Page 61 of The Demon Prince

She moaned again, not trying to hide the sound this time as he licked his way up her collarbone to the twin punctures over her throbbing vein. He chased the tiny drops of blood that had leaked out and then closed his mouth around her again.

Katherine arched her back, pressing against him and her hands came down on his smooth skin.

It was vaguely like touching marble. A statue come to life. So smooth that nothing stopped her hands from gliding along his skin, seeking out her fill when she knew there would be no fill from this.

She wanted him with a ferocity that startled her. And there weren’t words to describe the way she wanted to claw her way out of her own skin to get to him. Or maybe she just wanted him to claw his way inside of her.

Her hands flexed against his back, drawing him closer, needing more. More than what he was giving her, and more than either of them had desired.

But he didn’t move, and she was impatient.

Katherine reached for his hand at her waist, twining their fingers together as she drew his hand up to her breast. They both groaned at the same time. Her into the air, him into her throat, and his fingers gently cupped the soft flesh there. He squeezed, then shifted ever closer to press his hips to hers.

The hard bar of his cock rubbed against her hip. She wanted to touch it, to grasp his heat in her hands, but then he used her own thumb to slide over her nipple and an electric bolt made her buck against him.

He chuckled, that tongue working its magic against her neck. He used her own hand to pleasure her, plumping her breast, pinching her nipples, all of it done by her own hand with his on top of her fingers. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Gluttony used her own body against her in so many ways. He played her like an instrument and made her sing with moans that she couldn’t stop making.

“Katherine,” he whispered against her neck.

And suddenly, he wasn’t there anymore. He was right in front of her, his lips pressed against her own.

His warm lips spread over hers, sweet and metallic with her blood, but the taste of him as well. And it speared right through her entire body.

She threw her arms around his neck, pressing herself to every inch of him that she could. It was perfect. It was wicked, and mad, and wrong, but she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything else.

He growled, and she swallowed the sound deep inside herself. She didn’t care anymore if he had been the one to attack those people. She didn’t care if everyone else thought she’d lost her mind.

Katherine wanted this man who held onto her with a grip like iron, but whose lips remained soft and plush as velvet.

He devoured her lips far rougher than he had her neck. His tongue coiled around hers, his teeth clashing against her own, devouring her whole and coating her entire mouth with the taste of her own blood.

“You are so sweet, Kat,” he muttered, pressing harder into her until she wondered if he was trying to crush her. “So sweet.”

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but nod and drag him down for another mind numbing kiss that turned her inside out. “More,” she finally bit out, and his answering growl did things to her that she hadn’t expected.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” The voice sliced through her conscious.

Immediately, Katherine tore her mouth away from Gluttony’s and stared up at him in horror. They both looked at each other, and she could see the blood smeared across his lips.

Hers must look like that, too.

Oh, by the gods, what had she done? What had possessed her to think this was a good idea to kiss a demon and then stand here with her blood all over her own mouth like this was normal?

“Is that why you’re keeping her around, then?” Gluttony’s brother laughed, but the sound wasn’t kind in the slightest. “Oh, well just keep her, brother. If you just wanted to fuck, you should have told me.”

“Envy,” Gluttony snarled, his lips curling up like the animal so many people claimed him to be.

And those fangs. Ah, they reminded her so much of why she shouldn’t be doing this.

“What?” Envy said, and she could hear his footsteps coming closer. “If I had known all this, then it wouldn’t have mattered. I appreciate you trying to save her delicate sensibilities, but what man could deny you a sweet haven for release?”

Nope. She was done.

Before she smacked him or he said something else stupid, like wondering if Gluttony would share, Katherine slipped out from underneath Gluttony’s arm.

She fled down the hall, not even pausing when she heard Gluttony’s heartbreaking voice say, “Katherine, wait—”

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