Page 81 of The Demon Prince

“Gluttony,” she gasped, the sound choked as she pressed the back of her wrist against her mouth. A scream built up in her as her inner muscles clenched, pulsed, ached for something more than just his tongue. But gods, it was thick. His fangs pressed against her outer lips, digging only slightly in and enough that she knew he had drawn more blood. Not enough to hurt, but enough to satisfy.

His deep groan vibrated through her clit and elongated the orgasm that pulsed into something almost like pain.

And when it finally subsided, she felt him withdraw. Limp in his arms, like she’d lost all the muscles in her body, she opened her eyes to stare up at him in shock.

That long, thick tongue licked the shine from his lips and he certainly did not appear to be a man who was satisfied. If anything, he appeared even more hungry.

His eyes were glowing. Bright red and terrifying, enough that a small part of her brain whispered she was looking into the gaze of a predator and she needed to be more careful. She should run screaming from the room, hide as soon as she could find a safe place.

But that prey part of her mind also knew that he would catch her. And another other part of her, the part that enjoyed a bit of danger, knew that when he did, it would be exquisite.

Still breathing hard, she licked her lips and watched him for any sort of reaction. He’d sat back on his haunches, her knees now draped around his hips and his hands still clutching her waist. Gluttony seemed frozen as he stared down at her.

“You still here?” she asked.

He nodded, although he didn’t really seem to hear her. “I have tasted nothing so divine as you. Forgive me for a moment, Katherine. I do not know what I will do next if I do not get control of myself.”

Oh, she didn’t want him to get control over himself. She didn’t want him to think and over-analyze and see too much into this moment because she had just seen what the gods saw every day and she wanted him to feel the same. She wanted to touch him, lick him, taste him just as he’d done for her.

And if he started to overthink this, then he would never let her. He’d hide himself away in his office for days on end while he tried to justify his actions to himself, when he didn’t have to justify anything at all.

This wasn’t supposed to be about her, after all. This was supposed to be about her reminding him that he was worthy and wanted and that his past did not define him.

“Lay down,” she said, removing her good leg from around his hips.

“What?”

“Lay down, Gluttony.”

Still dazed, clearly, he rolled onto his side. And the bed was so big they didn’t have to rearrange all that much for him to be reclining and for her to move over him. Her hair fell between them like a curtain as she moved to his side. She sat awkwardly on her bad hip as she ran her hand over his cheek. Gently smoothing her thumb over the wrinkles that had formed around his eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she crawled over him. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Katherine, I didn’t do that for you to—”

Shushing him with a finger over his lips, she hungrily stared down at his body. “That’s quite all right, Gluttony. I know you don’t do anything with the expectation for me to do anything in return. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

Those bright red eyes flashed again, and he sat straight up. Their faces were only a few inches apart. She moved to sit on his lap, but froze as he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. All those muscles, that pale skin, the rippling twinges that followed his movements. All of it was for her to touch.

And touch she did.

Katherine didn’t know if they’d ever do this again, and she was going to take advantage of every second that he gave her. With a soft sigh of pleasure, she planted her hands flat against the planes of his chest and pushed him back down. Her fingers danced over everything she could, digging into muscles and running over the warm skin that she’d thought would be cold or dead, like the rumors claimed. But no, Gluttony was warm and real and alive.

She leaned down and tasted him. Flicked her tongue over his nipple as he’d done to her, and his little arch against her, the grind that pressed his hot heat into hers, made her grin.

She knew what he wanted most, and it was the same thing she wanted. Desperately. Almost recklessly.

Katherine scooted back down his legs, taking her time to kiss and worship everything that she’d wanted to taste for so long. By the time her fingers played with the edges of his pants, he was panting and his eyes had bathed the entire room with a faint hue of red.

He watched her almost frantically as she curled her fingers in the waistband of his pants, giving it a slight tug before she loosened the ties. He didn’t say a word as she eased them down his lean hips. He bit his lips just before she glanced down to see his cock.

And gods, it was massive.

Granted, she’d only seen a few of them while bathing, so maybe this was rather normal sized. But she didn’t think the beast in front of her was normal at all.

He still hadn’t lost control. He only hissed as she wrapped her hand around him, tugging experimentally.

“You don’t have to,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “If you don’t want.”

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