Page 61 of Vipers and Vendettas
But I don’t. Instead, I surge forward and seal my lips over his. I see his eyes widen for a split second, and then his body is on top of mine on my narrow bed.
Our need for each other is like a tsunami washing over us both. My hands run over his muscles, gripping him as he does the same to me.
‘Now,’ I whimper. ‘No more waiting. No more playing!’
We grapple for a moment, but the bed creaks and suddenly breaks from the weight of his demon body with a jolt that sends me tumbling down.
Julian stops me from hitting the floor, and he snarls a curse as he picks me up and carries me out of the fold. We appear in his closet, and he doesn’t waste even a second, striding out and lowering me to his bed. He looks his fill of me for a moment before he dives toward me, bending my knees and settling between them.
He’s careful not to put his weight on my stomach, but he’s taking too long. I want to feel him inside me. I need it.
I try the same move I used with Axel, and he looks startled for a second before he laughs loudly, pushing me back down to where I was under him.
‘No, pet,’ he snarls, ‘I want your tight little body beneath me. You bend tomywill inmybed!’
Holy shit, that’s hot!
He kisses me fiercely, and I kiss him back, whimpering and begging for him to fill me. His fingers find my sensitive clit, and he pinches it, making me squeal, but he enters me gently and pauses, letting me get used to the size of him. I brace myself for a brutal fucking, but instead, his movements are slow and sensual. His hips move gently. His movements are careful.
The intimacy of it has our gazes locked, and my eyes searching his in confusion. He changes his angle, bringing our faces closer, and I let out a harsh breath.
‘Do you like that, female?’ he snarls, his eyes going black.
‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘More.’
He grins. ‘As you wish.’
His movements don’t change, but the feeling of him inside me does. He’s suddenly thicker andwarmer, and something thinnerand ridgedprods at my ass.
I stiffen as it enters me there as well, filling both channels simultaneously.
I squeal into his chest, holding my legs wider so I can take him deeper.
He grunts as he begins to move quicker, and I close my eyes, feeling another orgasm closing in.
‘Please,’ I beg as it builds. ‘Please.’
I see his dark grin at my words, and he pushes into me hard, roaring loudly and gutturally as he throws his head back, and I feel his hot seed shoot into me, on and on, until I feel filled with it, and that makes me come again, crying out his name as I rock against him.
He waits for my pleasure to ebb before he collapses on top of me, rolling off before he can crush me.
I’m left staring at the dark canopy of his bed, trying to catch my breath, not sure what just happened, only that I needed it, needed him, with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
I cringe as I think of how I begged him, how I followed his orders like a good little slave. I flinch at the thought. I escaped being the fae’s possession, and now I’ve become a demon’s. My heart sinks.
I look over at him and find him watching me.
I realize I don’t feel him, and I frown. I’ve felt all the others when we’ve had sex, but not Maddox, and I’m disappointed. I want to know what goes on behind that stoic façade.
He absently touches his chest. ‘Krase said I’d feel you here,’ he mutters, ‘but I don’t think I believed him until now.’
So he feels me, but I can’t feel him. I scowl. That’s not fair.
He frowns. ‘You feel better physically, but you’re upset. Why?’
Understanding dawns in his eyes as he speaks, and it makes me feel even more exposed than I did when he walked in on me. I try to push the connection away, but there’s nothing there. I can’t stop him from sensing me.
I sit up and let out a tiny sound of discomfort when I feel the copious amounts of his seed ooze out of me.
