Page 15 of My Indecent Valentine

“I want to see what you see from your point of view.”

“No.” Samite shakes his head firmly. He doesn’t ask me. “This is just for me,” he says. I eat it up with a spoon and lick my greedy chops. His attention is is so craveable.

Magleon doesn’t press, but he does throw out another request. “Throw her legs over your shoulders.” And he does. With my calves resting on his shoulders and my ankles hovering above his ears, he positions himself at my entrance. But then he pauses to give Magleon a wicked grin. “Do you want me to tell you what entering my wife feels like?”

“You know that I do,” Magleon says with an eager growl.

“She fits me in a way I couldn’t have expected. When she’s this wet, the glide into her feels almost like suction,” he says, and he pushes into me. My mouth falls open into a wordless gasp. “It takes every ounce of self-control to not come immediately,” he says with a sharp inhale. “I have to grip my toes and take deep breaths as I pump in and out, or I won’t last.”

I start rocking in time with him, and my head is spinning with how good it feels. Every time we’re together, it’s a marvel and a wonder.

“Keep talking,” Magleon prompts when Samite is quiet for too long, lost in his pleasure.

“She’s already starting to flutter,” he says. “It feels so incredible that my cock swells that extra little bit, and then the friction is just perfect, mind-blowing,” he pants. As he continues speaking, his words are peppered with grunts. “I can feel heat building inside her. She gets so warm. Her squeezing gets tighter, and this is when she loses control of her hips. Look at them. Sweet Mother, look how they move. She is perfection. Ah, look here.” He reaches to swipe his thumb over the divet of my collarbone. “Little beads of sweat start to form here when she’s getting close. It’s my warning sign. If I want to draw things out, I have to slow down. If I want her to come screaming, I need to drive harder and slap against her until her tits are bouncing.”

“Screaming,” Magleon says softly, like he’s making a wish.

Samite’s hips become pistons, and he drives into me so hard every part of me is bouncing, including my tits. I’m slick with sweat and my face has to be as red as ever, and I don’t care. All the windows in the world could be open with every eye on me, and I would love it because I am a queen being fucked by a god. And each slap of his body against mine draws heat to the surface, a pull more powerful than gravity. Magma rises hot and spreads through my body. His thumb rubs at my already swollen clit, and I explode. I scream his name, even as he keeps pounding into me. My name comes tumbling out of his mouth next, but it’s a strangled shout followed by a spasm of short bursts as Samite races across his own finish line. He pitches forward, catching himself with a locked arm on the bed.

Stars burst in my vision, and my legs slide from his shoulders. Everywhere I rub against myself, I’m slick and hot.

Samite is panting as he pulls himself up to stand. I’m breathlessly admiring the blissful sight of my post-coital husband when Magleon grabs him by the shoulder, spins him around, and kisses him with a hungry growl.

I’m stunned. The black-horned demon who towers over my husband claims lips that belong to me. Fury spikes, and I spring to sitting full upright. But the moment passes too quickly for anything else. A brief pressing of lips and they're already pulling away. Magleon steps back with a mumbled apology, Samite stumbles back, a bewildered look on his face.

“I think I was madly in love with you for a very long time,” Magleon says. There are tears in his eyes and a hitch in his voice. “I should have told you before you disappeared. I loved you, Samite. I loved you for half my life. I have to know, did you ever love me?”

Samite’s eyes are wide and uncertain as he looks from me to Magleon and back to me. I know his answer already. I see it in the blue flame. He did, not in the same way Magleon loved him, but in the sharp clarity of this fucking awful blue flame, I know that there was a seed of affection, a spring of love that could have grow into more. Samite could have fallen for Magleon, and they could have had a life together built on a foundation of passion, shared interests, and a decade of friendship. Instead, he has me. Am I a poor replacement? A consolation prize?

“He loved you once, but not anymore,” I snap the words, wanting to scream them, wishing I could say he never loved anyone but me. At least this much is true, "not anymore."

Magleon’s head falls into a soft nod. He rubs at his chest. “There’s been a nail in my heart since the day you left, my friend. Now it’s out,” he says on a heavy breath. “Now it is finally out.” Then Magleon, the giant demon with sweeping black horns, delicately dabs at the corners of his tear-rimmed eyes and turns to walk away, leaving us alone on the platform.

Samite turns to me, and there’s a glassy sheen in his eyes.

“Do you regret me?” The question tumbles out of my mouth. Now that he knows what he could have had, does he wish he’d never met me?

Samite leaps onto the ottoman, cages me with his body, and crushes me flat. “No, Sofia. No! I could never regret you. You have to believe me.” We’re practically nose to nose, and there’s a wild look in his eye and a bitterly sour taste on my tongue. I nearly retch until the meaning of it becomes clear. I know what I’m tasting. Fear.

“You’re scared to lose me,” I whisper, slightly awed by the experience of having my tongue tell me things I couldn't know otherwise, aided of course by the blue flame.

“Yes.” He buries his face into my neck. “I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Sofia, and it terrifies me. Since our wedding night, it’s become this constant thing. It distracts me during the day and haunts my dreams at night, and no matter what I do, I can’t shake it,” he says, and there’s a trembling hitch in his voice. "Losing you, is the worst thing I can imagine."

Since our wedding? That’s too long of a time to be afraid. I’ve thought of his confidence as a steady and unshakable rock all this time. How did I not notice? And why didn’t he tell me? I want to ask, but there is something else I need to do first.

I nudge him until his head lifts. Then I grab his chin. “Your lips are mine,” I say in my most steely voice.

“Yes.” He nods fervently. “I’m sorry for that. It will never happen again.”

“You are mine.” Magleon touched me far more than him, but he never wanted me.

“Always. All of me, my precious wife. I am yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“You are my demon.” I will hammer this one point until I am satisfied.

“And you are my demoness.” He claims my mouth in a passionate kiss, his teeth clashing against mine.

When we come up for air a few moments later, we hear the sounds of gentle weeping, and we both look. Magleon is with his partners. They’ve congregated around him. One of the demonesses peppers his face with kisses. The orc shakes with gentle sobs. All four of them pull together into a tight and clinging circle. They shudder and sob and lean into the crooks of each other’s necks.

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