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A scream tore from my lips as I bucked against the incubus’s wicked mouth, unravelling for him.

It was an out-of-body experience. I could feel myself writhing on the soft furs, but I had no control.

Pleasure smashed me apart, and Killian rebuilt me just for him.

Chapter 23

The incubus pulled his tongue from my pussy as I watched on in a daze.

“It wouldn’t be your birthday if you didn’t have some of your cake,” Killian purred.

The wicked demon turned to the nightstand and swiped more pink frosting from the destroyed cake. Mischief blazed in his silver eyes as he leaned up and forced his thick tongue between my lips, sealing his mouth against mine.

The taste of candied petals bloomed on my tongue, along with a sweet musk I knew was the forbidden bliss he’d wrungfrom me. I groaned into the kiss as he half choked me with his monstrous, sugar-coated tongue. He laughed into my mouth, the sound edging cruelty as I gagged for an alarming breath.

With a vicious grin, he pulled back, licking his lips as I gasped on the bed, blinking up at him.

I bit my sweetened lips as he straightened, dipping from view as I struggled to lift my heavy head. Clothes rustled, and a second later, Killian loomed over me again.

Something wet and warm dripped between my thighs. It tingled with power. Thick droplets of heat continued to rain against my pussy, slicking me deliciously.

I moaned at the heady sensation and scraped together the strength to sit up enough to stare down between our bodies despite the boneless feel to my limbs.

A monster leered back.

My throat worked as I stared at Killian’s proud length, lurking just above the apex of my thighs, beading with pearls of power.

In the dim room, his thick length looked a deep purple, richer than the slate shade of his skin. Like his horns, a feathered pattern ribbed his long length. Black edged it in a stunning pattern I knew would drive any demoness wild with every thrust. The shadowed edges matched the smooth bulbous tip that tapered into a wicked point, mimicking his arrowhead tail.

But what really caught my eye was how the feathered pattern changed as it reached his base. It became larger and thicker, like a dragon’s scales. The pattern’s shapes swelled as I watched.

Like a knot.

Not all incubi had them, but Killian was extreme in all things.

His sinuous tail wrapped around it and squeezed.

The wet splash of his pre-cum was indecent and so fucking sexy I couldn’t breathe. As if my attention only turned him on, more tingling liquid blossomed from his pointed tip. It fizzed against my lower lips like sparkling mead, each drop driving me right to the edge again.

I breathed hard as I teetered on the edge of madness.

He was so close that all I had to do was hook a leg around his hips and I could impale myself on his throbbing, slick textured length. I could finally know what it felt like to have Killian.

A sexy growl rumbled between us, and my gaze locked with the demon’s above me.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to fuck you,” he murmured, pupils blown wide with his hunger.

I let my legs fall wider, welcoming the thought.

He snarled. “Grab my cock and cover yourself in my cum, sweetness.”

He didn’t wait for me to oblige, his wings scooping under my back to lean me close enough to grab him.

I reached out on instinct, my hands strangling the textured heat of him as much as his girth would allow. My claws didn’t even touch.

He groaned, half-growl, half-moan, and it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard.

Silken liquid smoothed over his feathered length until my hands glided up and down, the texture scraping teasingly between my palms. I squeezed, working him faster, my breaths turning harsh and loud between us. More and more fluid seeped from his pointed tip, covering me in his mess.

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