Page 25 of Demon's Bride

Taste me? He can’t mean what I think he means. My gaze darts to his gleaming fangs, then back to his fire-bright eyes.

Safe word, I remind myself, we have a safe word.Rose petals, and it’s over.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Eren’s expression grows dark with sinister promise. “I’m going to claim you, Allie. I’m going to make you hunger for me like I hunger for you. I’m going to make you surrender your soul to me.”

He dips his head to my collarbone, then lower to the swell of my breast. His fangs are a sharp whisper against my skin.

“You said that’s not what you’re going to take.” The words are hoarse, balanced on a knife’s edge as I wait to see what exactly he plans to do with those fangs.

“Take?” he asks, lifting his head to look up at me. “Never take. You’ll offer it freely.”

“Only if you give me yours, too.”

I make the comment half as a taunt, half as a desperate attempt to claw my way back from the deep whirlpool of whatever he’s hinting at. Give this demon my soul? What would that mean for me?

“Don’t you know, little witch?”

He drags his thick, heavy cock up and down me again, letting the length of it slide against my clit. The need to have him inside is a painful, clawing thing.

“Know what?”

He doesn’t answer, just repeats the motion until I’m wild and writhing, any words or sensible thoughts completely beyond me.

“I want you inside,” I gasp out, practically begging. “Please, Eren.”

Who am I kidding? I’m begging. Full-on, needy, pride-burned-to-ash begging.

“You’d deny us both the pleasure of my mouth on this sweet cunt of yours?”

“Later,” I whine. “Need you.”

His answering laugh is a cruel, dark thing.

“Very well, witch,” he says, the harsh words undercut by the groan that leaves him when he notches himself and presses forward.

There’s nothing, nothing at all in the world except the slow sear of him filling me. Above me, Eren’s wings flare wide, his red eyes gleam, and I hear the whip of his tail on the sheets behind him, like he needs to expel some of the coiled energy in him, energy I swear I can feel humming beneath his skin every time I touch him.

In this moment, he’s never looked less human. Or more beautiful.

When he bottoms out, I can feel the swell of his knot pressing against the edge of my pussy. A slight note of alarm rings through me, and I peer down to where our bodies are joined.

“Not tonight, little witch,” Eren says, the words hoarse.

Is it disappointment, what I’m feeling?

I don’t have a spare moment to examine the feeling before he draws himself out and thrusts deep again, with more force behind it this time.

The stretch of him borders on obscene. Even though I’m practically dripping for him, and even though I’m more than ready after the working over he gave me earlier with his tail, it’s still a tight fit. He might be an arrogant demon, but he certainly has the goods to back up his bragging about his size.

When I cry out, he releases my still-caught hands and grabs the back of one thigh. Lifting it higher on his hip he presses deep, letting his half-engorged knot rub up against my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out at the unfamiliar sensation. My nails score his skin, and when he takes my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss I run my tongue over his fangs, bite down hard on his bottom lip, and the pleasure-pain of it all makes him lose whatever last bit of control he was holding on to.

Eren fucks me like no human lover ever has. Deep, demanding, relentless.

Holding me open, hips and cock pounding against me, I’m drowning in sensation. Raw and elemental, it feels like nothing less than magick. And maybe it is, I think in some half-conscious corner of my mind, how could it not be?

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