Page 51 of Hellish Witch

His tail descended with a wet slap.

I gasped, arching off the tree. The lewd sound jolted through me as much as the shock of sensation through my clit.

“Say. My. Fucking. Name,” he snarled.

But he didn’t wait.

His arrowhead plunged into me, eclipsing the emptiness in one punishing thrust. I writhed, biting my lip until I tasted blood, scraping my back through the material trapped under me, but not a single part of me could care.

The ruthless demon dragged his tail out and thrust back in. The stretch was sinful, but I was already soaked from his unique venom, rushing liquid pleasure through my bloodstream.

Hands skimmed down my sides and pinned my hips to the tree. My heart pounded in anticipation, laced with nervous energy.

A low growl rumbled from him. “If you won’t say it, sweetness, I’ll make you scream it while you come on my tail like my good girl.”

His tail drew back and slammed home. Only Killian’s hands kept my body in place as I thrashed. He tail-fucked me like a demon possessed, my whole body jerking with every rough thrust filling me.

Something warm and wet lashed my clit.

“Oh fires!” I yanked on my restraints, but my wrists were locked in place. “Please,” I whined, almost sobbing at the overwhelming sensations assaulting my core.

I couldn’t see him, but knowing it was Killian playing with me, choosing how he wanted to touch me, to take me…

It drove me right to the edge.

His forked tongue laved my clit, rough yet wet, hard, sloppy lashes that gave me everything I needed and forced me to take even more.

He snarled, the dangerous sound raising the hair on my nape even as the sensation drugged me.

Vibrations quaked my lower lips as he growled low, “The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

He upped the ferocity until his silken tail attacked my fluttering channel. My inner walls squeezed the wide intrusion, struggling to take the delicious onslaught.

The fire in my blood roared, lighting me up from the inside as pleasure crashed through me, exploding like fireworks in the darkness.

“Killian!” The scream finally burst free, shattering me from the inside out.

Everything hazed as I writhed and thrashed, trapped on Killian’s tail as he drew out every ounce of my pleasure, fucking me through wave after wave of bliss, wringing it from my aching core until I whimpered at the overstimulation.

His arrow eased from between my thighs, and I twitched with the aftershocks.

A low groan washed over me, a wet sound snagging my attention through the dark. “Sweeter than candied petals.”

My core clenched at the mental image of him tasting my pleasure off his tail.

Heat covered me, and soft, moist lips pressed to mine. I gasped into the gentle kiss, my lips trying to follow after his, but the tricky demon pulled back.

The fabric was tugged from my eyes, and I blinked rapidly as light flooded my vision.

A bonfire crackled and popped in the centre of a shadowy forest. The smokeless fire was an unnatural ruby shade, like blood set aflame—the colour of my dark magic rather than the hell-fire’s lilac shade outside the dreamscape. Wildflowers, painted with a rainbow of bioluminescence, swayed in an invisible breeze before the huge fallen redwood I was draped over. More trees bordered the cocooned space. Colourful firebugs dotted the air like stars brought within reach, their low humming a lazy melody.

It looked like the Bloodwood clearing where Killian had snuck up on me but with the magic dial cranked way up.

The dream world filtered in with each hazy blink.

And Killian was at its centre, a sinful smirk on glistening lips.

Chapter 18

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