Page 63 of The Demon King's Destiny

Marrok rose to his knees, watching Evelyn’s chest rise and fall in an increasing pace as he unbuttoned his shirt. She was wearing another flimsy nightgown, her pert nipples pushing out from under the silky material.

He flung his shirt aside, debating where to touch her first. He wanted to see all of her, to roam and taste every square inch of skin. Unbuckling his belt, he forced himself to look upon her face.

“Remove the gown,” he commanded.

Heat flicked Evelyn’s already too-warm body. His vocals coated her in their magic and she only wished she could have the same effect upon him. She’d imagine his reaction to their combined nakedness a thousand times.

Evelyn wondered what Marrok would think of her lack of underwear. She’d stopped going to bed with them since she’d created their woodland love nest in the hopes her actions could speak if she could not verbalize what she wanted.

Courageously, she sat up enough to lift the gown over her head. His sharp inhale made her feel powerful. Beautiful. He’d seen her breasts before, put his mouth on her most sensitive areas, but she’d never been completely naked with him.

Marrok halted his work removing his pants, taking the time to admire his mate. Mismatched eyes watched him intently. One thin brow, a shade darker than her hair, rose in challenge. Had Marrok and his demon not been so desperate for her calming touch, he would have laughed.

Evelyn’s dark red hair hung in loose waves, partially covering her chest. He didn’t want any part of her hidden from his view. Slowly, he reached for her locks, placing them behind her shoulders.

His knuckles grazed one rigid peak on their journey lower. He felt her abdominal wall tighten under his touch. Lower he went, listening to her breathing alter when he reached his destination. Gently, he rubbed and probed her cleft, growling when he found her already wet.

In the dream’s surreal lighting, Evelyn’s skin was glowing a tawny gold, reminding him of the treasure she was. Marrok inhaled, her intoxicating arousal was a call he could not resist.

His demon jumped to the surface. Before Evelyn could blink, he had his mouth on her, lapping up her sweet nectar. Her pants and moans had him licking at an increasing speed, demanding her release.

Evelyn whimpered and her temperature soared. Marrok was stoking a fire, driving her mad with need.

“Look at me,” his deep voice vibrated against her mound.

His eyes bled black and she knew she was seeing his demon spirit. She watched his sinful tongue lash furiously at the pinnacle of her sensitive folds while one finger gently pushed at her opening.

“Mine,” the guttural sound seared its magic against her core, filling her from the inside.

His demon spirit’s voice wrenched an immediate climax from Evelyn’s quaking body. Ripples of pleasure overtook her ability to move or think. Such was her bliss, she didn’t notice the probing of his blunt crown until her orgasm began to ebb away.

Marrok nudged his way between her folds, halting before he fully breached her entry. He waited until he had her full attention, giving her time to understand his intention. His arms shook from the power it took to hold back.

“Are you sure, Evelyn? Is this what you want?”

Take her, his demon demanded, readying to take control once again.

Marrok held back, waiting for his mate to make her choice. They may be in the dreamworld, but it would feel real. Their subdued bond would likely strengthen because he wouldn’t be able to halt his demon from fully merging with her soul. He doubted the dreamworld would have any effect on dampening the connection of their spirits.

“Yes.”

“The blood bond already connects us. My demon will want more once I’m inside you. He’ll want to merge with your soul while we are together in this way.”

“I want you, Marrok. Every part of you, and whatever comes with it. For you, I’ll accept it all.”

His throat felt tight, overcome with something he didn’t want to name. His demon hummed merrily, beyond delighted with Evelyn’s declaration.

Marrok hadn’t been inside a female in three years, not since he’d decided to keep Evelyn when she was eighteen. Worse, he hadn’t felt yearning for anyone the way he felt it for Evelyn. Had never felt such blind acceptance, not even when he’d been married.

He lowered his forehead to hers, breathing through the desire to plunge into her tight sheath and take her hard. Evelyn deserved more care than that.

Her small hands glided up his spine and gripped his hair. Lifting herself enough to reach him, she kissed him hungrily, like she was starving for his taste. Marrok lowered his weight, sliding his arms under her body. He rolled his hips forward.

He slid in easily the first few inches. Carefully, he retreated, thrusting forward again, mindful to work his way deeper without hurting her. Evelyn’s choked cry halted his movement.

“Are you—”

“Don’t stop!” she hissed, digging her fingernails into his back.

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