Chapter forty-one
Elrien stared at the panting, beautiful-haired human whose lips were still parted in uneven pants, his cheeks flushed from pleasure. Pale lashes framed his eyes that were lidded from his orgasm.
Elrien's obsessive burning gaze took in all of Yuta's nakedness. His eyes devoured every inch—lingering on the flushed chest, the hard little peaks, the delicate swell of his lower belly. His beautifully carved penis still throbbed in his hand.
Elrien's pupils dilated even darker with lust.
Too many mouth watering curves and perfection that snatched his breath away.
Elrien's fingers were slimy and glistening with the thick white human essence. The demon's next actions were based on pure primal instinct.
