Page 80 of The Demon Mark

Multiple times a day.

As he withdrew and slowly pushed back inside her, he groaned along with her at the sensation. Because this slow pace was killing them both.

Until her hands came down on his ass again, and she moved him for the two of them. She forced him to set a pace that both of them would like. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. All he could do was please her, and pray that he didn’t embarrass himself.

Rolling his hips, he hooked an arm underneath her leg and lifted. He hit deeper inside her, a little harder, forcing them both to endure the vise like grip she had on him.

“Oh my god,” she said, her mouth falling open even as her eyes squeezed shut a little harder. “I’m going to... Envy...”

Thank any god who had been listening because if she didn’t come soon, he was going to. He tightened his grip on her leg, pulling it a little higher and moving faster.

When he knew she was going to keep her leg there without him holding it, he moved his hand so it was right over that little button of pleasure that always got her going. His Lilith was a clit girl, that much he knew without a doubt.

The moment he pressed his thumb down and started rocking it side to side, she clenched around him so hard he saw stars. He gritted his teeth, riding her through the orgasm until he couldn’t wait any longer. With a deep groan of his own, he joined her in pleasure.

Fuck, he hadn’t come that much in years. As he pulled out of her, it leaked from her pretty pink slit and some deep need inside of him said it shouldn’t. So he reached between them, coating his fingers in everything they’d made before pushing his fingers back inside her.

He didn’t want to waste a drop. Not when he wanted it buried so deep inside of her that it would take days for it all to drip out.

She hissed, her pussy fluttering around his fingers like she was trying to clench around him again. “So sensitive,” she whined.

And then something in him clicked into place. Two wasn’t enough. Not for him. He’d promised her quaking and shivering and begging him to stop.

Saying that she was feeling sensitive was close, but that wasn’t near enough. So he twisted his hand, adding a third finger to really fill her up again. “I might be done, little love, but you sure aren’t.”

He laid down beside her, propping his head up on his fist as his other hand worked her. She really was sensitive, but it took a little while for him to get her to where he wanted her. She squirmed, she begged him to stop, she grabbed onto his wrist and rode his hand hard. Grinding that little pussy against his palm even as his fingers plunged inside of her.

She knew what she wanted. His Lilith wasn’t shy about her pleasure now, and he wondered for a moment if he’d created a monster.

But fuck, it was a monster he intended to ride every single night. If she needed his fingers, she would get them. If she wanted his mouth, then he would lick and tease whatever she wanted him to.

More than anything else, he would please her. In bed, in life, in his home, he would make sure that she never wanted for anything. If she wanted to be worshiped like a queen, then he would be at her feet and treat her like a goddess.

Nothing was too good for her. And it never would be.

She writhed, then seemed to freeze. Suddenly seizing in his arms, her back bent up and her mouth fell open on a silent scream that was music to his ears. He could feel her orgasm rippling through her like a wave. She milked at his fingers, clenching so hard he couldn’t even move them. He could only stay there and wait while all the world seemed to fall apart around her.

Finally she was done, a damp mess, as she stared up at him with a blank expression on her face.

“Oh,” she whispered some time later, when it seemed more like she was herself. “So that’s... that’s what all the fuss is about.”

He chuckled, drawing his fingers out of her. “Yes, that is exactly what all the fuss is about.”

He held his fingers to her lips, waiting to see if she could be teased just a little more.

It was silly of him to even consider she wouldn’t rise to his challenge. She took her time licking every single one of his fingers clean. She watched him the whole time, those big blue eyes seemingly so innocent even as his cock twitched with phantom need.

If she kept doing that, he would make her suck him clean, too. And then they’d be in this bed for the rest of the afternoon because he damn well wasn’t letting her go anywhere.

Sighing, he grabbed her against his chest and rolled them both together to a cleaner and dryer spot on the bed. “You are perfect, little love. So perfect.”

“So are you.” She played her fingers over his skin, following the bumps and ridges of his ribs before she let out a long sigh that rocked him to his core. “I just wish that...”

And then her words trailed off as if she hadn’t meant to say the words. As if she didn’t want him to know what was going on in that pretty head of hers.

“Wish what?”

She shook her head and said nothing else.

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