Page 64 of Demon's Bride

Crooking my finger forward to hit that spot so deep inside of her, I watch the muscles of her back tense and bunch, and then go lax when I press harder. Her echoing moan makes my tail thrash behind me in agitated, pent up excitement.

Magnificent. My Allison is magnificent.

I bring my other hand to the back of her neck, holding her down and still as I continue to work her. With each gasp and tortured groan I draw from her, my need grows more acute. It would be all too easy to withdraw my hand, unfasten my trousers, and sink into her, but that’s not what I’m after.

A complete conquering is what I seek, a pleasure so consuming it brands her, makes her surrender entirely. My prey, my mate, my wife.

“Maybe that should be your punishment,” I muse, withdrawing my finger. “Maybe I should leave you wanting and empty.”

“No!” Her denial is immediate and vehement, drawing a low, cruel chuckle from me.

“No?” I ask, bringing my finger back to her cunt and drawing it slowly over her soaked flesh.

Allie squirms under my touch. “No, sir.”

A hand on her ass, gripping her tightly. “Then what is it you want?”

“Y-you. I want you.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. Hastily undoing the ties at the waist of my trousers, my cock springs painfully free, and I grasp it firmly in hand before running it up and down the length of her, coating the tip in her dampness. When I push it forward to bump against her clit, she cries out and arches against me.

“Again,” Allie moans. “Please.”

Having her so pliant and willing, I’m more than happy to oblige. I rub over her sensitive peak once, twice, again and again, until she’s rolling her hips in time with my thrusts.

“Please,” she says again. “Please Eren.”

A sweeter plea I’ve never heard.

“You want this?” I ask her, notching my cock against her entrance.

“Yes!” she cries, trying to push herself back onto me.

I still her with a hand. “There’s something I still need from you, witch.”

The movement of her body on mine threatens to undo me, make me forget myself entirely. But it’s not enough, not nearly enough.

“I need to know who you belong to, Allie.”

The command makes her cry out, pushing against me, begging with that sweet body of hers. But I won’t, Ican’tappease her until I have the words. I lean down over her, my body covering her from her plush ass all the way up to the hot, sweaty nape of her neck where I nip and whisper against her skin.

“Say it.”

“You,” she relents on a sound caught somewhere between a moan and a sob. “Only yours. Always yours.”

Mine.

Triumph roars through me as I sink my fangs and my cock into her at the same time. The sound she makes this time is undoubtedly a sob, but one of pure want, pure need, pure pleasure that blooms across my tongue and into my lungs with each inhale. The sensation of it sinks so deep I imagine I can feel it imprinted on my very soul.

Her soft, generous ass is pliant and giving beneath my hands, flesh rippling with each hard thrust into her. It’s heaven, and hell, this warm, wanting piece of her.

When I pull away from her neck to watch my cock moving in and out of her, see my knot pressing up against her cunt with each thrust, my rational mind stutters around the edges. The mating instinct grips me like a vise. The urge to knot her, rut her, fill her with my seed and watch her body swell with my child, is overwhelming.

And by the way Allie presses back against me, the way she shifts and opens herself even wider, like she’s trying to take me all the way inside, I nearly break. It’s only giving my head a sharp shake, leaning back and pulling a breath of fresh, cool forest air into my lungs that gives me clarity.

Not now. Not yet.

Reaching down between our joined bodies and finding her clit, I roll it firmly under my thumb. Allie lets out a strangled cry in response.

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