Page 84 of Hellish Witch

Within minutes, he was flying back towards me, arrowing straight for the balcony he’d left me on. That damn stick of haze still darkened his lips despite its fiery tip.

Blood splattered his face, dripping down his chest until the predatory birds across his skin bathed in crimson rain.

Silver eyes gleamed with hunger.

It matched my own.

“Killian,” I moaned. “Please—”

His hand shot out and gripped my throat, cutting me off mid-plea. His tail curled around the smoke stick in his mouth, pulling it free as he blew out a lungful of shadow.

His tail flicked the smoking drug over his wing. It tumbled, hitting the groaning demon below. Flames burst to life, under-lighting Killian in an ominous, fiery glow.

“Shh, sweetness. I know exactly what you need,” he whispered, hazed lips barely moving.

And then they were slamming down on mine.

I moaned as he kissed me like a beast starved, all teeth and tongue and hunger.

Blood bloomed through the kiss as my fangs nicked his forked tip. The caramel flavour of him drugged me, mixing with the heady, smoky feel of his desire pouring into me until he was everything.

He wrenched back, and his hold on my throat while he hovered mid-air was the only thing stopping me from plummeting to the concrete below, already littered with the flaming body of his last victim.

“I’m going to take you like the ruthless bastard I am, sweetness, and you’re going to scream for me like the good girl you are. Say yes.” His accent thickened, roughened by the need hounding us both.

Heat blazed through me at his words.

“Yes.” The word slipped free on a moan.

With a snarl, he tore open his fly, freeing his heavy cock. The feathered texture of his throbbing length glistened with pre-cum under the moonlight. I already knew exactly how deliciously his slick would tingle on contact.

But I craved to know how he would finally feel inside me.

The glorious bastard was hung like an incubus.

A giggle escaped me at the dumb thought, but the giddy high was replaced with the burn of lust and dark need.

Killian bared his fangs with a manic grin. “Laugh while you can, Princess. You’re about to scream until your voice gives out.”

I sucked in a breath as he clawed open my trousers, ripping right through the leather and my panties beneath. Sharp tips threatened my pussy enough to make my inner walls tremble. His tail lashed under my knee and yanked my legs wide.

He thrust in deep. All the way to the fucking hilt.

And I screamed.

Molten heat doused me in liquid pleasure. He throbbed inside me for a single blissful second, stretching me to my limit. I teetered on the edge. Feathered scales rubbed my inner walls as he vibrated inside me with each harsh wing-beat keeping him aloft.

He growled, like he was beyond anything as mundane as words. But his body was more than happy to speak for him.

The head of his tail slapped my clit, and I detonated.

High-pitched screams flooded the night as I writhed on his thick length, core squeezing the hard invasion, strangling the textured steel. Every nerve in me lit up. His grin was cruel as he watched me break for him while he held all the control, keeping perfectly still apart from his enormous shadowed wings stroking the night.

Time stuttered as I fought to breathe.

Bliss wound through me before the heat chased it, leaving me hungry and needy all over again as I panted on the metal railing, trying not to fall to my death as I clawed at his muscular shoulders.

And then the incubus went to war.

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