Page 18 of Hellish Witch

“And youdoowe me that favour…” He trailed off, the forked tip of his tongue grazing my throat.

“What do you want?” My words came out husky, like I was already drunk on him.

“My silence…for your screams.” His words were a tease against my skin, lighting my nerve endings with sparks of need. “Drown me in the sweet taste of you.”

“What a nightmare if I didn’t,” I mused.

He smiled against my jaw, fangs tracing my delicate skin a second before pain stung just below. Sharp teeth bit deep into my neck. The flare of pain ceded to the most delicious warmth. Pleasure bloomed as he drank from me, venom gliding through me like silk.

A hard length pressed against my hip, making my thighs clench in anticipation. Just that vague impression was enough for me to moan at the sheer size of him. The steel. The heat.

As quick as it started, his fangs left my flesh, leaving me cold and wanting. He stepped back, wings releasing me. I stumbled a step, dizzy from his masculine intensity being ripped away.

He grinned, the startling image of a fallen angel from human myth. If there was one thing I knew about Killian, though, he’d lost whatever halo he might have had a long time ago.

Demonic sin dripped off him.

His tail whipped out, hooking behind my knees.

I yelped, falling backwards. But instead of hitting the floor, I fell on a soft bed that was somehow beneath me. If furniture was moving on a whim, I really must be in a dream.

The confirmation made me bold, and I parted my legs, inch by inch. My skimpy dress rode up my hips, exposing my satin-covered core as I dug my heels into the furs.

Dream-Killian bit his fist, a low growl spilling out as his eyes devoured me, laid out on the bed just for him. His wings flared, shivering in what I hoped was excitement.

He prowled close, looming over me like a dark god.

I’d never felt so attractive in my life.

“Eve…” His voice roughened. “Tell me you want this. Let me take care of you,” he purred, and the silken tip of his mischievous tail trailed up my calf, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

I swallowed thickly. Even in my dreams, it was harder than it should have been to admit to everything I’d secretly hungered for all these years.

“Yes.” The word ended in a faint moan.

A dark smirk hooked one side of his lips. He was every sinful fantasy I’d had, too tantalising to be real.

His tail flashed, the stinger slicing through my panties with deadly precision.

Before I’d even finished gasping, his hands grabbed under my knees and shoved them up to my ribs, spreading me to the limit.

A groan left his lips, and then he feasted.

I moaned as his forked tongue laved straight through my slick folds to swirl over my clit. He snarled, vibrating my lowerlips with a delicious sensation that knocked another desperate sound free.

Burned caramel peppered the air, the smoky scent infusing the dream with sparks of power, like energy really was seeping into me, alongside the pleasure Killian delivered.

His tongue ghosted over my clit before faintly circling my entrance, teasing and taunting. I’d never felt so much from so little contact.

Sharp points dug into my thighs as Killian gripped me harder, pinning me to the bed beneath him. His wings clamped around me, trapping me in the softest cage.

I arched off the furs as he shoved his tongue into me, the slick thickness making me writhe.

“Killian!” I moaned, hands fisting his horns. Their feather-ridged texture grounded me even as he pushed me higher.

My hips moved of their own accord, until I was shamelessly grinding myself against his face, using his horns for leverage. He growled into my pussy like a threat, tongue vibrating deep inside me even as the base worked the needy bundle of nerves at my apex.

Rich caramel energy drowned me while he ate me like a demon starved.

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