Page 55 of The Hellkeeper

I continue downward, stopping at the panties still shielding her from me. I blow warm air over the damp fabric, savoring her shiver.

“Shy like last time?”

She shakes her head.

Good girl.

I peel the lace from her body and just look.

“Beautiful,” I groan. “Too beautiful for this world.”

Her chest rises in shallow breaths. I brush my lips against the inside of her thigh, then the other, inhaling the delicious scent of her pussy.

"Take what you want, little flower," I say.

Her hips rock shyly, but she’s whimpering, frustrated that she’s not getting what she needs.

"More," I urge.

I stick out my tongue, teasing her with its heat, its promise.

"No god, no culture, no voice in your head will ever make you feel dirty for this," I rasp. "You are a goddess. My goddess. My queen. I kneel at your altar, Amelia, and I will worship you until you beg me to stop."

Her body shudders, nails digging into my scalp.

"Yes, little flower. Just like that. Take what you want. Because tonight, and every night after, I’m yours."

She grinds against my mouth, finding her rhythm. Watching her gain confidence is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I eat her like a man starved, like I’ll die if I don’t taste every drop of her pleasure.

“Damien... it feels so good.”

The sound of her voice makes my cock ache, but this isn’t about me. Not yet.

She breaks apart, her back arching. Only then do I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on her dazed expression.

I throw her onto the bed.

She barely has time to process before I’m over her, pinning her down. I line my cock up with her soaked entrance, pausing to take her in, wide-eyed, trusting, willing.

"Tell me you want it."

She swallows, cheeks flushed. "I want it."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I want you."

"I’ll be gentle," I promise.

I push in slowly, giving her time to adjust. Her nails dig into my back and I hiss, the mix of pain and pleasure perfect. She’s crying softly at the stretch.

"It hurts... it burns, Damien."

"I’ve got you, little flower. Just breathe. Let me in."

She nods, body gradually relaxing. I don’t move until she melts around me.

I try to be slow, to be gentle, but it’s her. It’s Amelia. And I lose control fast.

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