Page 108 of The Demon Prince

She backed him toward the bed, fully aware that he was allowing her to move him around to where she wanted him. But it still gave her a sense of control. Of power.

So when his knees hit the bed, she pressed her hand to the center of his chest and pushed. “You may call it my pussy.”

“Sounds rather cat-like.” Obediently, he fell onto his back, bouncing until she crawled on top of him. “I have better words.”

“Do you now?”

He caught the back of her neck and jerked her down on top of him. With a nip at her ear, he murmured, “Warm. Wet.” Another nip that sent a trail of gooseflesh down her spine. “Mine.”

“These are good words.” Goodness, was she already breathless? He did things that startled her every time they were together. Even now, with his cock pressed against her belly and all those hard slabs of muscle at her disposal, she wasn’t quite certain what to do.

She wanted all of it. All of him. Every inch of his body against hers and she didn’t know what to ask for.

But her man certainly did. He knew what he wanted from her, how he wanted it, and how he was going to take it. Gluttony curved around her, dragging them until they were both lying on their sides, her back to his front. Her bad leg beneath her, she had a lot more mobility this way. And he proved just how much mobility she had.

Leaning over her, he breathed into her ear, “I have words for you to say as well, Katherine.”

“Oh?” She had a hard time focusing when his hand opened the front of her towel. Icy air played over her chest, tightening her nipples to painful points long before he closed his fingers over them.

“I want you to tell me exactly how you feel.” His deep voice made her body react in ways she’d hadn’t expected. Just the sensation of him wrapped around her, with only his fingers playing at the tips of her breasts. It was... enthralling. “I want to hear you describe what you want me to do, and how you want me to do it.”

She whimpered. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You can.”

“But I’m—” What if she was terrible at it? What if she voiced it in a way that made him feel like she was too inexperienced or that she wasn’t... good enough?

“Stop thinking so much, love.” His fingers twisted and that blissful bloom of pain was everything she needed to focus on him and him alone. “Or perhaps you would like me to tell you what I want to hear? Just this first time. We’ll do it together.”

Frantically, she nodded, needing him to tell her what she could do to make this better for him. Anything, she would do anything.

His hand slid from her breast down to her stomach, and the smooth glide made every muscle in her body clench as she waited to see what he would do. Knowing that it would feel good but also anticipating what would come.

Gluttony touched her so lightly between her legs that she almost didn’t feel him. Just the faintest, feather light touch. “Your pussy,” he said, amusement tinging his words a little lighter. “I want you to tell me how badly you need me to touch you here. How wet you are at just the thought. Are you wet for me, love?”

She frantically nodded because she could already feel the slickness.

He hummed low, and the sound made all the hairs on her arms stand up straight. “Let’s see, shall we?”

Gluttony cupped her thigh and stretched her leg up, exposing her to the cold air even as he draped her leg over his hip. It left her open, slightly tilted into him as his hand moved back to play with her. “Ah, yes, pet, you are so wet for me.”

He toyed with her clit, those light, feathering touches driving her insane. She wanted more from him. Needed more. And even as she tried to rock against his hand, she knew he already had her trapped. He was in control, no matter how much she wriggled against him.

“What do you want?” he asked. “Or do you want me to tell you what you want?”

He didn’t know what she wanted. Or maybe he did. But if he did, then why wasn’t he doing it?

Katherine made a sound like his growls. “I know what I want, Gluttony.”

“Then tell me.”

Damn it, the words stuck like they always did. But this time she would not be bested by her body freezing. Grinding her teeth, she bit out, “I want your fingers inside me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his lips ghosting over her temple right before he sank two thick fingers deep inside her.

And oh.

Oh.

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