Page 18 of Mastering Mayhem

She sucked in a shaky breath, leaning her head back against the wall and fighting to keep her eyes open. “I think… I think you’re right. I think this is right.”

She held my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting between my tusks and making me lose control.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as her mortal form would allow, but even with her bare skin against me, I couldn’t hold her close enough. “I love you, Ember. My soul has loved yours since the beginning of my existence.”

“I think…” She pulled back to look into my eyes. “No, I don’t think. I know I love you too. My soul loves yours.”

My knees nearly buckled beneath me. I never knew how badly I needed to hear those words until that moment. So many emotions that I couldn’t begin to define rose inside me, swirling and pulsing, tightening my throat and causing my chest to ache. Pressure built in my eyes, the overwhelming sensation of loving Ember—and being loved in return—threatening to escape as tears.

I turned her around, lest she witness my display of weakness, and grasped her hands, pressing them against the wall. My dick throbbed, aching to fill her as she leaned her hips toward me.

Pressing my tip against her folds, I rubbed the head up and down her slit, gathering moisture on my shaft before slowly sliding inside her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. We were made for each other.” She reached behind me and grasped my ass. “But I do want to watch.”

She leaned toward the far wall, and we turned as one until we could see ourselves in the mirror above the sink. Her fair skin appeared so delicate, her frame minuscule compared to mine.

“You’re magnificent,” she said, smiling at our reflection.

“You are a work of wonder.” I slid out and in, making her sigh and moan in unison.

The wall jets blasted against her, and she angled the top one away so she could lean closer to the wall. I reached around her and aimed the lower one between her legs, the sensation making her cry out in pleasure.

“Oh, gods.” She adjusted her stance, giving both me and the water better access to her center. “Do it slow.”

I followed her command, sliding in and out in slow, fluid strokes while she watched my movements in the mirror. As her breathing quickened, I increased my speed, and when she gasped and screamed my name, I slammed into her, holding her against the stream as she writhed in ecstasy.

But I wasn’t finished with her yet.

Her orgasm peaked and subsided, and she angled the jet away to lean her forearms against the wall. “Holy Hecate.”

I slipped out of her, turning her around to face me. “I love that I can make you invoke your goddess’s name with my cock.”

She laughed. “You’ve got an impressive one. Wow.”

“We aren’t finished.” I brushed her wet hair from her forehead. “I want to look into your eyes the next time you come. I can take you to the bed or do it here.”

“Here is good.” She swallowed hard.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not at all, but I might have to climb you.” She clutched my dick and stroked it twice before gripping my shoulders. “Help me up?”

“With pleasure.” I grabbed her ass and lifted her, settling her onto my shaft as she wrapped her legs around me. The sensation of her tight, velvet sheath enveloping me made me groan.

With my demon strength and her small frame, it felt as if she weighed no more than a feather. But I wasn’t sure my knees would hold me when I found my release. Ember, this witch…this goddess…loved me. The real me. I had never experienced such elation in all of my existence.

I stepped out of the shower and carried her to the countertop, never breaking our intimate union as I set her down and leaned my hands against the surface. I had to bend, due to my height in this form, but my hooves gripped the slickened tiles, giving me enough leverage to thrust into her.

Over and over.

I glanced at my reflection as I pleasured her. My pupils had turned to pinpricks, the purple in my irises rippling with gray. She slid her hands upward to caress my horns with her fingertips.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her expression turning to one of ecstasy.

“As are you.” I plunged deeper inside her, my rhythm growing stronger, faster.

She dug her nails into my back, dragging them downward as she came once more. Her sounds, her scent, her everything consumed me, and I lost myself to her.

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