Page 109 of The Demon Prince

She was so full, pulsing around him with hot, hungry squeezes echoing through her entire body. He moved his hand in and out, the slow glide of his movements so delicious and not nearly enough. He licked her ear, that long black tongue snaking down to coil around her neck. And she knew he was changing into his battle form. That demonic presence had always made her feel so hot and ready for him.

“What else do you want from me?” He loomed over her suddenly, his presence so much that it blotted out even the shadows behind him.

He was her personal darkness. Her nightmare that was hers to command if she so wished.

And she wished.

Like he’d unlocked some key inside her, she gripped his hand and squeezed his wrist. “Harder.”

He bared his fangs, the thin moonlight glinting off their tips. “And?”

“Bite me.”

“And?”

She let out a little frustrated mewl, arching into his touch. “I want to feel your hard cock inside me.”

“Oh,” he murmured, and she felt him moving behind her back as he drew her towel up over her hips.

When had he gotten his pants off? Because suddenly she felt him. Notched at her entrance and so hot he was almost boiling. The hard head of him nudged at her, pressing but never actually sliding deep inside her.

She pushed back against him, but he’d already locked her in place. With her leg stretched over his hip like that, she couldn’t move unless he let her. Unless she begged him to move and she was so close to doing that.

But then he pressed his finger down on her clit, gently massaging the small bud that ached so much for him. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she turned into a heaving puddle of woman in his arms until he finally, finally, whispered in her ear, “I want you so much it feels like dying.”

“Then fuck me, demon.”

“I intend to do just that. But first, I want to make you scream.”

With a swift, sudden movement, his finger circled her clit with the perfect pressure. The perfect tension. She was coiling, spiraling, spinning out of existence and came so hard that every muscle in her body clenched. At the same time, he pushed inside her with a hiss at the tension and oh.

Oh, she’d definitely never felt like this before.

The sudden fullness in her body at the same time as her orgasm made her come harder and longer than she had yet. Every fiber of her being unraveled as she came, and came, and came. She might have begged for mercy through some of it, as he shoved harder and deeper into her with every thrust.

His grunts echoed in her ears and when she came back to herself, he was pounding into her. Thunderous in his movements and growling in her ear before he sank his teeth into her neck.

She’d only had a few seconds of rest. Only a few seconds of being a real person again before she splintered into another blistering orgasm that was somehow even stronger than the first.

“Need you so much,” he snarled against her throat, gulping down mouthfuls of blood between the words. “Too quick. So sorry. Going to—”

The deep, guttural groan that followed those words lit up her entire world. She loved it when he lost control. She loved the long nights where he pet and stroked her body until she couldn’t formulate a single word, and she equally loved these quick sessions where both of them lost all sense until they unraveled in each other’s arms.

And as she caught her breath, certain she had died for a few minutes there, she listened to the soft sounds of his swallows until he yanked himself away from her neck.

Gluttony let her leg drop down, his hand smoothing over her hip as he made no attempt to withdraw from her. Long claws danced down her arms, and goosebumps rose at every one of his touches. She knew he loved to watch those appear.

“So responsive,” he murmured as he leaned up on his arm, staring down at her with a soft smile on his face. “You are lovely, pet. More than I ever dreamt of.”

“You are too kind, Gluttony.” She stroked her hands down his face, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head and for once, she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “When was the last time someone touched you with kindness?”

He turned his head into her palm and kissed the center. “Only you, sweet. Only you.”

And though it made her heart squeeze, it also made her feel a little special. He was her first, after all.

In a way, so was she for him.

ChapterForty

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