Page 79 of The Demon Mark

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Look at you taking me so easily now? How about we add a second?”

She should probably be embarrassed by the wet echos in the room, but how could she be when he so thoroughly enjoyed it? His eyes were between her legs, staring down at his own glistening fingers moving in and out of her.

“I could stay here all day,” he said, but then he crawled down her body. “But I want to do something else far more.”

What was he doing? Oh, not that again, was he? He’d already done that to her and yes, it was amazing, but...

He sank another finger into her. Two stretching fingers that pushed her to her limits. And then his tongue was there. Not in her like last time, but flicking over her clit. Over and over again, circling and flicking while those fingers scissored inside her, stretching and filling so well.

Already she was spiraling out of control. How did he do that? How did he do all of this and remain so straight faced while she was falling apart on his fingers and tongue?

Breathing hard, she looked down her body to see him staring up at her. Those green eyes twinkling with mischief and the wet sounds of her own sloppy mess that he was somehow making even worse.

“Come for me,” he growled against her skin. “I want to feel you fall apart around my fingers, little love.”

And then he sucked on her clit. Hard. So hard that she could do nothing other than come.

Gasping, she tried to find words. She tried to think about anything other than the ache between her legs that still wasn’t enough.

“Did you think we were done?” he rasped, leaning back on his knees so he could undo his pants. And the sight of her own slick on his face was nearly enough to spiral her back into that realm of passion yet again.

He released the latch of his pants and then leaned over her, one hand bracing him above her and the other on the thickness of his cock. He moved them so the head of his cock pressed against her entrance and she had thought she would be terrified of this moment. But all she wanted was for him to move. To get inside her. She needed it.

Arching her back and spreading her legs a little wider around his hips, she begged.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need you.”

“I know, little love. I know. But we have to be careful.” His head came down on her shoulder and then she could feel him push.

Just a little. But the resistance wasn’t pleasant. It didn’t feel good for him to be shoving like that, and yet, she still wanted him to continue.

Panting, she wrapped one of her legs around his hips and then used her heel to guide him. Inch by painstaking inch, they worked him into her body. He was sweating, shaking, nearly convulsing as they eased him in and out of her. Sometimes the strokes felt too tiny to even feel and then, suddenly, he was all the way in her.

She could feel the warmth of his pelvis touching hers, and then all the pain disappeared. All of it.

It was just her, him, and the stars that bloomed behind her eyes.

Finally, he lifted his head from her shoulder and met her gaze. “How’s that feel?”

She kissed him, because words were failing her in this moment. But when she felt him throb inside of her, she knew she had to speak. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” she whispered.

Shifting, she pulled her hips back and then wiggled them forward, sinking him in and out of her.

His eyes widened, and she swore his expression was one of pain. “Lilith?—”

“Move, Envy. I want to feel you.” She planted both of her hands on the round globes of his ass and tugged him into the movement she wanted. And when he slid out of her only to glide back in with the most wondrous sensation, she threw her head back and sank into the feeling.

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He’d felt nothing like her before. Silken smooth and gripping his cock like a vise, he hadn’t realized that a pussy could feel this good. He gasped against her neck, trying to keep his pace slow so he wouldn’t hurt her, and he’d never realized he had this much restraint.

Everything in him wanted to pound into her. To seek that release that he could already feel would be better than any he’d had before.

Coming in her, filling her to the brim with everything that he had, it would be an experience close to god-like. And even now, he still wasn’t seeking his own release. He was watching her. Seeing the tiny movements of her eyes behind her lids, the way that her ribs expanded with every gasping breath as she clutched his back.

She clenched around him, shifting in his grip, and it was so fucking good. Everything about her made him wild. All he could feel was her warm, wet heat and the sensations that she caused inside of him.

If he wasn’t careful, this would be over far sooner than it had begun. And he wanted to show her what sex could be. He wanted her to need to do this again. Every day.

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