Page 99 of The Demon Mark

Now, Envy knew what that was like.

Turning, he stepped through the portal and let all thoughts of his brother disappear. Because he changed the portal as he went, stepping into Lilith’s room and into a wonderland of beautiful female flesh and endless desire.

She laid on the bed waiting for him, in nothing more than a thin robe that hid nothing from his gaze. All those long limbs draped in the perfect way for him to see every inch of her curves. She knew how much he loved them. How just seeing her like this made him want to sink his teeth into her thigh and grab a handful of that ass that he saw in his dreams.

“Took you long enough,” she said, her voice low and throaty.

He yanked at his shirt, ripping it over his head without a second thought. “You know how it is with family.”

“I don’t want to talk about your family.”

“Good, neither do I.”

Envy prowled to the bed, standing at the foot of it and looking down at her like the conquering king he was. He had finally found a woman that was his to keep, and he was going to defile her in every single way that he could. Perhaps she knew where his thoughts were, or perhaps she had the same hopes. She rolled, slowly spreading her legs as the silk robe fell to the side.

He was a weak man. He had wanted to make her crawl to him, to make her beg for his touch as he gave her nothing in return. But all he wanted was to taste her.

So he was the one who crawled. He was the one who went hand over hand up the mattress while dragging his lips up the long length of her leg. Pressing kisses to her warm skin, he breathed in the scent that was uniquely her. And he reminded himself in this moment that she was alive. She was his. And she wasn’t going anywhere.

He reached the apex of her thighs, sighing as her fingers tangled in his hair and drew him right where she wanted him. Where he had found nirvana in her taste and the sounds of her desire as he delved his tongue into her folds.

With one long, slow lick, he grinned as she tilted her head back and moaned. He’d met his match, it seemed. Because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He took his time licking and working her up into a frenzy. But this was only the beginning, because she damn well wasn’t coming without him. Not this time. This time was for him to tease and torment and to remind her that she wasn’t to get herself in trouble again because it took her farther from this.

From him.

“Is this what you like?” he growled against her, sinking one of his fingers inside her while his tongue flicked her clit. Her head shifted back and forth on the pillow, hair flowing around her like a halo.

Fuck, she was so pretty undone like this. It almost convinced him to let her come. Maybe just a small one, where he didn’t draw it out, so she felt the indulgence of her orgasm. But no, he was tormenting. He was punishing. So he slowly worked a second finger inside of her but didn’t move them. Only let her feel how full she was, and how much more full she knew she would be if he just let her come. If he sank into her wet heat.

Sliding up her body, still working her with his fingers, he said in her ear, “Do you want to come, little love?”

She nodded, her eyes squeezed so tightly he wondered how she wasn’t seeing stars. She’d needed him for a while now if she was this bad. But he wasn’t done yet. This was how he was going to make himself feel better. This was how he was ensuring that she didn’t do something foolish yet again when all he had felt for the past day had been fear.

Maybe she didn’t understand what he was doing or why he was doing it, but that didn’t matter at all. What he needed and wanted from her was obedience. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Little love?” he said again, his voice cajoling her to open her eyes. “I need you to say it. I need you to look at me and say it.”

Slowly, her eyes peeled open. Those beautiful baby blues stared up at him like he was torturing her, and that was how he wanted her to feel. He wanted her to know how he had felt, and he needed her to feel it in a way that wasn’t dangerous for either of them. This was punishment enough for him, and he knew even though it felt like torture for her, that she loved it just as much.

“Make me come, Envy,” she whispered. “Please.”

Oh, the please at the end really was pretty. He loved it when she begged him.

But he loved it even more when he could lean down in her ear and whisper, “No.”

Pulling his fingers out of her, he turned his attention instead to her breasts. He spent long minutes working on them, drawing the peaks into his mouth and laving slow circles that had her writhing underneath him. He touched as well, stroking down her sides and legs, holding onto her as though he was going to continue what he had started, stopping at the moment when she shifted for him to get to where she wanted him to be.

Only when she was sweating, her hair sticking to her cheeks and a blush staining from her face down onto her chest did he finally look down at her.

“Tell me what you want,” he said again, this time far more gruff.

“You,” she whined, rocking her hips against his leg, but he moved so she couldn’t find her release. “I want you.”

That was enough for him. He was painfully hard and denying both of them this long was getting painful. So he stripped off his pants and tugged that robe away from her body, baring all that slick heat to his gaze.

She really was a mess. Practically dripping for him.

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