brows. “I didn't leave you, Dahlia. And I already told you that. I was summoned to an audience with Azazel because I had shied away from my duties for some time. I was reprimanded and sent to earth. Without trial or investigation, so to speak. That's the whole story."

"That’s all?"

"Yes, my dear, that’s all," he shrugged. "Now, come to me, I'll show you how much I’ve missed you."

"But!.."

“No buts, my sweet. I'm quite impatient when it comes to you.” He got up from the bed and took a step toward me. “I have been faithfully waiting for you, my Dahlia. And, since you are here, I don't want to wait another second."

I didn't even have time to blink. Dantalion was next to me. His fingers tightened on my hips and he staggered back towards the bed, dragging me with him.

“My little, my sweet… I missed you so much.” He sat down on the feather bed and pulled me into his lap. “I need to feel you... Taste you..."

His lips covered mine and I moaned to his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hot palms slid under my clothes, caressing my skin. My fingers laced into the hair at the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer.

"Dante," I breathed out as his lips moved lower, leaving searing kiss marks on my skin.

“Louder, my dear. I want to hear my name fall from your plump lips all night long."

He helped me pull the awkward blouse over my head. As his eyes fell on my breasts clad in a lace bra, a muffled growl escaped his throat. In a moment, my back was on the feather bed, and Dantalion's body hung over mine. His passionate kisses made my head spin.

His hard-on was pressed to my hot core. I wanted to scream from pleasure, but all the sounds that I made were muffled by his lips. I moved my hips towards him, trying to get closer. My legs were wrapped around his waist, not letting him move an inch away from me.

He started kissing down my neck. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the groans escaping my mouth. He lifted his head and held my chin with his fingers. His thumb pressed against my bottom lip, freeing it, but it was immediately caught in his teeth.

"Don't do that, my sweet. I don't want to see you hurt your beautiful lips."

I could only nod.

Dantalion returned to my neck, covering every inch of my skin with kisses and bites. His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing my swollen n*****s between his fingers. I wanted him to cover them with his hot mouth, to caress the tense bead with the tip of his tongue. But I was embarrassed to say it out loud. I covered his hand with mine and pushed down the lacy fabric of the bra, exposing my breasts. His eyes glittered dangerously in the darkness.

"My little flower…"

As his lips closed around my n****e, I almost screamed in pleasure. I gripped the sheets in my hands and arched my back against his mouth. His fingers played with my other n****e through the lace. I was thrilled by his caresses. I felt the moisture soak into my underwear and trousers.

"Mmm, Dahlia, the smell of your arousal is driving me crazy." Dantalion slid off the bed and knelt at the edge of the mattress. "You're testing my patience, baby." he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my pants and yanked them off me in one swift motion. “I would love to continue to slowly caress you, covering your entire body with kisses, but I need something else now.”

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer to him. Throwing my legs over his broad shoulders, he brought his face closer to my core and smiled.

“Mmm, you smell so sweet, my dear.” His hands caressed my thighs. “Open up to me, Dahlia. I want to taste you."

I closed my eyes and obediently spread my legs wider.

His tongue moved slowly over my folds, causing me to whine a little.

“You are so wet, my girl. And so sweet."

He pressed his lips against me and thrust his tongue into my entrance, making me moan his name. His tongue penetrated me, and his fingers pressed on a sensitive nub, spurring my arousal.

I dug my hand into his hair, scratching hard at his scalp. I wanted to feel him deeper, more.

As if he heard me, Danatlion moved his mouth to my c**t, and his long fingers penetrated my body, stretching me and caressing my slick walls. He moved them slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace, forcing me to scream louder.

While the fingers of one of his hands were busy with my p***y, the other returned to my breast and squeezed hard on my n****e. I grabbed his hand and brought it closer to my face.

I saw pictures in the book where a woman caressed a man's fingers with her tongue and then sucked them into her mouth. I touched the tip of my tongue to the pad of his index finger, then closed my lips around him and slowly pulled him into my mouth. The feeling was unusual, but I kind of liked it, so I released it from my mouth and repeated the action, but with two fingers.

Dante froze. Raising his head, he watched as I plunged his fingers into my mouth, moaning softly. I saw how his Adam's apple twitched, how his tongue licked lips wet from my juices. "Damn, baby."

He returned to what he was doing, but he became a little rougher. Soon I felt the heat in my lower abdomen explode in the brightest fireworks, scattering sparks of pleasure all over my body. Without realizing it, I bit Dante's fingers hard from the surging pleasure.

He licked me clean and moved his kisses up my body. I panted, as I was coming to my senses, but he cut off my oxygen, kissing me, letting me feel my own taste on his lips and tongue.

"Dahlia," he whispered between kisses, "touch me, dear."

He had never asked me to touch him before. Another picture popped into my head.

Blushing to the very tips of my ears, I ordered, "Lie down on the pillows, Dante."

"What?"

"Be obedient for a little while."

When he completed my task, I climbed on him and leaned toward his ear. "Close your eyes," I whispered.

He obeyed.

I began to shower his neck with kisses, going down to his chest. I had never caressed Dante before, and I wondered if I could get the same reaction from him. I froze, looking at his wide, bulked chest, and thought ‘Would he like it if I kissed his n*****s?’ There was only one way to know for sure. So, overcoming my embarrassment, I leaned over and ran my tongue over his n****e. There was no reaction. Then I pulled it into my mouth and began to suck on it, sometimes biting it with my teeth.

"Mmm, my little flower," he put his hand on the back of my head and gently squeezed my hair in his hand.

I took it as a compliment. After playing with his n*****s a little more, I went lower. His body was perfect. Damn work of art. I covered his stomach with kisses, pulling off his tight pantaloons.

When I took them off, his erect c**k appeared before me in all its glory. Dante was very well endowed. I didn’t know who created him, but I knew for sure, that they put some hard work into the process. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and timidly ran it up and down. The demon hissed. I repeated the motion several times before leaning over and kissing the very tip of it.

The book showed how a girl completely immersed a man's c**k in her mouth, but I very much doubted that I could fit Dante's c**k in my mouth. First, I swallowed the head and caressed it with my tongue. Then I tried to lower my head and take in a little more of his length but quickly realized that I would not be able to do it. So I began to caress him with my hand, continuing to immerse him in my mouth as much as possible.

Dante puffed, growled, and whispered some vulgarities, as he was stroking my head.

I didn't care what he said. I enjoyed the process. I liked the taste of him, I liked the feel of his hot hardness in my mouth. And I really liked that I gave him pleasure. The way he tried to hold back the groans rushing out, the way he crumpled the sheets in his hand, the way he bit his lips. Exactly the same as I did just moments before. His eyes burned, they were full of lust, and I felt how I became aroused again under his hot gaze.

"Baby, I'm getting close," he croaked, squeezing my hair in his fist. "Let go or I'll c*m in your mouth."

Without thinking for a second, I increased my pressure and soon felt him pulsate in my mouth, and a hot jet hit my throat. At that moment, my name escaped Dante's lips with a groan. Nearly choking, I swallowed his seed and licked him clean, just as he had done to me earlier.

When I finished, I straddled the demon's thighs and kissed him.

"Thank you, my sweet flower," he whispered, running his fingertips over my legs.

"For what?" I felt the fire ignite within me again.

"I don't know. For everything, I guess."

His palms lay on my ass and tightly squeezed my soft roundness. He moved me so that my dripping p***y was pressed against his newly hardened c**k.

"Dante!" I exhaled, feeling a rush of spicy pleasure from the contact.

“Hold on tight, my little flower. The night has just begun."