I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 91

Though it was their lips that touched, the heat in her lower abdomen grew unbearable. As the kiss deepened and her back began to arch, Teshiel moved his lips down to her neck. Tracing the rapid pulse beneath her skin, he sucked hard at the tender flesh of her throat.

“Ah… I missed you, Teshiel… I have missed you so.”

Bonita gasped, her voice trembling and breaking under the weight of his touch.

“It was dangerous… you shouldn’t have come… but still, I missed you.”

Her soft, quivering voice made Teshiel pause and lift his head from her neck.

Bonita misses me.

Teshiel stared at Bonita, momentarily forgetting to breathe. Her slightly parted lips were flushed and glistening, her shallow breaths quickened, her cheeks flushed pink, and her beautiful brown eyes half-blurred with desire and emotion. When their eyes met, Bonita instinctively raised her hand, gently caressing his cheek.

Her delicate fingers traced the line of his jaw, and when they reached the corner of his lips, she suddenly looked up, only to see his burning, golden eyes locked onto her. Those eyes—capable of destroying entire worlds—were trembling slightly, as if waiting anxiously for her reaction.

In that moment, Bonita realized something. Her heart raced as if it would explode.

“…I love you.”

As if in a trance, she whispered the words aloud. Teshiel froze in place.

Bonita inhaled sharply, tears slipping from her eyes as she blinked.

Even if you don’t believe me, even if you don’t accept it, even if I shouldn’t love you, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s already too late.

She had fallen in love with the King of the Demon Realm. There was no hiding it. She needed to say it, now. She had always been the kind of person who acted on her resolve the moment she made a decision.

As Teshiel’s golden eyes slowly widened in shock, Bonita smiled softly.

“I love you, Teshiel. I love you.”

His face twisted in disbelief. He hadn’t expected to hear those words. In a low voice, almost as if trying to understand, he repeated Bonita’s words in the language of demons, carefully articulating each phrase:

Bonita… loves… me.

She loves me.

The grip on her tightened. In the next moment, Teshiel let out a ragged breath and devoured her lips with an urgency she had never felt from him before. Was this what a kiss could be? Bonita’s mind went blank, her body burning as she clung to him, barely able to breathe.

Before she realized it, she was already lying on the bed beneath him.

As Teshiel fumbled with the buttons of Bonita’s dress, he grew impatient after undoing only a few. With a slight frown, he grabbed the fabric at her chest and ripped it open, leaving the dress in tatters. It wasn’t the first time her clothes had been torn apart by his hands, but today, his expression was different—there was an urgency in his eyes that made Bonita’s heart race with excitement.

She wasn’t wearing a corset, so when her pale b*****s spilled free, he stared intently at the peaks, which had already grown taut under his gaze. Without hesitation, Teshiel grabbed them greedily, kneading them roughly while his fingers teased her n*****s.

“Ahh… hnn…”

Every sweet moan that escaped Bonita’s lips was immediately devoured by his mouth. His tongue pressed against hers, eagerly swirling together as if he couldn’t get enough of her breath, her taste.

When he gave her n*****s a light pinch, a deeper moan escaped, and an intoxicatingly rich scent filled the air, drawing him further into his desire. His mouth found her neck, where he bit down and sucked hard. As he pulled away, a bright red mark appeared on her otherwise flawless skin. Teshiel stroked the mark with his fingertips before licking his lips.

It had been nearly ten days since he last held her, and the marks he’d left on her body had all but faded.

“That won’t do.”

“Ah!”

He gripped her pale b*****s tightly, causing the soft flesh to swell between his fingers. He pressed his lips to the delicate skin just below her collarbone, marveling at how impossibly soft it was. It felt as though her skin even tasted sweet, as his tongue grazed over it, and each nibble sent shivers down her spine.

As he continued to mark her from top to bottom, Bonita’s body trembled with each kiss, each bite. Her deepened moans fueled him further. His hand trailed downwards while he continued to lavish her b*****s with attention. When he tore away the remaining fabric, pulling taut on her n*****s as the fabric caught, Bonita let out a strangled gasp and arched her back.

Seeing her b*****s bounce in response, Teshiel hungrily took the other into his mouth, biting down and savoring every bit of her with voracious need.