I felt dizzy as Aiden's kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that made my entire body tremble. When he finally pulled back, his eyes had darkened to an almost predatory gleam.
"You called me a demon," he whispered against my lips, voice dropping to a dangerous octave. "Perhaps I should play the part, Princess."
The way he said "Princess" sent shivers down my spine. This was a side of Aiden I hadn't seen before—playful yet commanding, his usual control giving way to something rawer.
"I was just joking," I breathed, but my body betrayed me as I pressed closer.
His hands slid down my sides, fingers digging into my hips. "Were you? Because demons take what they want, when they want it." He nipped at my earlobe, making me gasp. "And right now, I want you."
I clutched his shoulders, feeling suddenly small in his powerful embrace. "What are demons supposed to do with princesses?" I asked, playing along.
His smile turned wicked. "Corrupt them, of course."
With surprising gentleness, he pushed me back onto the bed, hovering over me. His thumb traced my lower lip as he studied my face. "Princesses are supposed to be pure, aren't they? But you're already wet for me, aren't you?"
My face burned at his words, but I couldn't deny it. The evidence of my arousal was embarrassingly obvious, my panties clinging uncomfortably against my skin.
"Answer me, Princess," he commanded softly.
"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely audible.
He rewarded me with another kiss, this one slower but no less intense. His hand traveled down my body, pushing up my nightgown until it bunched around my waist.
"Good girl," he praised, fingers trailing along my inner thigh. "So responsive to your demon."
I bit my lip as his fingers brushed against my center through the thin fabric of my underwear. Even that light touch had me arching up, seeking more.
"Please," I whispered, not caring how desperate I sounded.
"Please what?" His eyes glinted with mischief. "Princesses should use their words."
I swallowed hard. "Touch me. Please."
"Where?" He was enjoying this far too much, making me say it.
"Between my legs," I managed, face burning. "I need you there."
His smile was pure sin as he hooked his fingers in my underwear and slowly pulled them down my legs. The cool air against my heated flesh made me shiver.
"Look at you," he murmured, spreading my legs wider. "So pretty and pink. Did you get this wet just thinking about your demon?"
Before I could answer, his thumb circled my clit, making me jerk and moan. He continued these light, teasing touches while watching my face, clearly enjoying every reaction he drew from me.
"Aiden," I gasped as he slid a finger inside me.
"That's not what you called me before," he reminded me, adding a second finger and curling them upward in a way that had me seeing stars.
"God, you feel amazing," he groaned once he was fully seated within me. "So tight and perfect."
I ran my hands down his back, feeling the muscles flex as he began to move. Each thrust was measured and deliberate, hitting spots inside me that had me seeing stars.
"Faster," I begged, digging my nails into his shoulders. "I need more."
"Greedy princess," he teased, but obliged, picking up the pace until the headboard was thumping rhythmically against the wall.
I was lost in sensation, every nerve ending on fire as he pounded into me. His hand slipped between us to circle my clit, and I nearly screamed at the dual stimulation.
"Come for me again," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Let me feel you come around my cock."
His words pushed me over the edge, and I shattered beneath him, walls clenching around him as pleasure overwhelmed me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, his hips jerking as he found his own release.
Afterward, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lay there panting, sweat-slicked bodies cooling in the night air.
"Was that demonic enough for you?" he asked finally, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I laughed weakly, too boneless and satisfied to do much else. "Definitely worth selling my soul for."
He kissed my forehead tenderly. "No souls required, Princess. Just you."

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