Page 68 of Capturing Sin

The monster feasted on me at the table like a man starved.

My head fell back as he tongue-fucked me, thick length thrusting deep and writhing like a damn vibrator. The flexible base rubbed wetly at my clit with his upper lip, driving my hips off the table as I bucked and writhed.

He growled inside me, and I screamed, shattering apart on the kitchen table. He didn’t stop, snarling as he devoured me whole. The dangerous edge of his fangs against my skin only driving me higher.

Pleasure roiled through me in waves, spilling unintelligible noises from my lips. My hands slid through silken strands to find the cool ivory of his curved horns. I pushed him away as my orgasm waned, leaving me twitching on the table, hyper-sensitive from his attentions.

He growled, giving my pussy one last firm lick that wrung another moan from me.

The screech of a chair had my eyes flying open.

Sin loomed over me, eyes raking my bare flesh. They glowed white-hot, framed by pale lashes that matched the silvery strands falling into his face. Bared fangs dripped clear venom while my pleasure glistened across his full lips.

He’d laid me out on the table like a sacrifice on his altar.

And I wanted the devil to take me.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I chuckled, low and husky from screaming my pleasure. “I thought you were meant to be a demon.”

If I was going to play with demons, I might as well truly sin.

He tipped his horns back, cruel laughter giving the darkening kitchen a sinister edge. “Oh sweet poison, you have no idea what you’re asking for, but I can’t wait to make you regret it.”

He shoved his trousers down, kicking them aside as he freed the monster I’d been craving ever since that first taste.

His jewel-studded cock jutted forward, already seeping pearly liquid for me. The thick length was easily the size of his forearm, and apprehension swirled through the bliss and hunger.

My core clenched in vicious need at the formidable sight.

He lined himself up, pointed head notching inside my entrance. Just that alone stretched me enough to suck in a gasp. Part-fear, part-need.

He hooked his claws under my thighs, digging in sharp enough to draw a hiss from me.

But he didn’t thrust inside me like I needed.

His eyes bored into me, instead, seeming to reach deeper than should be possible, until something more passed between us.

That one look unnerved me more than all the venomous threats he’d delivered before. That heat in my chest returned, burning like coal beside my heart.

I sneered, desperate to break the strange tension. “Fuck me like you hate me, Sin.”

He smirked back, just as vicious. “I do.”

The demon yanked me down onto his length, and I screamed.

The stretch burned my core in the most delicious way, pain flirting with pleasure. He gave me a single beat to adjust, his sharp features transformed with a look of pure rapture.

My reprieve was over in an instant.

He drew back, and thrust in, sliding me across the table with the force. Stinging claws curled into my thighs and his tail strangled my waist, holding me down as he unleashed his fury on my body.

The hot drag of his textured cock against my inner walls was like nothing I’d felt before.

Sensation overwhelmed me. Heat from his venom still flooded my veins, burning me from the inside out. But his pre-cum was like liquid fire, coating my inner walls as he pounded into me.

I moaned as he fucked me like a beast, urging him on.

He snarled, lifting one of my legs over his forearm to deepen the angle. I hissed at the feel of him bottoming out inside me, my hands finding his arms to scratch at him, punishing him back even as I was desperate for more.

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