Page 13 of Paramour of Sin
His brow furrowed, but his hands didn’t pause in their pursuit to remove my clothes. “She knows better than that.” He tugged the fabric from my hips, exposing my black boxer briefs. “She also didn’t report the kills.”
“Because they were alive after she fed from them.”
“I see.” He finished pulling the pants from my legs and hooked his thumbs into my boxers. “She has no reason to lie, apart from potential punishment. But I doubt that would stop her either. She’s too honest to hide such a thing.”
“Yes,” I agreed, my grip tightening as he freed my cock. The silky fabric whispered down my thighs, causing my balls to tighten in anticipation.
Fuck, I needed this. I neededhim.
No, I needed Guinevere.
Or maybe both of them.
“You mentioned the need for my help,” Zane said, his breath hot against my shaft as he reminded me of the purpose of his visit. “How would you like me to guide our young Guinevere?”
“I need you to supervise her feedings.” I swallowed as he swirled his tongue along the head of my dick. “Just while I determine the true cause of death.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, agreeing as he drew me deeper into his mouth. His silver-blue irises swirled with sin as he held my gaze, his incubus soul greedily feeding off the lust in my aura.
This was why it worked between us.
I took from him what I wanted.
And I paid him with my strength and vigor.
We would lose ourselves for hours in the silky black sheets of my bed, never growing tired, and he would accept every thrust with an eagerness that rivaled his yearning now. Never ending pleasure. A whirlpool of ecstasy. All mine for the taking.
Yet, Guinevere remained heavy on my mind.
I could picture her soft auburn hair spilling across my pillow. Her plump lips begging for my mouth, my teeth, mycock.
Fuck, I wanted her.
I envisioned her bow from earlier, her graceful fall to her knees as she welcomed me with the reverence due to my position.
Just like Zane had.
Only he’d done it as a taunt.
She had meant her submission. She would do whatever I demanded, including swallow every inch of my shaft—just like Zane was doing now—and her cerulean irises would glow with satisfaction while she did it.
I groaned at the thought, her face embedded into my vision.
This obsession with her was unhealthy and wrong.
She relied on me to protect her, which I did, but only because of how badly I wanted to fuck her. Claim her.Markher.
It’d been so easy with Amarella. I’d taken her without a single thought to her sanity or future. She was a succubus, her existence thriving with lust, just like Guinevere. But I’d been naive then, unaware of how my trust could be thwarted and morphed into unspeakable betrayal.
I wouldn’t risk it with Guinevere.
I couldn’t.
Zane growled, the sound vibrating my sensitive skin and urging me onward while reminding me who sucked me off. The blue in his irises had melted into sterling silver, giving him a dangerous edge. Demons innately feared silver as it could kill us. But that liquid metal in his gaze only intrigued me more, especially now as his pupils pulsated with his mounting hunger.
He needed me to come.
And he wanted me to know it washimbringing me to completion.
