Page 46 of Demanding Discord
Her breath hitched, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then she leaned into my touch, and the space between us dissolved.
The kiss started soft—hesitant, testing—but it deepened like a spark catching tinder. I slid my hands up her arms, feeling the pulse of her magic beneath her skin. When she pressed closer, the world narrowed into nothing but warmth and heartbeat and need.
Hell itself could have crumbled around us, and I might not have noticed.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she whispered against my lips.
“I know.” I slid my fingers into her hair and pressed my forehead to hers. “You will always have me. I belong to you, Cinder. Now and forever.”
Her eyes shone in the moonlight, glistening with the beginnings of unshed tears, her stoic mask of High Priestess slipping away, raw vulnerability taking its place. The trauma she had endured in my realm would have crushed anyone else.
Yet here she stood, her hands clasped behind my neck, a symbol of beauty and power and determination unmatched by even the goddess herself.
I kissed her again, harder this time, with a ferociousness I could not control. A possessive growl rumbled in my chest, and her skin turned to gooseflesh at the sound. She pulled me closer, pressing her body against mine, making every fiber of my being ache with need.
I drank her in, reveling in the tightness of her embrace and the softness of her tongue. She slid her hands beneath my shirt, and the feel of her skin against mine made my entire body shudder. I yanked off the garment, tossing it onto the counter before continuing to explore her mouth with my tongue.
She ran her hands up my chest and then down my stomach until her fingers found the button on my pants. She popped it open and plunged her hand beneath the fabric, gripping my cock and stroking it as we kissed.
What little blood I had left in my head rushed to my groin, hardening me even more, and I moaned as she set every nerve in my body ablaze.
“I need you, Discord,” she said, pulling away and looking into my eyes as she unbuttoned her pants. “Now.”
“Then you shall have me.” I gripped her hips and turned her around to face the counter before working her clothing down her legs.
She leaned forward, jutting her backside toward me, giving me access to all her glory. Taking my cock in my hand, I rubbed the tip against her wet folds. The sensation sent a wave of electricity rocketing through my body, making it impossible to hold back.
I sank deep inside her, pulling her hips toward mine, filling her completely, and reveling in her gasp of pleasure. Stilling, I pressed into her, neither of us moving as we basked in the sensation of becoming one.
She tightened around me, squeezing me, and my dick twitched inside her. She groaned and ground her backside against me, tilting her hips left to right, up and down, before pulling away until only my tip remained inside her.
I slammed into her, thrusting hard, my rhythm increasing with each forceful pulse of my hips. She cried out, invoking both the goddess and my name as she climaxed, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
I continued thrusting, taking her as my own, over and over. Our breaths turned to pants, our magic pulsing between us, mingling and melding, increasing the strength of our bond. With three more thrusts, I found my release, spilling into her as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her waist.
We stayed there for a moment, our breathing slowing, our hearts returning to normal rates. I was loath to break our intimate union, yet I knew we couldn’t stay there forever. I pulled out, and she turned toward me, her gaze filled with so much passion, I nearly crumbled.
“I love you, Cinder Holland,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Discord, I…” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You don’t have to say it.” I brushed my thumb over her cheek. “Just know that I mean it.”
“I should. I do,” she whispered. “But the moment I say it out loud, it becomes real.”
I smiled slowly, warmth spreading through my body. “Then let it be real.”
“I…”
The moon’s faint glow filtering through the ceiling shifted. The garden, which had been silent and still moments ago, now shimmered with movement—leaves rustling without wind, branches cracking and growing, snaking across the roof in a tight lattice.
Cinder frowned and drew away from me, pulling up her pants. “Do you feel that?”
The hairs on my arms rose as I followed suit, the shifting energy growing palpable around us as we dressed. I crossed to the door, cracking it open to peer out. What had been a tangle of dying vines an hour ago now crawled with life, thorned stalks glistening like glass, their tips catching the faint orange of Hell’s sky. As they moved, they made a sound like whispering voices, just beyond hearing.
“Stay here,” I said as I stepped outside.
Cinder followed me out the door. “Those weren’t there before.”
