Page 8 of Insatiable

As I work him with my mouth, I can feel his body tense, the anticipation building. I want this to last, to savor every moment, but I can tell that he's nearing his peak. I increase my pace, taking him in deeper and more rapidly, my hand stroking in sync with my mouth. His groans grow louder, and his hips buck, thrusting harder into my face. I can feel his muscles tighten in his thighs, his grip on the back of my head becoming more insistent. I know this is the moment he's been building to, and I want to taste his release. As he thrusts, I keep pace, taking him in deeper than ever before, my mouth swirling around his shaft as he nears the edge. His body shudders, and I know he’s coming. He moans loudly, his voice echoing in the room, the sound of release filling the air. His cock twitches and spasms in my mouth, and I feel the first gush of his semen hit the back of my throat. I swallow it down before crawling up his body and melting into his arms. I'm swept away by the intensity of Dade's touch, his hands tracing fiery patterns on my skin. Every brush of his fingertips sends shivers down my spine, igniting a primal desire within me. As his lips meet mine in a fierce kiss, I feel a surge of electricity between us. One thing about Dade. He never lets me go wanting and he gives as good as he gets. Everyone else I’ve ever slept with has fallen asleep right after they’ve cumand its game over. Not with Dade. Dade ducks under the covers. As Dade's hot breath teases my thighs, a shiver runs down my spine. His hands trace the curves of my body, sending tingles of pleasure all over me. He is like an entity from another realm, almost a demon that crossed paths with mine, yet he evokes such human passions within me—desire, arousal, and a hunger so intense that it threatens to consume me.

His tongue flicks against my clit, eliciting soft moans from deep within me. Each lick is a new wave of pleasure, each one building upon the last. I arch my back, offering myself to him as he explores my most intimate parts. His tongue plunges inside me, tasting me, claiming me. I am his.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, guiding him deeper, urging him on. Dade's fingers find their way inside me, sliding effortlessly against the wet folds of my core. With every thrust, a new wave of pleasure washes over me, building up higher and higher like the crest of a never-ending wave. My breaths become shallow, my legs shake uncontrollably. My arousal reaches its peak before I shatter into a thousand pieces again and again.

Dade appears from under the covers with a satisfied smirk on his face. He wraps a giant wing around me like a blanket and it feels like home. If it wasn’t for Jenny, I’d be more than happy to stay in Hell with Dade for all eternity if all my days were taken up like this. My body feels heavy after all the orgasms. Comfortable. I could never have guessed all those months ago when I came to Hell and had to work with Dade that we’d end up like this. I murmur words to that effect, but only a contented sigh escapes.

Eventually when the post sex euphoria wears off, I turn and look up at Dade. “Juliette has asked us to bring her some food up from the lower level when we next go down.”

Dade shifts slightly, pulling his wing out from under him. He sits up on the bed and my moment of post sex bliss vanishes when I take a look at the stern expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, a knot of dread forming in my stomach.

“I can't shake this feeling that something isn't right. Last time we went down to the lower level, you were almost killed. And with everything happening in the Games, I don't trust that we're safe anymore.”

I scoff, trying to brush off his concerns. “We're already dead, remember? We haven't been safe since we arrived in Hell. Look at what we've endured so far - poisonings, burns, nearly drowning.”

His face darkens, but I don’t need that kind of tell with Dade. His aura does the talking for him and right now it’s dark and suffocating. “That's not what I'm talking about. There's something bigger going on here and we're only seeing bits and pieces of it. I can't shake the feeling that we're just pawns in some twisted game.”

“The Inferno Games?” I remind him, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

He shakes his head. “More than that.”

“Noémi was a demon,” he corrects sharply. “Lying, cheating, hurting people—that’s what they do. Just look at Anthura. Hell, look at all of them. They act nice, accommodating even, but don’t be fooled. Every last one would tear us apart if they thought it would bring them more entertainment. Noémi reveled in our suffering. And Anthura? She gets off on creating ways to punish and humiliate us.”

I close my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. “But they’re not all like that. Look at Hades.”

“Hades?” He lets out a hollow laugh. “You really believe he’s any different?” Dade shakes his head. “Hades is one of the worst.Don’t let his love of the games confuse you into thinking he has a love for humans. He’s taking his own pleasure from our pain. Why else concoct the Inferno Games in the first place? And remember the Labyrinth we all went through at the very start. The burning plants and trees, the flesh eating monsters. Don’t let’s forget who made that up.”

I try not to think about it, especially since one of my friends is literally dating him. “What about Moloch?” I finally say, clutching at straws, my fingers gripping the sheets.

Dade’s jaw tightens, and he crosses his arms. “Moloch is afraid of Anthura. That’s all. If he ever dared to step out of her shadow, he’d be as bad as the rest.”

“It’s not all bad,” I say, my voice softer.

He looks me directly in the eyes, his dark gaze intense and searching. “Why are you defending this place?”

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his stare. “Honestly? Because I feel like you’re about to say something I don’t want to hear.” I look away, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. “If it wasn’t for this place, I would never have met you, and that’s worth dealing with all those things you mentioned.”

His expression softens and leans forward to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips.

Suddenly, I realize the storm in his eyes isn’t anger after all, but fear. It’s palpable and suffocating and more than anything, bleak. “I watched you almost get reduced to ash yesterday. If Hades hadn’t been there, you’d be gone.”

“You’re going to tell me that you don’t want to go down to the lower levels again.” My voice is hollow, like I’ve already resigned myself to what’s coming. I cross my arms over my chest, trying to protect myself from the inevitable blow. Dade would never lay a hand on me, but if he says the words I’m dreading, it’ll be worse than any physical pain. It’ll be like he’s ripping my heartout with his bare hands. We’ll never make it through the games, and finding Jenny will be nothing more than a dead dream

Dade’s features darken, like a maelstrom is about to turn loose. “It’s dangerous. How many times have we barely made it out alive down there? Last night, when I thought you were... really gone, it shattered me. I can’t go through that again.” Dade’s shoulders slump, his face a mask of despair. He leans closer, his hands trembling as they reach for me but hesitate, stopping just short of touching. “Valentine... I can’t keep putting you in that kind of danger. If something happened to you...” His voice falters, cracking with emotion. “I don’t think I could survive it.”

Tears sting my eyes, blurring my vision as I shake my head. “What about Jenny? What about Emily? We’ve fought so hard for them. We can’t just stop now.”

“We still have the games. We’ve made it this far,” he says, but the words are hollow, empty. They’re nothing more than a desperate attempt to cling to something that’s slipping away.

“The games?” My voice is sharp, edged with bitterness as I stumble out of bed, yanking on my discarded clothes with trembling hands. “The same games run by demons you said we can’t trust?”

The room feels suffocating, and I need to get out. It’s like everything is closing in on me—Dade, the walls, the oppressive weight of our situation. I pull my shirt over my head, barely holding back the sobs that threaten to tear from my throat. “You know what?” I say, my voice thick with pain. “Just five minutes ago, I thought maybe I could stay here. In Hell. With you. I pictured spending eternity at your side because, somehow, that seemed like the only thing that mattered. But in that fantasy, Jenny was safe. Emily was happy.”

“Maybe Jenny is safe. Maybe Emily grew up to be the woman I always hoped she’d be.”

I laugh, but it’s bitter, cold. My hands are shaking as I grab my shoes, clutching them like they’re my lifeline. “Maybe you’re right about Emily. I hope, for your sake, she lived a perfect life. But after everything you’ve told me about these demons, how can you expect me to believe Jenny is being ‘cared for’ in the Seventh Circle?”

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