Page 87 of The Demon King's Destiny

Marrok opened the door and swept them inside. The heavy wood swung shut on its own weight, closing with a loud click. As he reached for the lock, Evelyn’s mouth slammed into his, immersing him in a kiss contrived of pure longing.

Electricity shocked their systems, as it had in the dreamworld. Only, where before it was static charges dancing on their skin, now it was lightning bolts piercing deep, a hundred times more potent.

Evelyn gasped. Compared to the dreamworld, everything was now sharper, more concentrated. The way Marrok tasted. His scent. The heat radiating off his frame. They were an impossibly addictive combination.

She felt off-balanced. Drugged. Heat razed her body, setting her core ablaze and consuming her mind, driving her to a single purpose—to have her male inside her.

Marrok pressed Evelyn’s back to the door, tearing and ripping her long skirt while she fumbled to undo his belt. An easy tug tore her underwear. Using his body to pin her, he lifted both ofEvelyn’sarms above her head.

He kept one of his hands on her wrists and used the other to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. His fingertips played with her folds, finding her saturated. She tried to angle her hips enough to take him further into her body, crying out in frustration when he instead removed them.

“Even in reality, you’re so wet for me, so eager,” he praised, aligning the broad head of his shaft with her opening.

“Always,” she panted. Her tongue pushed into the cavity of his mouth, seeking connection to his.

“This will be fast,” Marrok warned before he plunged deep inside.

His mate was so tight, so warm. She squeezed him with such delicious pressure he might never retreat from it. Every time they made love in the dreamworld had been perfect, better than anything he’d ever experienced. Marrok had trouble believing anything could have felt better. The reality was far superior.

His demon reached for Evelyn, merging with her soul while Marrok drove inside her body. Her moans grew louder, spurring him to go faster. He sliced her shirt with his claws, exposing her firm breasts.

Pinching and pulling at one of her nipples, he sent her over. Her climax was hard and fast, matching his rhythm. Her wide eyes held his, luscious lips parted in a silent scream.

The sight of his mate’s face shrouded with ecstasy from what he was doing prompted a severe tingling at the base of his spine. Instead of fighting it, he pistoned himself in and out at demon-fast speed, craving the release he could only get from his female.

Marrok erupted inside her channel, groaning Evelyn’s name. His hips continued working, prolonging both their releases. He let go of her arms and they dropped to his shoulders in a loose embrace.

He spun them towards the bed, carefully lowering Evelyn to her back. Slowly, he withdrew. He removed her boots and stockings, then peeled away the remaining rags of her clothing.

Marrok stroked and kissed her skin as each mouthwatering inch of bronzed flesh was revealed. He wanted to touch as much of her as he could, from the top of her head down to her sexy little toes.

For two years, one of them would disappear shortly after their erotic sessions. This would be the first time he could hang on to her, to sleep beside her. He wanted to be gentle but the urge to take her ruthlessly was rising again.

Once she was completely bare, Marrok stood, taking in his fill of her supine form. Evelyn started to close her legs and he pushed her knees apart.

“No, I want to see you like this. I want to see what’s mine.”

His bold little mate spread her legs for him. Marrok’s fiery eyes held hers, then dropped lower. He stared at her cleft as he removed his own clothing. Their mixed fluids glistened on her mound and he growled in male satisfaction.

Unable to resist, he lowered himself to taste her honied elixir. His tongue stroked her sensitive skin and he hummed his approval.

“Nothing tastes like you,moj draga. Nothing. I’ll never get my fill.”

Evelyn’s hands went to his hair, pulling as she ground her hips into his face. His demon chuckled, loving her ardor. He sucked on her swollen pearl and she whimpered.

“Look at me.”

Evelyn opened her eyes.

“Say my name when you come,” his demon voice demanded, allowing its magic out.

Marrok pulled her hardened nub between his teeth and licked at it with the tip of his tongue. His thumb fondled her entrance, teasing her. He rubbed small circles and massaged her to orgasm.

“M-Marrok!” she shouted as she flew apart, undulating so frantically he had to hold her down by her thighs.

Once Evelyn’s spasming slowed, Marrok climbed onto the bed and entered her slowly. The electric feel between them hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Marrok unsheathed a single claw. Drawing it across his lower lip, as he had done two years ago in a dream. The shallow cut’s sting only added to his desire to taste her blood again.

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