Page 33 of My Demon Desire
He slides one finger inside me, teasing and playing until I'm panting and wild with need.
He moves his finger in a circular motion, his thumb pressing against my clit, and heat rushes through my body. I moan, everything in me tightening as I arch against him. His fingers bring me to the brink, and when I'm about to burst, he slides another finger in and I cry out in pleasure, my body trembling and quaking with pleasure as I come undone. But it's not enough. I want him inside me. I buck my hips, rubbing myself against his hand.
"Greedy, aren't you?" He laughs, a deep throaty sound that has me wanting him to talk more like this with him inside me.
"Please," I beg, feeling like I'm on the cusp of a huge orgasm.
He hoists me up. "Grab ahold of my horns."
I do so and he shudders underneath me. Then he lowers me onto his cock, and I gasp. Only the tip is in me and I feel stretched and full. My body clamps down on him and I shiver with pleasure cascading over me.
Slowly, I lower down a fraction and he growls in a way that has me pushing down a bit more.
"Fuck," he pants out. "I can't control—"
"Then don't." I ease down a fraction more, but he's so big, pain and pleasure stretching me beyond my limits.
His fingers dig into my ass like he's trying to hold back.
I stroke his horns, knowing by his reactions earlier that these are some kind of erogenous zones.
He lets out a roar that should scare the shit out of me, but it only excites me more. His hand snaps onto my throat. For half a breath I freeze, remembering how he nearly choked me to death when we first met.
Then his other hand strokes my clit and a moan glides from my lips.
He pounds into me and the fact I'm driving him as wild as he is me is exhilarating. The water splashes around us and I scream as his cock shoves all the way inside me.
His hand on my throat tightens, partially cutting off my air, but it only makes pleasure jolt through me. My breaths become ragged gasps as wave after wave of climax builds inside of me.
My muscles clench around him, each stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I'm screaming out his name.
He kisses me so hard, swallowing up my cries, and taking my air.
Everything tightens as an orgasm hits and I grab his horns harder and he roars. My body shudders and my breasts bounce as he pounds into me over and over until I'm coming again.
He grits his teeth and holds me tight, thrusting in and out of me and feeling like he's getting even bigger down there.
With a final pump, his body slackens and we collapse into each other, the ripples from our splashing calming down around us.
We stay there with him still inside me for a while with me trying to recover, sucking in air as much as I can.
Not until the aftershocks of my orgasm subside does Thorne pull out of me. A pleased and satisfied smirk on his face and I can't help but smile back.
He presses his lips to mine. "I'll let you relax and wash," he murmurs. "If you need me, I'll be right outside."
"You're going?" I ask, feeling my lips dip into a pout.
"Don't worry. We can do this again later, but if I don't leave now, I will fuck your ass until you can't walk, and right now, you'll be too sore."
"I'm not a virgin. I mean I've had sex before."
"Not with a fae you haven't." He winks. "Trust me, you're sore. The water helps with the pain. You need to get clean and eat before the ritual."
He climbs out of the water and I gawk at his firm, toned ass. After drying off, he dresses in black pants and bare-chested, steps out into the cold.
Finding a sliver of soap I wash, then reluctantly get out.
A heavy ache fills me down where we had sex and I debate getting back in the water. But it's not fair for Thorne to be out in the cold while I delay.
