Page 44 of Capturing Sin

The smooth caress was like a fingertip stroking along my skin, only warmer, and soft like velvet.

Where were the spines that usually covered his tail’s head like a porcupine?

I gasped as it climbed higher, running over the crease of my inner thigh. My body trembled against the glass, insanity and need intertwining.

The urge to do something reckless made my limbs burn. Everything was closing in on me, controlling me, boxing me in. But all I wanted was to feel free.

A plea sat on the tip of my tongue before I bit down on it. The sting helped clear some of the haze sucking me under.

“What the fuck are you doing, parasite?” I hissed, but the angry noise faded into a sultry gravel that sounded nothing like me.

“What does it look like, poison?” He smirked. “I’m going to break you.”

Chapter 18

The demon slid his tail higher until he traced over my panties. I shuddered, my legs almost buckling under the onslaught.

He chuckled, husky and low. “You’re soaked. Such a greedy little hunter. Is a demon making you too horny to think?”

My jaw ached from how hard I clenched it. I sneered, turning feral in the face of his mocking composure.

I wanted him as unhinged as I felt.

For once, I wanted to be the one stealing control, instead of everyone taking it from me.

Before I could process what I was doing, I shoved the feeding hatch to its widest setting, large enough for my spread hand to shoot through without brushing the edges.

I yanked the waistband of his sweats down. A hard length spilled out.

Saliva pooled in my mouth as a delicious citrus-and-musk scent hit me, and I swallowed hard.

Like everything about the demon, even his damn dick was made to intimidate.

His length was easily the size of my forearm, impossibly thick and covered in slight bumps, like domed scales. Or blunted spikes. They gleamed, almost pearlescent, like his eyes. Like gemstones embedded in the smooth charcoal of his skin.

They stopped short of the tapered tip, a mushroomed heart-shape that reminded me of his tail.

“Oh my god, did you glitter your dick just for this occasion?” I mocked, needing to regain the upper hand.

Pearly liquid dribbled from the pointy tip, running down his textured length in an obscene response.

A husky rattle joined in. “Aww, poison, do you think my dick is pretty?”

His tail slipped under my panties, brazenly stroking through my folds. A strangled moan lodged in my throat as I twitched against the glass.

He chuckled harder. “I bet this pussy is the only pretty thing about you.”

“I bet your diamond-studded cock feels like fucking a cactus. No wonder you’re so desperate for someone to touch you,” I hissed, gripping the base of his length and squeezing.

I couldn’t close my hand around it, inches still separating my thumb and fingertips.

He jerked his hips, rubbing himself through my hand as he groaned. The sensation was somehow both smooth and textured, causing a little shiver down my spine as I imagined what he might feel like inside me.

Not that this monster would fit.

“Not someone.” His claws curled, scraping the glass. “You.”

He slid his tail against me a fraction harder, and I cried out at the shock of bliss mixing with his ridiculous words. I was so close to shattering that I trembled against the glass, my grip tightening on his solid length.

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