Page 95 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

He knew how I lusted for him—his touch, his body, his mouth. All of him. I wanted every last sinful, depraved part of this demon. His continued groans and soft laughter against my pussy as he edged me only made the ache worse.

“It’s okay for you to say it,” he said before he sucked my clit back into his mouth. “There’s no need to deny it anymore. Haven’t you gone long enough refusing your desire for me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt something break in my chest. That small crack in my armor Vain had so acutely chipped away at since the beginning, I had felt it growing over time. Ignoring it and pretending it simply didn’t exist had been useless. Trying to mend the fissures and rebuild my walls had proved futile. Denying him was no longer an option. Not when my soul sang for him, called to his darkness like a moth to flame.

“I want you, Vain.”

My words coaxed him from the darkness. Vain emerged from the shadows as if he were born of them. The sight of him was mesmerizing, the combined image of Vain’s dark power and Rory’s beauty stunned me as I took him in. He leaned over me and caged me with his body. The faint stubble along Rory’s cheek scratched against my jaw as his lips pressed to the shell of ear. “Again.”

“I want you. Please, Vain.”

He pulled back enough to flash me a grin that had my heart turning over and the last of my resolve dusting away to ash. His nostrils flared as he drew in a slow and satisfied breath “Have I ever told you how much pleasure it brings me to hear those words come from your lips.” His eyes darkened further. “Beg me again.”

“Please.” I shuddered. “Please, I need you.”

Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, Vain held my gaze with an unmatched intensity. A stare that could bring mortals and gods alike to their knees. “Look at me.”

It felt as if I was seeing Vain through new eyes. Beyond the sparse constellation of freckles stippled faintly over Rory’s cheekbones and along his jaw, his full lips and defined arch of his cupid’s bow, the fall of dark hair over his forehead that just barely curled at the ends—beyond the humanness that was Rory, I stared into Vain’s onyx eyes and felt as if I was truly seeing him for what he was for the very first time—a demon of infinite darkness and eternal lust, veiled in secrets and shadows.

There was a haunting danger in his essence that drew me to him. I wanted to drown in him. I would let his darkness overtake me, wanting nothing more than to be swathed in the safety it offered. He might easily have been the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I found that I couldn’t look away.

Vain kept my chin tipped upward as we stared silently at one another, and tears filled with awe stung at the corner of my eyes while the tip of his cock nudged at my dripping entrance, begging him to press into me.

He swept my tears away with his thumb, and his gaze softened the moment he noticed I’d eased into his touch, accepting him for everything he was and everything I was no longer ashamed of wanting.

Together, we laid atop his shadows, and he held me with such reverence and lust as he drove his cock into me, hard and slow. I clawed at his shoulders and dug my heels into his waist as he slid in fully. Pressing his chest to mine, Vain lowered his face until our foreheads met, our breaths hot and heavy against the others cheeks.

The sounds of our flesh meeting with each thrust tightened the knot in my core, and I knew it would only take a few more strokes before I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. I was a whimpering, quivering mess beneath him, begging Vain within an inch of my life to let me finish.

Caressing my cheek in his palm, he held my gaze as he spoke with unwavering control. “Look at me when you come, Ava. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

His thrusts were relentless, and then my whole world crashed around me, my release wrecking me. Mind, body, and soul.

I clenched around Vain as he offered me no mercy. He fucked me fast and hard through it all. Even after I started to come down from my release, Vain lanced himself in and out, his pace only slowing after he had dragged the last of my orgasm from me, and I crumpled against his shadows, feeling drugged and heavy.

He pressed a light kiss to the corners of my mouth as he fucked me with a newfound gentleness I wasn’t used to from him. I pulled him down to press his mouth to mine fully, feeling drunk with the taste of him. A jolt of pleasure shot through me and settled in my core as he parted my lips with his tongue and explored my mouth while he sifted his fingers through my hair, his nails scraping gently against my scalp.

With his mouth still molded to mine, Vain rolled us so I straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside. I rolled my hips forward, barely an inch, but it was enough to force a low growl of pleasure from Vain, which reverberated through his chest into mine. He looked up at me with a delicious, satisfied grin before his black eyes fell to where we were joined.

“I love how you look grinding on his cock,” Vain said, his voice low and gravelly.

He looked so good below me, lips slightly swollen and set apart as if he were in awe, and his eyes darkened further than I thought possible.

“Use me,” he said, sounding like a command and a plea all at once.

I slid along his length in slow, languid motions, rolling my hips over him as I ground deep and taking great pleasure in the sharp hissing sounds of Vain’s ragged breathing. Finding a steady rhythm, I rocked against him, each stroke taking him deeper and driving me wild every time he nudged that sweet, sensitive spot that had me keening into Vain’s shadows.

He grabbed my hips, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he held me firmly. Vain wasn’t taking control. He was losing himself in me as much as I was with him. The sight of this fearsome demon being completely wrecked beneath me was nearly enough to send me over the edge again. Vain was allowing me to ruin him completely.

This was power.

His shadows licked around us in a wild frenzy that matched our movements. I clawed at his chest in a desperate attempt to latch onto something—anything—before I was cresting again and then breaking as I rode him through another brutal orgasm.

My eyes shot open, and I saw stars—literal stars. Their light pierced through Vain’s shadows and illuminated us in a silvery glow. The way they shimmered and danced around us almost reminded me of Vain’s eyes when the light would hit them just right. I peered down at him, finding his obsidian eyes glinting back at me, tempting and wicked.

And mine.

The muscle in his jaw feathered, and the veins in Vain’s neck pulsed as he groaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck!”

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