Page 38 of The Star's Sword

I felt his huge tip at my sore, swollen entrance, and my body buzzed everywhere in anticipation.

“Please, please, please,” I said, the sweat, tension and exhaustion mingling with the sheer hunger in me to finally come. My demon form felt the same as my human form, and everything he’d done still left its mark on me. “I can’t take any—”

He shoved into me, and an instant wave of pleasure so strong I would have fallen had I not been roped in place engulfed my sex as he filled me completely.

I felt my body stretch painfully to accommodate him, my sensitive G-spot rammed into his huge cock with no mercy, without him even needing to move.

I screamed at the sensation of such fullness, as his finger moved over my clit, teasing it and forcing me even higher into painful, wonderful tension.

Then, slowly, agonizingly, he pulled out, my entire body nearly crying at the loss of him. But before he was entirely out, he shoved back in, pushed up against me hard, and I finally came, my entire body convulsing so hard I wondered if I would die, as wave after wave moved over me, and I thrashed against the ropes holding me, which only served to grind me against his huge cock which was still in me, urging each wave of my orgasm higher.

“Gods, Sam. Sam!”

“I’m here,” he said, his hand coming under my stomach to gently stroke and hold me up from the ropes. “I’m here, you beautiful, incredibly frustrating woman.” He stayed inside me as I came around him, and then I heard him let out a curse as his cock jerked and orgasmed inside me, causing another wave of sparks to go off, another wave of orgasm to clench my body entirely with pure pleasure.

Plus the pure joy of knowing I could make him feel that good.

Gently, slowly he withdrew from me, and then I felt him lift me in his arms around the waist as the ropes disappeared, and he caught me fully before I could drop.

Holding me tightly against him, he walked over to the bed and sat down on it, rocking me as I gasped out my breaths, still so overwhelmed by what we’d done.

“Not too bad, was it?” he asked, brushing my hair back. He was back in usual incubus form, no longer rogue, and I’d taken my usual form as well. I had to focus hard to stay a demon, and as soon as my orgasm finished, I usually turned right back.

I grabbed onto his chest, digging my nails in, and snuggled against him as he held me close. “That was amazing. Every time is with you.” I cupped his cheek and looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Good,” he said, kissing the top of my head gently, then resting his lips there like he couldn’t bear to distance from me. His arms held me tightly. “You’re mine, Cleo. All mine. You always will be. No matter what.”

“Yes, always,” I said, holding him back.

“No matter what happens,” he said, somewhat darkly.

“I promise,” I said. “Always yours.”

I pushed away from him slightly to gesture to the bed. “Come on, let’s cuddle.”

With some insisting I managed to move us both into a more comfortable position on the bed. Spooning together with him holding me from behind.

I loved everything about the feel of lying there with him like that. His back against me, his heartbeat reassuring me that everything was okay.

As long as I had him, as long as he was alive and breathing, I didn’t care what else happened.

I just hoped we could get this whole ‘world-saving’ issue out of the way soon, and just be together like this always.

I couldn’t wait for that future to finally come.

14

“Wake up, princess,” a soft voice murmured, as I felt myself stirred out of the soft, silken sheets around me.

Samael held out my favorite breakfast of donuts, a human food, with a hot cup of coffee.

I sighed gratefully as I took them from him. My body still ached from the suspension the day before, but it was a wonderful kind of ache.

As always, he had come for me. As always, he cared.

As long as I had him, what more did I need?

Samael was extra protective as usual after an intense sexual experience the night before, helping me up, checking me over, going into the shower with me to check any cuts or bruises, which there were none.

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