Page 104 of The Demon Prince

Throwing her arms around his neck, she drew him closer to her neck. Holding the back of his head against her, she whispered, “Please.”

His teeth glinted in the light before he sank his teeth into her throat. And yes, this was what she wanted. This. This pain and pleasure mixing together as he started a pace that made every nerve ending in her body flare to life.

He slammed into her harder and harder, growling against her throat like she was being taken by an animal. His horns flashed in the moonlight, his red eyes glowing ever brighter. He was a demon, ruining an innocent on an island in the middle of the moors. His shallow huffs, mixed with grunts of pleasure, filled her senses. She could only think of him and how his broad back felt against her palms as she slid them down, leaving her own marks with her short nails.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he groaned against her neck. “You taste so good.”

And maybe it was madness. Maybe she had lost all sense, but Katherine leaned down and sank her own teeth into his shoulder.

A rush of blood coated her tongue and suddenly he lost all control. Gluttony plunged into her, in and out, shoving so hard that she felt the twinge of pain in her hip, but she didn’t care at all. He could hammer into her for hours and she wouldn’t complain.

He pressed his thumb into her clit, a little too firm, a little too hard, but then suddenly she was spinning out of existence. She clenched down on him, her orgasm hitting her so hard that she ground her teeth into his shoulder even harder.

He tossed his head back, and she felt him. She felt the pulse of his cock inside her and the warm rush of his release into her body. He pushed in one more time, a hard thrust that she swore she could feel in the back of her throat.

And then he held her. Shuddering. Hissing out long breaths as he tried to get himself under control, but she didn’t want control.

Liquid in his arms, she gathered up the back of his head and drew him down to the unmarked side of her neck. And with a shudder and a twitch of his cock inside her, Gluttony leaned down and feasted.

In his arms, she was both goddess and banquet. Katherine realized the power in that. Because the shuddering demon in her arms was hers and hers alone.

ChapterThirty-Eight

He hadn’t thought...

By the seven kingdoms, Gluttony had thought no one could stand to be in his presence, let alone allow him to touch them like he’d touched her. She held him tightly in her arms, holding him close to her heart as they both spiraled down from the madness that had claimed them.

He hadn’t even gotten her dress off, he realized. He should have laid her out on the moss, given her a fantasy night to remember, and made her dream of this evening for years to come.

Instead, he’d knelt on the ground and rutted her like an animal in his lap and she’d... enjoyed it? She’d liked it. He was certain of that. She’d whimpered in his ears with pleasure and he didn’t know how to take that.

It was still almost impossible for him to consider that she liked him. That she wanted to spend time with him, and him alone. She’d given him the greatest gift of her body and time, and here he was with his teeth still digging into her neck as her blood sluggishly pooled over his tongue.

Carefully, he eased his fangs out of her neck. At least he could remove those and make her a little more comfortable. With a soft lap of his tongue, he soothed the aching flesh that was bright red after he’d...

Damn it.

He wasn’t supposed to do that to her again, not when he’d nearly lost her yet again. He was supposed to be more gentle with her, be the man she needed, not the monster.

And yet, when he leaned away from her to skate his fingers over the wounds, she smiled at him like he’d lit up the sky.

“You are well?” he asked, tugging her dress up from her hips.

“I’m fine,” she said with a chuckle. “Better than fine.”

His brows must have creased in disbelief because she touched the wrinkles there. He was giving himself away a little too easily for his liking. Or maybe she just read him better than anyone else.

And he would not hide from her anymore. He would not pretend that he was a better man than he was, because he’d proven to her that he wasn’t.

Again, he touched his fingers to the wound at her neck, frowning at the twin marks there. “I should not continue to drink from you. It is too dangerous for us to do this.”

“I enjoy it.”

“I’m telling you, Kat, it’s too much of a risk. We need to be more careful with your life.”

What would he do without her? Flashes of returning to the loneliness that had nearly destroyed him made his stomach churn. He refused to go back to that darkness. Back to that life where he had drowned in that sadness. He couldn’t. Gluttony already knew what would happen to him if he returned to that life, and it was not a life of happiness like this one. He’d return to the darkness and this time... he might never return.

She held his hand in hers, cupping his fingers and squeezing them. “Listen to me, Gluttony. I enjoy it when you feed from me.”

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