Page 20 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“It scared the shit out of you.”

“In my defense, it’s one thing to be told the ground below one’s feet is sentient, it’s another to be saved by it.”

“Bah! You didn’t need saving. It was only a little fire.” He gave me a boyish grin, but his canines framed his lip in a way only a predator could manage. “I had a handle on it.”

“You almost killed me!”

“No way! You just needed a little motivation. I’d never have burnt you. You were too fast. Besides…” There was no trace of boyishness left as his hand roamed below my waistline to squeeze my behind. “If you’d been burnt, I’d have soothed your sore ass with my tongue.”

“How noble of you. What a…” I paused. “Gentleman.”

His hand vanished, only to land with a resoundingsmackon my right cheek despite the layer of fabric. “What have I told you about calling me that?”

“That it’ll earn me a rough buttering.”

Ash’ren stilled, his lip twitching like he wanted to laugh. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to laugh or take me seriously and fuck away the grief, wishes be damned. He recovered swiftly, lacking my indecision. His hand dropped mine. He supplanted me with a firm grasp on both my ass cheeks, my legs circling his waist.

“Naughty, spoiled, little princess,” he chided, that silken voice of his like aloe on my burning core. “A lesson is in order.”

I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. The olive branch had been passed—launched, really—and I wasn’t taking it back. I pressed my breasts firmly against him, far too aware of the balmy air on my cleavage. Hunching around him in an entirely un-sexy fashion, I kissed every inch of him I could reach.

I’d never been so glad to feel the scratch of tree bark on my back. Ash’ren was everywhere, kissing, licking, claiming. He roughly tugged down my neckline, freeing my right breast with a groan I echoed. He sucked the needy bud into his mouth, swirling the tips of his tongue around it and teasing me until I would sure as flames die if he didn’t move to the next.

His hands were busy lifting my skirts. I whined in disapproval. With his teeth, he stripped my left breast free, forked tongue flicking and laving until both my nipples were extended to the point of aching.

“I don’t know, Ash,” I panted. He froze, features slack with desire but for a hard glint in his blackened eyes, and I knew he was struggling against mental restraints. “I still think you’re rather gentle.”

The terrifying roar that ripped from him then sent all the friendly forest animals scurrying for safety. The tree’s husk bit through linen as he lifted me higher until my legs hung around his shoulders. Nothing gentle remained in my beloved demon.

11

Searra

He attacked. He bit and sucked the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, hard enough to leave bruises hidden under my skirts for days. I whined and begged, proving I was nothing but a spoiled princess. My left hand grasped his horn, the other buried in his hair while I humped his head like a mew in heat.

“You’ve fucked with the wrong demon, Firefly.” His tone was devoid of sympathy. I whimpered incoherently, way too unraveled for someone who hadn’t even been breached yet. “Stop fucking squirming. You knew what would happen. Nevercall me that again.”

I tried, rings, I tried to keep still, but the attentions of his wrath were turned onto my pussy. His forked tongue flattened along my seam and licked with enough force to open my folds wide, slurping obscenely. His hungry sounds filled the forest like they belonged there, a predator in his natural habitat.

His muscles strained. He paused now and then to rein himself in, as though he could easily lose himself eating my pussy. The sight of such a powerful demon with alpha vibes to the flaming maximum being humbled by the taste of my dripping pussy had me writhing. Even as he unleashed anaggressive attack on my clit, he respected the wishes I now wished I’d never spoken aloud. Damn him for being such a flames-forsaken gentleman.

“If I can’t fuck your pretty cunt, I’ll force you to cum on my tongue,” he growled against my core, setting off a ripple of needy clenches. “My slutty little princess always liked me between her thighs, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I clutched his horn with a vice-like grip and rolled my hips. So empty, too empty, it ached! “S-so beautiful between my thighs.”

“It’s not beauty you need right now, dearest bug. And it’s not beauty that you’ll get.”

Hot, void-black flames wrapped around my wrists and slammed them above me on the tree. More tendrils wrapped around each thigh, opening me wider, singing my flesh ever so slightly.

His voice was deep and carnal and he punctuated his words with two fingers plunging inside me. With long, massaging strokes, he coaxed my body to his will, my clit tingling with every sweep of his fingers inside me. Wrestling with my bindings, I mewled and cried pathetically, the pulsating sensation wracking my core consuming my thoughts.

“Ash!”

“Come for me, love bug. Let me taste you.”

He curved his fingers and stroked the secret spot in my body that only the two of us knew. My inner walls undulated with surprising strength, like they wanted to suck his fingers right up into my body. Ash’ren added a third finger, sucking hard on my clit until I was unconscious but for pulses of white-hot pleasure.

Ash’ren’s fingers slowed as the sensations became overstimulating. Reading my body like a romance novel, he switched to long, flat-tongued licks of my seam.

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