Page 79 of The Demon Prince

He needed her. Just as she needed him.

A slow breath steadied him as he took the few remaining steps between them and stopped just before her. His clothing brushed against her skin and he saw another wave of goosebumps erupt all over her body.

“I want to do this right,” he whispered, leaning down until he could skate his lips over her shoulder and up to her neck. He blew on her, a cold breeze that pebbled her nipples against him. “I want you to be barely able to stand when I’m finished with you.”

She shuddered again, her breath coming out in a ragged little sound that turned his whole body to liquid fire. “Yes.”

“You deserve someone gentle. Someone who will guide you into this new realm of pleasure and passion.” He lifted his hand and was ashamed to see his claws had already erupted out of the tips. “But I am not gentle, pet. I am not the man to guide you with soft kisses and slow touches.”

Carefully, he circled her throat with all those claws, grasping onto her neck a little too tight and stealing her breath away.

Katherine gasped, likely feeling the way he could end her life with just a simple twist of his wrist. But then she leaned into him, her leg rising between them to brush against his hard, throbbing cock. “Do your worst, Gluttony. I want you in any way you will give yourself to me.”

And though it went against every instinct, he wanted that. Oh, he wanted to feel her lose herself around him and he would have it. No matter how much self control it took.

A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest as he scooped her up. One hand around her throat, the other around her waist. He twisted them both and walked her to the bed. With a swift movement, he tossed her onto the sheets and followed her down.

The softness of the mattress helped to dampen his weight as he shifted on top of her, grinding himself against her core for the mere moment he was given before he focused on her once again.

She’d never done this, he reminded himself. He could not fall upon her like a rabid animal, no matter how easily she arched up into him or what kind of moans escaped her mouth.

He chased the sound, plunging his tongue into her mouth so he could taste her. So he could feel the moans in his own throat as he cupped her breast with his free hand. She was so soft, so plush, so giving as he flicked her nipple with a sharp point of his nail.

She met his every move with ease. Coiling her body, turning into him and groaning against his touch. Her good leg came up and wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer so she could press herself against him. And he knew what she needed. What she wanted.

But his hands were claws and he couldn’t touch her like this. He’d shred through her delicate, freckled skin and even though the thought of it was near enough to send him into a frenzy, he would not ruin this moment for either of them.

This was the first time he had the opportunity to taste her, and he intended to do so.

Sliding down her body, Gluttony took his time to lave her neck with his tongue, tasting the faintest hint of her soap. He chased a droplet of water that ran from her hair and between the mounds of her breasts. He got a little distracted there, because he wanted to taste the pink tips of her breasts before he did anything else.

She arched into him as he coiled his tongue around her nipple, and he let out a little growl as she raked her hands up his back.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Gluttony, please.”

She didn’t know what she was asking for, he had to assume, but that only made this moment all the sweeter. This was his time to show her just how much she should want to stay with him.

So he continued, pressing kisses to her stomach and leaving little red bite marks in his wake. She seemed to move of her own accord, struggling to get closer to his touch. But she wouldn’t convince him to go faster, not when she needed to be teased. Tormented.

Devoured.

He pressed his hand flat to the softness between her hips, holding her down so she couldn’t buck up against him. Gluttony had to ignore the sudden pain in his cock as he caught the first scent of her.

But oh, the first taste would be infinitely better.

“Katherine?” he said, nudging her good leg to the side with his shoulder. “Look at me.”

She glanced down at him, her bright red face revealed between the heaving mounds of her breasts. She looked divine, staring down at him, her eyes wide and her breath already catching in her chest. “Why?”

“Because I want you to watch.”

He felt a strange shift in his body. Gluttony had always heard of a battle form and he’d seen his own, which was as monstrous as Wrath when he fought. But he had never experienced his battle form coming out when he was lost in the throes of pleasure.

He felt his body erring toward that madness, and when he opened his mouth, his tongue was infinitely longer. With one long lick, he drew that very long tongue up her slit.

And the taste of her. It nearly unmanned him.

Gluttony ground himself against the soft mattress, his eyes rolling back in his head as he heard her moan. He felt, more than saw, her flop onto her back as though she couldn’t keep herself upright. And he couldn’t stop himself from tasting her.

---