Page 82 of The Demon Prince

“What I want, Gluttony, is for you to shut up and tell me how to do this right.” She leaned down and flicked the pink tip with her tongue. Just to see what he tasted like.

His thighs clenched. The hard muscles pressed against her sides as she met his gaze and did the same thing again. She licked that tiny bead of glistening liquid at the tip, the taste of salt flooding her tongue. But still, he was too controlled. Too much in his head.

If he would not tell her how to do this, then she’d do whatever she pleased. Katherine flattened her hand against his stomach as he’d done to her. His abs flexed against her fingertips and he shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head. So she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth.

Katherine had no idea if she was doing this right. All she knew was that when she swirled her tongue underneath the head of him, he let out a groan that rivaled the sounds he’d made between her thighs. And when she sucked a little harder, drawing him deeper into her mouth, he bucked just slightly.

She wanted more. Needed more. Desired for him to lose all control.

Wrapping her hand around him, she squeezed a little harder, working him with her hand and mouth as her free hand reached below. Cupping him, using her fingers to stroke whatever she could, she froze when the sound that came out of him was close to pain.

And then she felt claws stroking through her hair until he had the mass wrapped around his fist. Using her hair like a leash, he jerked her away from his cock.

There it was.

The red light flashed out of his eyes and his fangs had somehow elongated. He licked his lips, that long black tongue sending a rush of liquid between her legs. He touched her lips with his other hand, and she knew they must be red and swollen already. “You look pretty like this,” he growled. “Tighter, pet. Use your tongue more.”

And she was all too eager to comply, even if she wasn’t sure of the reasoning. Why did she suddenly want to please him and have him tell her that she’d done a good job? She’d never cared what someone thought more than she cared right now. She needed... No, she wanted...

Gluttony guided her back down, and this time she used both hands. Holding him tight and licking up the side of the shaft while watching for his approval. His nostrils flared, his gaze darted between the sight of himself sinking between her lips and her ass raised up behind her as she bent down to worship him. He watched everything.

She slid her lips down his cock, kissing and sucking until she finally took him deep into her throat. She swirled her tongue again, as he’d seemed to like, holding him tighter in her hands as his deep groans filled the room.

She’d thought he would be quiet. That he would stoically lie there while she had made all the noise she couldn’t keep in. But she’d been wrong. Gluttony held back nothing, his deep voice never ending.

“That’s it, pet,” he growled. “Take me deeper. Deeper, if you can. That’s it. Good girl. That’s so perfect.”

And when he grabbed her hand, drawing it back between his legs and lower to the sack between, she knew exactly what he wanted. She toyed with him, played with him, enjoyed it immensely even as he tensed. His lower back arched, his thighs were suddenly rock hard on either side of her as he bucked into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat a little hard, but she didn’t care.

She took him as deep as she could until she felt him shudder. Felt the sudden flex of his entire body as he pushed into her convulsing throat. Then a pulse and a flood of his cum that poured down her throat.

And she swallowed as much as she could. Drinking him down until he gently pulled her away by her hair.

She watched him, licking her lips to make sure she was cleaned up. And still, he stared at her. His eyes were soft and his features relaxed in a rare expression that made her heart thud a little harder.

“Kat,” he whispered, shaking his head, and then a brilliant smile lit up his entire face. “I fear you will break me, woman.”

She grinned back. “Just returning the favor.”

“And what favor was that? Trying to kill me?”

“I do believe they call it the ‘little death’ for a good reason.” Crawling up to his chest, she laid down on top of him. “I know we have to face the real world soon enough, but... Do you mind if we stay like this? At least for a little while longer?”

His arms curled around her, holding her tightly to his still rapidly beating heart. “Of course, pet. Of course.”

She knew they’d need to talk about this. What it meant, how it changed things, what was going to happen from now on, but she wanted to bask in him for a little longer.

ChapterThirty

Gluttony had never been so happy. He hadn’t thought it was possible to feel like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. After all, it had been there since he’d taken mortal form.

But the incredible woman who now shared his bed had proven to him time and time again that he was so very wrong. Instead, she had gifted him with all the things he’d never hoped to dream of. She had stayed the night in a bed with him. She’d given him every reason to fall in love with her. And now he.... Well, he rather thought that he might be.

Gluttony knew these were dangerous thoughts. He knew he couldn’t keep thinking she would stay. No one ever had before her, and it certainly would not change just because he had bedded her, but... He could hope.

He filled his day with thoughts of what it would be like if she did stay. How they would be together every day. How he would surround himself with her scent and the lingering sense of her touch.

How light his home would suddenly be.

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