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You walked into the club, not really knowing what to expect. You’d spent the last several months avoiding this area of town like the plague ever since the club was erected. Like the work of ghosts, the building had been absent one day and there the next. No one else had thought the sudden appearance of the building was strange, and that’s how you knew. Not the work of ghosts… but demons.
This part of town was like a hunting ground for them. All sorts of shenanigans and depravity filled these streets, whether day or night, rain or shine. The inside of the club was worse than what you’d find outside.
Every form of debauchery you could think of could be witnessed ten times over in the room, even with just a quick scan from right to left. Women in dresses tighter than their own skin walked about in heels as high as skyscrapers, their faces painted to hide even the most miniscule of imperfections. Men holding glasses filled with ice and stiff liquor jeered and guffawed at anyone who got too close. Sometimes ‘too close’ meant clear from the other side of the room.
Pole dancers gyrated their hips to the booming music, hypnotizing all from their raised platforms. Flashing laser lights cut through the haze of the room, giving very brief flashes of color to the otherwise dismal darkness. The bar, showcasing an LED countertop, provided the only other light source to the room.
You knew better than to go over there. Should one drop of those poisoned drinks taint your lips, you’d be consumed instantly.
Across the sea of bumping and grinding bodies on the dance floor, thick burgundy drapes covered the entrance to the private rooms. Though it seems many of the club’s patrons had no qualms with publicly indulging in their private actions. To your left a man had a woman pinned face down on a table, thrusting into her from behind. At the bar, a man was sitting backward on his stool, elbows leaning back against the glowing counter top, his pants at his knees while a woman kneeled between his legs.
In the 5 seconds it took for you to analyze the room, your head was already screaming at you to leave. Although, admittedly your head had been screaming at you all night long. And admittedly, you’d been ignoring it all night long.
Looking around, it wasn’t difficult to determine that less than half of the people occupying this room were human. Drawn in by the loud music and heady atmosphere, some had come to experience the best night of their life. Others would not be so lucky.
You knew that you shouldn’t be here. Not with your abilities. But your curiosity had won over the self-preservative instincts within you. You’d never been this close to creatures of the night, having been sheltered from this part of your life. But now that you were old enough to make your own decisions, you’d decided to come.
Clearly it was a bad idea.
Turning on your pointed heels, you begin to move for the door. You only make it three steps before a man steps in front of you.
His eyes appear black at first, but when a flash of light grazes his pale face, you catch a glimmer of red. Vampire. A hungry vampire. “Hello, sweetness.”
You gulp down your fear, hoping to play it off as human innocence instead. “Hello,” you greet.
His face leans down and it takes everything within you not to lean back. His predatory gaze catches yours. “Why don’t you and I head to the back? I can promise you a good time.”
You stare back, blinking once. “Um, that’s alright. I was just leaving.” That was your first mistake.
You move to step around him, intent on making your way to the door. That was your second mistake.
You feel the ice-cold touch on your wrist moments before his fingers close around your fragile bones like a vice. The low growl that escapes his lips somehow manages to drown out the pumping bass. It makes the blood tremble in your veins. “Your kind is not welcome here!” his eyes are now glowing with the red of anger and hatred. His lips are bared, teeth sharper than knives taunting you with every glint of the light.
It’s become infinitely more difficult to suppress the fear within you. You tug at his hold, wincing when he only tightens it further. “I already told you, I’m leaving! Now let me go.”
You’re not sure if it was just the power of your words, or if you’d actually managed to do something else, but the vampire has suddenly released you, hissing angrily as if he’d been burned.
You stumble back, not having expected the quick release, only to collide with another. Your back hits a massive chest, body heat engulfing you almost instantly. You’re then overwhelmed by the most intoxicating scent. Spice and passion. It smells like the best sex you’ve only ever dreamed of.
A hand presses to your lower abdomen, aiding in your stabilization after your tumble. An inhuman heat flows from the hand, pooling deep in your belly. The unmentionable place between your legs clenches eagerly, the soaking of your panties isn’t too far behind.
You feel the man’s breath against your neck, giving you the gentlest of caresses before his lips graze the outer shell of your ear. “If you plan of living through the night, I suggest you come with me right now.”
Whoever this man is, he has the voice of dreams. Wet dreams to be more specific. Husky, yet soft. The kind of voice that could make even the most elegant of poetry sound downright sinful.
You’re not sure if this is one of those ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ situations, but between Mr. Sexy Voice and Mr. Angry Vampire, the choices aren’t that difficult.
You find yourself nodding, tucking yourself a little further against the man’s chest. And though you don’t necessarily feel safe with him… You definitely feel safer.
“I’ll take care of this, Anthony,” the mystery man speaks, voice dripping with sex appeal.
The vampire continues to glare, but slowly backs off. “See that you do, James.”
It’s not until after the Vampire has disappeared back into the crowd that Jamesreleases you. It takes you a moment to build the courage to turn and face him, not knowing if you even want to know who or what you’ve just agreed to leave with. Your breath catches in your throat when you look into his ungodly beautiful face.
And yes. This was definitely one of those ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ situations. Because you were now staring into the sultry gaze of a powerful incubus.
The first thought to flash through your mind is Oh fuck me. And holy hell is ‘fuck me’ right.
Only you would choose a sex demon over a vampire.
His azure gaze seems to glow within the dark room, pulling you in and casting you under his spell. His lips, plump to perfection, tilt up ever so slightly in amusement. “Shall we, Lumina?”
He doesn’t give you much chance to respond. Placing a hand against your lower back, he guides you toward the door. His hand placement is nothing less than gentlemanly, but the heat continues to pool deep into your core.
Stepping outside, the crisp evening air does nothing to quell the heat steadily building within your body. You know that you should run. That you should get as far away from this place as possible. But somehow you find yourself allowing James to guide you to an expensive looking car, darker than the midnight sky above you.
He pulls the passenger door open, revealing the sleek leather interior. Your heart beats in your throat as you lower yourself onto the seat. He shuts the door and walks around the front to get to the driver’s side. His movements appear effortless, like water flowing over rocks as he settles into his own seat.
The engine purrs with a swift turn of the key and soon you’re on the road.
“Where are we going?” you ask, your voice not sounding nearly as elegant as you would have hoped around such perfection.
His piercing gaze remains focused on the road ahead. “Home,” he tells you simply.
You’re not sure how this complete stranger knows where you live, but you aresure that you don’t really want to know, so you keep quiet.
It’s not until the vehicle is turning into the underground parking lot of one of the expensive apartment buildings downtown that you realize he didn’t mean yourhome.
Your fingers clench around the bottom edge of your dress, the material coming to your mid-thigh. It was a dress you’d had to borrow from one of your friends, because you normally weren’t caught dead wearing such attire. But you’d wanted to blend in tonight. Obviously, that hadn’t happened at all.
The car pulls into a spot near the elevators, surrounded by other luxurious cars, each costing more than you’d make in a lifetime. You’re so lost to your thoughts, you don’t realize that James has stepped out of the car until your door is opening. He holds a hand out to you, palm facing up. You stare at it a moment. His skin is smooth, lightly tanned. Just by looking, you couldn’t tell how hot his touch could actually be. His hands looked normal. Human.
“Come, Lumina,” he encourages gently. He waits patiently for you watching as your hand hesitantly reaches forward. Your fingertips brush against his, feeling the instant rush of heat before your palms meet. You can feel the heat crawling up your whole arm as he carefully pulls you out of the car.
Once you’re on your feet, he releases your hand, moving back to place it against your lower back. “I have a name, you know,” you mutter quietly.
He releases a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through your entire body. “Feel free to enlighten me then.” With a light pressure to your back, he gets the two of you moving.
“It’s Y/N,” you divulge after a moment of hesitation.
He smiles down at you and, for a moment, you completely forget that he’s a demon. Surely an angel could only have such a sweet smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m James.”
The way he says your name, it makes you shiver. It’s like silk.
He guides you to the elevator. Instead of there being a button to call the elevator down, there’s a key slot. James’ keys jingle like soft bells between his fingers as he lifts the correct key and places it in the slot. With a turn to the right, the elevator doors open. The two of you step through.
The tile at your feet is a deep red marble. You can’t help but compare it to the color of blood. The walls are a metallic gold, giving the appearance of being warm and inviting. You know better.
You realize that there are no buttons for the floors just as the doors begin to close. The elevator rises. You feel your stomach sink lower and lower with each passing second that the elevator continues to ascend. Any longer and you’re sure you’ll be kissing the clouds.
You can’t help the small breath of relief when the elevator finally comes to a stop. The doors open into a hallway, wall sconces on the right illuminate the path. With a gentle nudge to your back, James guides you out. Your heels click against the tiled floor as you walk down the hall. His steps are completely silent.
The hall opens into a spacious living room. Your shoes sink into the plush carpet. Directly in front of you, the floor to ceiling windows showcase a view of the entire city. To the left is a couch facing the wall, where a massive flat screen TV hangs above the entertainment center.
James drops his hand from your back, his fingers just barely trailing over the curve of your ass as he does so. His touch is light enough that it could have been an accident, but you’re pretty sure it wasn’t. He moves toward the couch, unbuttoning and shrugging out of his black suit jacket as he does so. He folds the jacket neatly, resting it over the back of the couch.
This is your first chance to truly observe him under good lighting conditions. Black seems to be a theme with him. Black slacks, black shirt, black tie. His dark chocolate hair is coiffed neatly back, the strands looking soft and just long enough to tug on while in the throes of passion. There’s just a hint of stubble dotting his sharp jawline.
The color of his eyes dance between blue and grey beneath the lights. He’s caught you staring.
You avert your gaze.
“Why did you bring me here?” you ask, fiddling with the edge of your dress once more.
He leans back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze sweeps over you in turn. “Is this not what you wanted?”
Again, your body reacts to the lull of his voice. It’s an involuntary response. You look at him in confusion.
His lips curl into a devilish smirk, “You had ample opportunity to stop me, Lumina.” He’s gone back to the nickname to tease you.
You shift from foot to foot. That may be true, but to give yourself some credit, you’d thought he was taking you home. Your home. Your lips fall into a slight frown.
After a moment, James’ lips do the same. “What were you doing at the club?”
You find yourself mimicking his stance, crossing your arms over your chest. However, you do it defensively. You look away, jaw set in defiance. “That’s none of your business.”
If you were watching him, you would have seen the tick in his jaw. “It is my business when it causes problems.”
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong!” you huff in annoyance.
His head tilts as he gives you a slightly condescending look. “The first wrong you committed was stepping through the door.”
You roll your eyes childishly, walking away from him to stand in front of the window. You look over the city, silently fuming. You didn’t know what the big deal was. You were about to leave anyways.
You don’t hear him move, but moments later you can feel his body heat against the back of your left shoulder and his reflection appears in the glass of the window. “A group of werewolves were planning to follow you home. I trust that you would not have welcomed their company.” Your gaze meets his in the glass. “So instead I took you somewhere you’d be safe.”
Turning your head, you meet his gaze once more, from over your shoulder. “And am I?” you question. “Safe here?” you clarify.
His gaze darkens to a deep, stormy grey. “That’s entirely up to you.”
You feel chills run up your spine; ripping your gaze from his you look back out the window. You’re not sure if they were good or bad chills. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you feel his heat disappear and you slowly let it out. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest.
You stare out the window without really seeing as your mind races with your different options. So, yes, he did technically bring you to his home. But he also may have technically saved your life. If you staid here, though, it was highlylikely that you were going to end up naked and in his bed. But if you’d gone home, with those werewolves on your tail, you probably would have had a similar fate, only worse. Much worse. At least with an incubus, the sex was guaranteed to be good…
You try to shake those thoughts out of your mind.
His warmth engulfs you once more. “Here,” his hand appears in your line of vision, holding a glass filled with clear liquid. You stare at it a long moment. “It’s water,” he informs you, with a soft sigh of annoyance.
You carefully pull the glass from his fingers, cradling it between your palms and continuing to eye it warily. You glance up at him.
He rolls his eyes. “If I wanted you in my bed, I wouldn’t need drugs to do it.”
You lift the glass to your lips, taking a tentative sip. He wasn’t lying. It’s water. The expensively purified kind. “What would you need?” you find yourself asking before you can tell your brain to shut its trap.
His lips tilt back up into a smirk, his eyes twinkling in mirth. “Only your permission.”
He says it with such conviction. Like he already knows that you’re going to give it to him.
Your cheeks flush a light pink and you turn back to face the window hoping to shield your embarrassment from him. You lift the glass back to your lips, gulping the rest of the water down in the hopes it might quell the heat that’s becoming nearly unbearable inside you.
Your shoulders tense when you feel the brush of his shirt against your back. “I’m going to ask you again,” he states directly into your ear, with a tone of finality. “What were you doing at the club?”
Your hands clench around the empty glass, you’re almost surprised it doesn’t crack. “Nothing,” you respond. “I just wanted to see it.”
“Why?”
“I…” you hesitate, at a loss. “I don’t know. Curiosity, I guess?”
His hands move to your hips, turning you around to face him. “Curiosity?” he repeats.
You shrug a shoulder, not quite able to meet his gaze. “I’ve been told my whole life to stay away from Under Clubs. I wanted to see what the fuss was about.”
James raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t know whether to be impressed by your courage or surprised by your stupidity. “And you thought you’d just wander in through the front door, like a curious little kitten?” He questions. His darkened gaze bores deep into your soul. “Are there other things tonight that have piqued your curiosity, Lumina?”
Despite the water you’d just drank, you can feel your throat run dry at his suggestive undertone. You look up at him through your lashes. “I don’t think I know what you mean,” you tell him, but oh god is it a lie. You know exactlywhat he means.
You catch the way his eyes flicker down to your lips. “I must admit, I might be a little curious myself. I’ve never been with someone of your kind before.”
That gets your brow to furrow. That’s the second time tonight that someone has said that to you. Your kind. You repeat the phrase in confusion. “My kind? You’ve never been with a human?” Surely that couldn’t be right. Incubi survivedoff sex with humans. There’s no way James could have come this far, grown this powerful, without doing so.
He gives you a knowing look, “You’re not just a human, Lumina.”
You shake your head at him. “What are you talking about? Of course I am.”
He looks at you in mild surprise, realization dawning his features. “You have no idea, do you?” he asks briefly. “Tell me. Do you know what I am?” His eyes wash over your face, looking for the truth in your expression.
“An incubus,” you respond.
“And how do you know that?”
You open your mouth to respond, but then hesitate. You don’t really know howto respond. “I-I don’t know. I just do.”
James’ fingers brush against your jaw before he hooks your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Normal humans don’t just know things, Lumina. Normal humans don’t walk into an Under Club to ‘see what the fuss is about’. Normalhumans don’t just blink out of a vampire compulsion.” With each sentence, he looms just a little closer, his breath tantalizing your lips. “You, my dear… are no normal human.”
His words have barely begun to spin in your mind when suddenly his lips are on yours.
You moan, both in shock and arousal. People who say they’ve never felt fireworks during a kiss, clearly have never kissed an incubus. You thought his touch could set you on fire? You’d had absolutely no idea! It was like sparks and meteor showers and hell, the god damn Aurora Borealis were going off inside your body!
You thought you were hot before? But now it felt like you were going nuclear.
You don’t even register the feeling of the glass slipping from your fingers. It lands with a dull thud on the carpet.
Your freed hands are everywhere, your mind filled with too many explosions that you can’t decide where you want them to stop. They grip his shirt, clench round his tie, slide up his neck, cradle his jaw. Your fingers run through his hair and Jesus fuck, it’s softer than you could have imagined. The strands glide like silk against your palms. It doesn’t even feel like he’s used any hair product to keep it in place.
Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp, eliciting a low growl from deep in his chest. He steps forward, pinning your body between his chest and the window. A startled gasp leaves your lips from the contrast of the cold glass against your heated skin. James takes advantage of the opportunity, slipping his tongue between your parted lips.
You can’t help but release another moan. He tastes better than he smells! Like some kind of combination of spicy and sweet. Maybe cinnamon, or ginger? But also something uniquely him, something that almost tastes like fire.
Everything about this man is the embodiment of fire. You’re not sure if it’s a demon thing, or if it’s all him.
You’re so caught up in kissing him and feeling his hair between your fingers, you forget the tiny necessity you have for breathing. Lucky for you, James chooses this moment to start a trail of kisses across your jaw and down your neck.
You keep your lips parted, taking in huge gulping breaths. Each kiss he leaves against your skin feels like a brush of star dust, leaving your skin tingling in its wake. Your hands clench around the strands at the back of his head when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh, James,” you sigh breathlessly.
His hands glide down your waist and over the curve of your ass to grip the back of your thighs. He hoists you up, guiding your legs around his waist, never removing his face from where it’s buried in your neck. You grip his wide shoulders when he steps away from the window. You can feel your heels beginning to slip from your feet, but there’s nothing you can do to stop them as they fall to the carpeted floor.
James walks with perfect poise and balance toward the bedroom, seeming unbothered by your added weight in his arms. He gently lays you out on the center of the bed, settling himself over you. You blink up at him, his blue eyes the only clarity through the haze of pleasure. Your hands reach up to frame his jaw. The light stubble on his cheeks tickle your palms. You guide his face back to yours.
You share another open-mouthed kiss as James lowers his hips, cradling them between your thighs. Your whimpers are quieted by his mouth when you feel his bulge rocking against you. At this point, the tiny slip of fabric you call your panties has completely soaked through with your arousal. Your body is ready, begging for this.
Your hands slide down his neck before reaching the collar of his shirt. Fingers wrapping around his tie, you slowly begin to work it loose. Once it’s free, you pull it away from his neck and allow it to fall to the floor. You then start on the buttons of his shirt. It’s a meticulous process, especially when you’re distracted by his plump lips and roaming hands.
When the last button is finally freed, you push the fabric open, and begin the exploration process with your hands. Ropes of tightly coiled muscle glide beneath plains of smooth skin. You can feel the prominent ridges of his muscle groups, the pectorals, abdominals, and making your way around his ribs, you can feel the edge of his latissimus dorsi.
Pulling away from his lips, you can’t help but to look upon such a perfect specimen. He was designed perfectly for every woman’s fantasies. “You look like you should be on the cover of an adult romance novel,” you find yourself muttering.
James chuckles deeply, his eyes shining in amusement. “Only if you are my leading lady.”
Your fingers brush across his clavicle before moving out and over his shoulders to push the shirt further back. A blemish against the skin of his left shoulder grabs your attention. Directly centered over his deltoid, is a blackened star. Your fingers brush over it, feeling the raised skin beneath. It’s almost as if he’d been burned. Branded.
“What is this?” you ask in a hushed whisper, your brow furrowing.
His eyes remain locked on your face, reading your expressions like an open book. “Something from a past not worth remembering,” he tells you.
Something about the way he says that, it makes your heart clench. Pushing up onto your elbows, you lean forward to place a gentle kiss against the mark. The action had been impulsive, and it was already done before you even realized you were doing it. Pulling back, you meet his gaze cautiously, hoping you hadn’t offended him.
His gaze darkens to a predatory look. Though he’s not particularly threatening. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s aroused.
Being an incubus, James had grown accustomed to the frenzied reactions of women absolutely dying to lay with him. It was normal. The demonic energy within him called forth their hurried and needy actions. And yes, he was using them to feed, but they were using him just as well, desperate for a night of pure pleasure.
He’d never been treated in such a gentle manner before. Most women didn’t even bother to notice the mark, yet alone ask about it. And then to place such a sweet and gentle kiss against a mark that has only caused him pain, it made a different kind of warmth settle deep in his bones. A warmth he wasn’t used to. The kind of warmth that could blossom into feelings deeper than he could understand.
He pushes the shirt the rest of the way off his arms, tossing it uncaringly to the side. He lowers himself over you once more, lips brushing delicately over yours before trailing across your cheek and down your neck. Your hands roam up and down his back, feeling how the muscles shift with every movement. His mouth makes its way down your chest, pausing a moment to feel the drum of your heartbeat against his lips. The beat is strong, and fast, pumping your precious life force through your adrenaline filled body.
He pulls back once more. You feel his hands at your waist, slowly gliding over the fabric of your dress as they move up your body. They skirt teasingly around the curve of your breasts before his dexterous fingers are wrapping around the low collar of your dress. With a swift tug in opposite directions, the dress tears down the middle, straight to your belly button.
You gasp in shock, the expansion of your lungs making your breasts press deliciously against the cups of your brassiere. “James!”
His eyes flash with blue fire, the tip of his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as he observes the feast that’s just become unveiled to him. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he tells you, referring to the now ruined dress.
You huff out a small laugh. “Technically it isn’t mine.”
“Then I’ll buy your friend a new one.” Leaving no room for further discussion, James continues the trail of kisses where he last left off. His mouth glides over the top of your cups, his tongue occasionally darting out to slip beneath the lacy fabric. Moving between the valley of your breasts, he then uses his teeth to nibble just below the under wiring.
He seems to know exactly what he needs to do to turn your body into a whimpering mess. He leaves more nips and butterfly kisses as he continues down. Once he’s hit the bottom of the rip, his fingers grip the fabric at your waist and he tugs just a little more. He rips the dress inch by inch, following each rip with a kiss to the newly revealed skin.
It seems to last both years and milliseconds until his lips are grazing the top of your panties. James uses one last tug to completely rip the dress open, all the way down to the bottom seam. He groans from deep in the back of his throat, his nose nudging at the elastic of your undies. “You are ready for me, Lumina. I can smell it.”
A whimpering gasp leaves you, your thighs spreading just a little further of their own accord. Everything beneath that tiny slip of fabric was positively throbbing. Your clit aches for attention. Your folds glisten with slick. Your walls clench, over and over, desperate to have something to hold onto.
James hooks a finger underneath your panties, prying it to the side, to uncover the present beneath. He licks his lips once more, eyes darkening to black. And then his mouth is on you. It’s not much, just a simple swipe from bottom to top. But holy fuck is it enough.
Your cry out, back arching. The heat from his tongue feels spectacular against you, the warmth lingering long after he’s done. It gets you so dangerously close to the edge, if he just breathes on you the right way, it will be enough to push you over.
James seems to know this, because he pulls back. Instead of continuing what you desperately need him to continue, he begins to pull your panties down your legs. All you want is for him to rip them off, like he had your dress, but he doesn’t. Inch by agonizing inch, he pulls them down your thighs and passed your calves.
His gaze, full of hunger and need, sweeps over your exposed body. “Do I have your permission, Lumina?” he asks, true to his words from earlier.
“Yes,” you moan wantonly, shifting restlessly against his sheets. “James, please.”
He hurriedly, yet still with that inhuman elegance, sheds the remainder of his clothes. Another groan escapes you when his bare flesh is revealed. He’s big. Not monstrously so, but he’s bigger than any man you’ve been with before.
When your gaze slowly makes its way up his body length and back to his eyes, you find that he’s already staring back, watching your observation of him. Your appreciation pleases him.
He leans forward and settles back over you. “You may feel dizzy,” he tells you. “It is not uncommon for women to pass out from the pleasure.” His warning is not with the intent to scare, but rather to inform you so you may be better prepared.
You nod slowly. “Okay.”
One of his hands reach underneath your back. He pinches at the clasp of your bra, and soon removes your last article of clothing. His nose brushes against yours, eyes locked together as his hand trails down the length of your body. He finds the apex of your thighs. He feels your slick against the pads of his fingers, hot and wet. He sinks one finger into you.
You gasp, hips arching up to meet the gentle thrust of his intrusion. His finger hooks into your upper wall. It swirls in slow circles, pulling even more slick from your cunt. He pushes a second finger in. Your limbs already feel like putty. All he’s trying to do is prepare your body, but it’s so deliciously satisfying you know you could get off if he were to keep this up just a little longer.
You whimper at the loss when he pulls his fingers back. He hushes you with a sweet kiss to your cupid’s bow. Using the slick glazed over his fingers and palm, he coats the length of his cock. His stokes are languid, an accentuated movement from base to tip. The veins in his shaft seem to throb almost painfully.
Once James is satisfied, he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your breaths come a little more quickly as the anticipation builds. And then he’s pushing inside you.
And boy did you feel it.
It was like millions of Christmas lights glimmering inside your body. You could feel each individual synapse firing in your central nervous system, telling your brain that holy fuck this feels good. Your body blossoms like a rose, opening completely up to him, despite his girth and length.
He pushes in to the hilt, settling with your hips flush to his. He guides your legs around his waist, allowing him to sink just a little further. The room spins. He’s not even fucking moving and you’re completely ready to lose it.
“You gonna pass out on me, Lumina?” he asks with a deep grunt, his breath fanning across your cheeks.
You blink up at him, desperately trying to pull your focus. “No,” you choke out, but with the way your mind swims, you’re not sure how true that statement is. “Not yet,” you amend. Because if this is what you’re feeling now, an orgasm just might kill you.
His lips upturn into a crooked smile. “Good.” His hips sink back, giving you just a second to prepare before he snaps forward.
A startled cry rips out of your throat. The friction of his skin against yours feels astronomical. He thrusts again. And again. And again. Giving you a few precious seconds in between to grow used to the feelings of having sex with an incubus.
He builds rhythm with every thrust until it eventually becomes one movement. You’re not sure how the hell he does it so easily, but he drags his full length against your g-spot every damn time. Your finger nails claw at his back, raking long lines just to either side of his spine. He releases a low growl, the vibrations running through your body from where your chests are tightly pressed.
“You feel so good, wrapped around me, Y/N. Like velvet,” he groans, his next thrust pushing even deeper.
You gasp at the sound of your name on his tongue. You were beginning to get attached to the nickname, but to hear yours fall from his lips when you were sharing such an intimate moment, it nearly pushed you over the edge. “James! Oh James!”
His labored breaths tickle your lips as he lowers his face to rest his forehead against yours. He adds a roll of his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against your clit. He plays you like a fiddle, using his intimate knowledge of the female body, plus the instinct he has that allows him to read yours specifically. He knows just what you need, when you need it. It’s like being with a man that has had years to explore your body, but you still get the excitement and raw power of being with someone for the first time.
It’s a complete mental trip. And oh so addicting.
Your hips begin to meet his thrusts, your body more than ready to hit that wall of pleasure. Your hands make their way back into his hair. Gripping the locks, you guide his lips back to yours. You moan into each other’s mouths, the sounds of skin slapping against skin resonating throughout the room. Your walls begin to flutter and tighten, the closer you get to your release.
James works like a machine, moving faster, thrusting harder, pushing deeper. He fills your body in ways no human man ever could. He satisfies a craving you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment. This was the end of sex as you know it, because nothing would ever be able to compare to the sensations you were feeling.
Your climax hits and not only are you seeing stars, but you’re seeing nebulas and galaxies and entire fucking universes. Repeating James’ name over and over again seems to be the only thing that’s keeping you on earth. Because even though this is probably the greatest sin you could ever commit, it sure felt a lot like heaven.
James’ body tenses above you, a guttural cry leaving his lips. A few short thrusts and he stills, pushed as deep as he can go and he’s joining you in euphoria. You can feel the jerk of his cock inside you, each burst of cum like lava coating your walls. Your arms wrap around him, gripping the back of his shoulders, as your legs tighten around his waist. You hold him close while his body shudders. The vibrations nearly send you into a second climax.
He still feels thick and heavy, even after you’ve felt him go soft inside you. James waits for your own shudders to stop before he makes moves to pull out. “You still with me?” he asks, voice husky and low.
He reaches a hand up to push some of the tangled mass of hair out of your face. “Yeah,” you respond breathlessly. “That was… wow,” you don’t even know how to describe it.
James’ mouth curls into a self-satisfied grin. He leans down for one last peck of your lips before he pushes off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He seems unfazed by his nudity as he turns to walk away, giving you quite the view of his derrière. He disappears behind a door.
You couldn’t get up to follow even if you wanted to. Everything in your body that may have had substance before was now completely liquified. It was even becoming difficult to keep your eyes open.
You hear the sound of running water, moments before James reappears, a damp wash cloth in his hands. He sits next to you on the bed, gently pressing the cloth to your slightly aching but thoroughly satisfied cunt. “You should sleep, Lumina,” he tells you, noticing how your eyes droop.
“You’re not kicking me out?” you question tiredly.
“Now why would I do that?” he asks. He sets the cloth aside. Pulling the comforter over your body, he moves to join you, curling his body around yours.
“I thought that’s how one night stands worked.” Despite your words, you find yourself curling into him, resting your head on his chest.
He wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you close. “Sleep.”
And like magic, your eyes shut and your mind goes blank.