Page 91 of The Demon Prince

She hadn’t even done that to herself. Katherine hadn’t realized an orgasm could go on that long. Or had it been two? Had he somehow tied orgasms together into a long knot that refused to uncoil until he touched it like he’d massaged the rest of her body?

Finally, she looked down where he still crouched between her legs. And the sight was obscene. He looked like an animal hunting its prey, those red eyes glowing and casting shadows all around him. His long tongue coiled around his lips the moment he caught her gaze, as it licked at the shimmering remains of her pleasure.

But above all else, her eyes widened as she realized he had changed in between her legs. Reaching down, she gently touched the tip of her finger to the horns that had sprouted out of his forehead. Long and coiling, they looked like an antelope’s horns. Twisting just slightly around themselves, and sharp at the tips.

“What are these?” she asked, her voice a little raspy from all the screaming. “They’re new.”

“Envy said they might happen. The closer we get to madness, the more our battle forms come to light.” Gluttony closed his eyes for a moment, wearing an expression of pain, before he looked back at her. “If they frighten you, please tell me. I will do my best to prevent them from...”

He didn’t seem capable of finishing the sentence and she didn’t think she wanted him to. “I like them well enough.” She stroked a finger down one again, watching as he shuddered at her touch. “Nothing about you scares me, Gluttony. No matter what happens to you.”

“You should fear me, at least a little. I am a demon, after all.”

“Oh,” she whispered, grasping his horn firmly and yanking him up to her. “But you are my demon. And I couldn’t possibly fear you.”

She kissed him, coiling their tongues together as she tasted herself on his lips. The earthy, musky taste made her want to touch him. To feel him. To know what it would be like if he sank deep between her folds. She wanted so much from him that it should frighten her and yet, it didn’t.

Katherine couldn’t be frightened of anything that came with this man. No matter how strange or otherworldly he seemed, he was still hers.

And hers alone.

Gluttony groaned deep in his throat, his fingers coming up to yank at her hair. He tilted her until he could skate his lips down her throat, and the twin tips of his fangs dragged down the long length.

She let out a little moan and moved to give him even more access. It was depraved how much she wanted him to bite her again, but she wanted it.

It didn’t matter in the slightest that she’d just been taken to his brother’s kingdom to heal from their little enjoyments. She didn’t care that she’d nearly died because he could have drained her dry. Right now, there was a clenching between her thighs at the mere thought of him dragging her closer and sinking his fangs into her neck.

She wanted to know that a part of herself was in him. And maybe that was wrong or strange or beyond anyone else’s understanding, but she had come to crave... this. Whatever this was between them.

“I shouldn’t,” he murmured against her throat. “I could hurt you so easily.”

“Or you could enjoy yourself and stop when you know you have to.” She pressed her palm to the back of his head, holding him against her. The silhouette of his horns filled her gaze and oh, she was being devoured by a demon and she didn’t even care. “I trust you.”

“I don’t.” The broken whisper fanned across her neck before he pressed a closed mouth kiss to her pulse. “I don’t trust myself at all, Kat.”

It broke her heart to know that things had changed so much between them. He didn’t want to risk her health, but that meant... that meant...

He rose from the bed, standing right at eye level and all her thoughts scattered. She could see how hard he was. Impossibly long, and thick, and she’d forgotten that her immediate thought the first time she’d seen him was, how am I going to fit that all inside me?

But she’d taken him into her mouth and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t try to fit him into other places.

“If you don’t want to feed—” She let her words trail off meaningfully as she stared at what she really wanted. She wanted to taste him, to tongue him, to slide him deep inside her, where she wouldn’t know where he started and where she ended.

Her eyes widened as he reached down and fisted his length through his pants. “Is this what you want, pet?”

She licked her lips, unsure if she could respond to that. What would another, more wanton woman say in this situation? “Yes.”

“How do you want it?”

“Whatever way you will give it to me.” And it was so wicked of her to admit the truth, but she wanted him inside her in whatever way she could have.

His hand moved languidly up and down, outlining the impressive appendage that would surely wreck her. “You have to earn it, then. You have to show me you are well and healthy. Prove you’re taking care of yourself first. You hear me, pet?”

She nodded frantically, but she would have agreed to anything he said. “I am well and healthy. I’ve had a week’s worth of potions poured into me for too many days. I am healthy enough for this, Gluttony.”

His hand paused at the head of his cock, squeezing hard once before he released it. “That has yet to be seen.”

“What?” she squawked as he walked away from her.

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