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Her devilish eyes were fixed on his as she leaned in, licking him from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the wetness before opening her mouth to swallow him whole. Pleasure shot up his spine, followed by pain as she shocked him again, forcing him to buck down her throat. She gagged around him, and he was going to pull away, but she only gripped him tighter. Releasing him with a pop, she caught her breath before cleaning him with her tongue.
Again and again, she shocked him and swallowed him so hard he could see stars. He couldn’t help the embarrassing panting noises that escaped his mouth, the whimpering after she released him. He was so caught up in her torture, he didn’t realize he was slipping further into himself. Red and black veins spread across his skin; instead of staring in shock, Ellea ran her tongue along them, humming appreciatively.
“Small steps,” she cooed, nipping at his skin that was so hot with lust and dark power.
Ros let out a growl, trying to press his demon back down, but the air was full of her magic, her arousal, even her love. He could taste it, making his mouth water with the need to feast on the power in her blood and the wetness he knew was sticking to her thighs. She seemed to sense his want, that her tormenting had to end before the world exploded around them. Ros grabbed her as she stood, not giving her a chance to make the next move. She was under him in an instant, smirking up at his flustered glare. Pinning her legs under his, he welcomed the small stab of her daggers, letting the pain ground him.
“Small steps,” he echoed, letting his own claws show.
Tracing them across her skin, a blush followed the trail of their sharp line. It was time for her to pant, to beg. He made quick work of the lace fabric, and with each tear, she whimpered and shifted under him. Her back arched as her breasts were freed to the cold air.
“Ros,” she pleaded.
“You had your fun,” he growled, tracing her nipple with the sharp tip of his claws.
She sucked in a breath, and when Ros glanced at her, there was barely any gray left; her eyes were blown wide with hunger. Leaning in, he kissed her hard, moving her so her legs could wrap around him. He pressed his hard cock into her, the feeling was foreign with her wearing underwear. He only spent a moment here, grinding her into him, making her suffer through the fabric until she tried reaching for them.
“No,” he said, moving away from her so he could rest between her thighs.
One taste, he promised himself as he ran a clawed finger down the fabric, tearing it easily. He groaned at the sight of her, soaked, pink, and desperate to be filled. When he pressed his nose against her clit, inhaling her perfect scent, he almost came against the blanket. When he licked her fully, consuming her from ass to stomach, her legs shuddered, gripping his head hard. He begged to one day die this way.
“Fuck,” she growled as he crawled up her body.
She clung to him, fighting to get her center over his throbbing cock, and he obliged, sheathing himself in one hard thrust. They both moaned; she was so hot, so tight, and already pulsing around him.
“Please,” she whimpered, nipping at his jaw, his neck, and clawing at his back. “Please fuck me, I need…”
“I know what you need,” he grunted, then answered by dragging out to the tip and thrusting into her.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, stopping her head from rolling back. Her eyes were unfocused, and she mumbled obscenities as he drove into her, hard and slow, feeling every inch of her and rubbing against her clit, driving her to the edge.
“Look at me.” It was a demand, but she answered.
It took her a moment, blinking away the lust, and his shadows brushed away the hair sticking to her already sweaty face.
“I see you,” she said, grabbing him by the face and clawing at his beard.
He felt seen, cut open and raw. The red light in his demonic eyes glimmered across her pale skin. She brushed a shaking finger across his brow, looking at him with so much wonder. He didn’t know what to do other than angle his hips and drive into her harder. He hit that spot that had her crying out and zapping him so hard that a feral growl escaped his lips.
A smirk flashed across her face before pure ecstasy replaced it. She was so close, and with that first clench, her magic came to life. Her sparks danced wildly across her skin, and his shadows greeted them, swaying to their rhythm.
“Ros,” she said breathlessly, trying to keep her eyes trained on him. “I need this, always.”
Always.
One word held so much promise as their smells mixed, their magic danced, and their powers roared to spend every day side by side.
“Forever,” he answered, kissing her roughly.
Their kiss was broken by her guttural cry as she pulled tight before crashing around him. The grip she had, the relentless pulse around his cock, dragged his own release out of him, and they both cried out as he spilled into her. Their breaths were heavy as they stared into each other’s eyes, both flayed raw. His embers and her sparks danced and lit their path to something eternal.
35
Ellea
A prince of Hel was drying her hair. He was drying her hair after he’d thoroughly fucked—no. That was not fucking. After that beyond-special bedding, after they caught their breaths and whispered promises to each other, he carried her to the shower and cleaned every inch of her. She returned the favor and stopped herself from playing with her favorite thing, not wanting to break whatever spell they had cast.
Now she sat on the floor between his legs, reading a book that shouldn’t exist while the all-powerful demon witch dried her hair with his magic.
