Page 48 of The Demon Mark

“Hate it?” He leaned closer, pressing their chests together even as his hand snuck up her stomach. “Are you so sure that you hate it, little one?”

Her breath fanned across his lips as those pupils dilated again. “There’s a fine line between hate and love, I suppose. But I definitely don’t love you, Envy. So it’s very much hate.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts.”

He captured her lips with his, dragging his tongue against hers as he palmed her breast. She melted into his arms. Gone was the stiff, uncomfortable oracle who hadn’t known what she wanted from a week ago.

No, she was pliable in his lap. She sank into his touch, moaning around his tongue as his thumb flicked over her nipple. She writhed in his grip, seeking something that she had no name for.

“Are you wet, little one?” he murmured, drawing away to growl the words in her ear. “Should I find out?”

The whimper she made was music to his ears. Clearly, she wasn’t so innocent that she didn’t know what he meant. He leaned back to catch her eye, seeing nothing but a woman drunk on desire and need. And he wanted to stoke those flames.

Perhaps it was a little selfish as well. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to know just how affected she was by his presence and if he had done what no one else could easily do to an oracle.

Because right now, she wasn’t thinking about the future. She wasn’t thinking about anything other than the way his hand moved down her belly. Her breath caught, her muscles tensed against his palm.

He didn’t even move her skirt out of the way. He cupped her there, brushing his fingers between her thighs and feeling her heat. She rocked, biting her lip as she stared down between them at his fingers curling against her.

All of his restraint snapped. He gathered up the skirts at her thigh and bunched them higher. It was all the movement he needed to be able to sink his hand beneath her skirts and brush against that wet velvet that waited for him.

They both groaned, their echoing sound filling the room with pleasure. She was so perfect. Rocking against his hand and holding onto his shoulders as she sought out what she needed.

“You are so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice lower than he’d ever heard it. “What a gift, oracle.”

“Shut up,” she hissed.

“Or what?”

She wouldn’t do anything. Not while his fingers stroked that bundle of nerves that already had her thighs shaking with need. He grabbed the back of her neck with his free hand, forcing her to look at him.

“Or what?” he asked again, his lips so close to her own. “Please, tell me what you’ll do.”

Those lovely lips parted, likely on a threat. At the same time he sank his middle finger knuckle deep inside her. Her words were stolen on a gasp at the feeling of him invading deep inside her, and he was certain her startled look might have lasted a little longer if he hadn’t then ground the palm of his hand against her clit.

Then there it was again. Pliable and limp, she rocked against his hand as he slowly drew his finger out. The sensation must be foreign to her, but she still enjoyed it.

“Have you touched yourself like this before?” he rasped.

She nodded a few times, but the movement was disjointed.

Fuck, he was hard. He wanted to pull his finger out of her and replace it with his cock. He wanted to sink so deep into her wetness that neither of them knew where the other started, but she was unused to this. He couldn’t do that when she was so tight that she barely took one finger. It would be hard enough to work himself into her body when she was prepared.

“Relax,” he said, moving her up with his hips so he could fit another finger inside her. “And tell me what you need.”

“More,” she said, her voice a little thick with emotion.

“More what?”

She squirmed in his lap, trying to show him with her body. But he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to order her own pleasure at his fingertips. “What do you want, Lilith?”

Her gaze finally locked on him, and a spark of that anger burst to life. He would have grinned at the sight of it, if it wouldn’t ruin the moment.

“Rub my clit like you were before,” she spat. “Keep your fingers inside me, but curl them in.”

He figured.

Envy did what she said. He curled his fingers in that velvety heat, stroking her from the inside while he ground his palm against her clit. And she rocked against him, making tiny noises that went right through him. And he almost couldn’t watch. Everything in him clenched with her, and for a second, he worried he might unman himself at the sight of her seeking her pleasure.

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