Bel ran his sharp nails down her body. Emma arched into the sensation, and as he reached her thighs she bucked.
“Careful beloved, I did not blunt my nails as I did last time, we don't want you to get scratched now do we?” Bel murmured, running his sharp teeth along her throat. Emma groaned. Bel let his rough tongue dance along her skin and Emma gripped his broad arms tightly. Bel hissed as her nails dug into his muscles. “My Demon Form has hungered for you so, Emma.” Bel purred, and once again his teeth scraped her skin, more forcefully this time.
“Do it. Bite me Bel.” Emma moaned. “I want to feel your teeth sink into me.” Her eyes were closed, her head tilted in an open invitation and Bel drew in a breath that was half hiss. He nuzzled the flesh where her neck and shoulder m
