Chapter 25 🔞🔞Chapter 25🔞🔞
I stepped into our bedroom that evening, the air thick with anticipation, and there she was—Adrianna, my fierce, curvy goddess, slipping into that dark green one-sleeved cocktail dress. It hugged her like a second skin, the fabric shimmering as it clung to every luscious curve: the swell of her full breasts straining against the neckline, the dip of her waist flaring out to wide hips that swayed with her every breath, the hem teasing just above her knees, promising the soft thighs I craved to part. Her brunette waves cascaded wild over one shoulder, green eyes flashing with that teasing fire as she caught my gaze in the mirror. I smirked, adjusting my own dark green shirt—same silky material as her dress, tucked into black slacks that did little to hide the growing bulge of my cock. Dress shoes completed the look, human enough to blend, but the crimson tint of my eyes marked me as something different.
She turned, lips parting in a slow, hungry smile, and through our bond, desire flared hot and intense, her want crashing into me like a wave. It made my chest tighten with possessive love, that emotional pull twisting with raw lust—knowing I could ignite her like this, make her pussy ache just from a look.
“You clean up nice, love,” she purred, stepping close, her fingers trailing down my chest, nails scraping lightly over the fabric. Emotions surged: her arousal, my devotion, the deep-seated need to worship her beyond the physical, to show her tonight was about us, soul-deep.
“Only for you,” I murmured, voice low and rough, pulling her in for a brief kiss—lips brushing hers, tongue flicking just enough to taste her sweetness before I pulled back. “Ready? Our reservation awaits.” Her hand slipped into mine, warm and trusting, and we headed out, the bond humming with shared excitement. The drive to Riverwalk was charged, her thigh brushing mine, small talk laced with telepathic teases—her whispering how she'd let me fuck her in the car if I begged, me sending back visions of pinning her against the boot, cock buried deep while she moaned my name. But we both made a promise to Elena to not dirty up her car.
The hostess at Riverwalk greeted us with a professional smile, her eyes lingering a beat too long on my broad shoulders and the way Adrianna’s dress accentuated her curves.
“Reservation for two?” she asked, and I nodded, arm possessive around Adrianna’s waist. She led us through the dimly lit dining room, past clinking glasses and murmured conversations, to a private booth tucked in the back corner. Shadows draped the space like a veil, hiding our lustful secrets from prying eyes—no one could see unless they approached directly. The leather seats curved intimately, a single candle flickering on the table, casting warm glows over the crisp white linens.
We slid in side by side, Adrianna’s body pressing close, her scent—jasmine and arousal—filling my senses. The hostess called over a waitress, a young woman with a notepad and efficient smile.
“Enjoy your evening,” the hostess said, vanishing as the waitress approached. “Drinks to start?”
I glanced at the menu, then at Adrianna, my red eyes gleaming with mischief already bubbling inside. This date was about romance, yes, but I couldn't resist weaving in the supernatural seduction that defined us—body worship starting subtle, building to the fierce passion she craved.
“I'll have the bourbon neat,” I said, then turned to Adrianna, voice commanding yet tender through the bond. “Order the ribeye, medium rare, with the truffle fries. And a glass of that cabernet you love—the bold one.” She raised a brow, lips twitching, but nodded, the bond sparking with her curiosity and that underlying trust.
“Excuse me,' I added to the waitress, standing smoothly. “I need to use the bathroom.” Adrianna’s head tilted, confusion flickering in her eyes—she'd never seen me use one, not once since materializing, my demonic body beyond such human needs. She opened her mouth to ask, but I sent a pulse of mischief through our link, smirking as I walked away, the air shimmering faintly behind me.
In the bathroom, I locked the door, willed myself invisible—my form fading into ether, crimson skin and all—and teleported back, silent as a shadow. Heart pounding with anticipation, cock already half-hard at the thought, I dropped to my knees and crawled under the tablecloth, the shadows concealing me perfectly. Adrianna’s legs parted slightly under the table, her dress riding up those creamy thighs, and I inhaled her scent—musky arousal already dampening her panties. Emotions warred in me: love so deep it ached, mixed with the urgent need to taste her, to worship her pussy right here, proving my devotion in the most intimate way.
I pushed her dress higher, fingers ghosting her skin, and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue dove deep, lapping at the wet heat through her lace panties before shoving them aside. She was soaked, pussy lips swollen and slick, and I groaned into her folds, the vibration making her jolt.
“Apollo, what the fuck?” she hissed telepathically, voice a mix of shock and building pleasure, but her legs spread wider, inviting me.
I sucked her clit hard, tongue thrusting into her tight hole, tasting her tangy essence as it coated my mouth. Her bond flooded me with sensations—her heart racing, nipples hardening against her dress, that emotional surrender blending with graphic hunger. I worshipped her relentlessly, lips sealing around her folds, tongue flicking and swirling, fingers parting her ass cheeks to tease her puckered hole lightly, adding that edge of fantasy.
Just then, the waitress returned, setting down our drinks with a clink. “Here you are. Would you like to wait for your companion to order, or do you know what he'd like?” Adrianna’s breath hitched, her hand gripping the table edge as my tongue plunged deeper, curling against her G-spot. She managed a straight face, voice steady but strained. “No, I know. He'll have another bourbon. And we'll both take the ribeye, medium rare, truffle fries on the side.” Inside her mind, she cussed me out—”You demonic bastard, I'm gonna come so hard you'll drown”—the words fueling my cock, throbbing against my slacks.
The waitress nodded, oblivious, and left. Adrianna’s free hand slammed over her mouth, muffling a gasp as I sucked harder, tongue lashing her clit while two fingers pumped her pussy, stretching her walls. Her thighs quivered around my head, juices flooding my face, and she shattered—body convulsing silently, pussy clenching my fingers in rhythmic spasms, a gush of her cum soaking my chin. Through the bond, her pleasure crashed into me, emotional waves of love and lust intertwining, making my own release temptingly close.
I lapped her clean, savoring every drop, then withdrew, teleporting back to the bathroom. Water ran over my face, washing away her essence, but the taste lingered on my tongue. Visible again, I returned to the table, sliding in with an innocent smile. “Miss me?” Her eyes blazed, cheeks flushed, bond thrumming with sated fire and playful revenge. The night was just beginning—romance building to more worship, more claiming, our eternal dance far from over.