Page 64 of The Demon King's Destiny

Marrok continued his shallow thrusts, working his mate into a frenzy. Evelyn scratched and rocked against him, demanding more. Her eagerness was too much for him to deny and he plunged deeper until he was seated fully inside her constricted channel. She was so tight it was almost painful.

His demon spirit reached for her soul, merging them into one as Evelyn shouted his name. Her muscles clamped him in a vice-like grip. He tried to hold out, but he was no match for his mate’s convulsions.

With a roar, Marrok spilled inside her womb, driving into her again and again. His vision blurred as his cock pulsed with his climax. His spirit was so entrenched in her soul he’d surely never get it back.

Their throbbing releases were amplified by the merging of his spirit to hers. A minute passed while his demon coated himself in her essence. All demons could feel ecstasy in such a state. Marrok wondered how it felt to Evelyn.

Her back arched, reeling from the sensory overload. She’d yet to come down from her high. It was almost too much.

“What’s happening?” she breathed.

“It’s our souls touching.”

Evelyn felt like she was on fire, like the slightest movement would push her over again. “Please. Please do something.”

Marrok tried to reign in his spirit.

Evelyn’s head thrashed. “No! I need more!” she yelled.

When she surged her hips upward, he understood her demand. Letting go of his demon, Marrok used his thumb against her knot of nerves as he continued to stretch her with his still-hardened cock.

With his other hand, he held her face, forbidding her to look away. Delirious, drunk on the experience, he pounded into her unyielding heat. Her nails scored down his ribs, inciting him into a full-blown frenzy.

He watched in amazement as Evelyn’s skin reddened, her heart hammering as fast as his. Her lips parted. He was tempted to take her mouth but he didn’t want to miss seeing her like this. Mindless in lust. Totally at his mercy. Completely his.

Her sharp intake of air was the only sign she gave before her walls contracted, squeezing him forcefully. The rapture upon her face was the most erotic vision he’d ever beheld. Evelyn’s wide eyes and silent scream, coupled with her body’s spasms, yanked his own seed from his body, as though it was hers to control, hers to command.

A fissure opened in the hardened shell he’d built around his heart. The pain of it making the moment all the more devastating.

He collapsed on top of her, lying in a stupor. His demon purred so loud she could probably hear it. Finally sated, the spirit retreated fully into its rightful place deep inside Marrok.

He didn’t know if he could live without the witch who could so easily touch his soul. Whatever the future held, there was no going back now.

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