Page 104 of Married to the Devil

My sound of surprise is drowned out by the thundering of my heart in my ears, and my mouth opens against his. I don’t know his intention with these kisses, but I don’t care. My arms wrap around his body, and I grind myself against him. The kilt he wears offering friction against the thin fabric of my underwear.

I haven’t received attention like this from him before. There’s always been Stella between us, or quick and angry kisses interspersed with moments of pain. This feels like he’s going to take his time with me, and that’s the type of terrifying thought that causes the base of my spine to tingle and the rest of my body to become pliant.

Claws dig into the space between my shoulder and throat, and I break the kiss with a cry of sharp pain as my skin gives way to blood.

The sting makes my eyes water, and I open my mouth, but the complaint in my throat stops at the flicker of something familiar in Stoneheart’s pale gaze. I’m sure I’m mistaken about the same glint of possessiveness he gets when Stella isn’t looking directed at me, but his words distract me.

“So obedient this morning. Quite a difference from yesterday.”

I huff a pained laugh. That’s what this is about? Me bringing Stella back to the penthouse earlier than he wished? But a part of me isn’t surprised. I wanted his punishment.

“I can take direction if the motivation is right,” I say with false bravado.

My eyes don’t match my tone and are glued to him licking the red from the tips of his dark claws. The vibrant color stands out on the purple of his tongue.My blood.He’s tasting my very essence like a connoisseur and makes a rumbling hum of pleasure at the flavor.

My cock throbs painfully harder.

I don’t try to fight him when he pulls my head to the side and licks the stinging punctures his claws left. I moan at the warm slide of his tongue over the wounds, the tapered end pressing against one hard enough to make the muscles in my back tense as if to escape before the sting becomes a dull throb, and I gasp in relief.

“And now you bear my mark,” he says, entirely too satisfied.

The punctures are where a mating mark would go.

I’m about to spiral into confusing thoughts about what that means, but he pulls our bodies together, and the grind of his own erection against mine has my mind emptying.

When he lifts me, I’m unprepared, already dizzy with arousal. He pushes me away and the world tilts as I fall. The bed catches me, the scent and feel of the sheets against my back already familiar.

I glance to the side, and Stella is in reaching distance, looking much more awake and mischievous. Stoneheart pulls my underwear down, and the scrape of the elastic waistband against my cock has me exhaling roughly.

Soft hands stroke through my hair, and I look up at Stella. With how she’s leaning forward, the rosy tips of her breasts hang tantalizingly close.

But the bastard of a devil distracts me.

A wet heat covers my cock, and I choke. Stoneheart’s mouth is on me. The light drag of fangs over my stiffness has a cold sweat breaking out on the back of my neck, but my body doesn’t care about danger or pain—if anything, it delights in both.

I look down and the sight of the gargoyle taking me into his mouth is one that makes the bottom of my stomach drop out. Never would I have thought that he’d do this to me.

My hand grabs a gray horn at the next sharp edge that teases my tender skin. Stoneheart arches a challenging brow, but instead of releasing him, I rub my thumb near the base of it, the spot that my research reported is sensitive.

His eyes glaze over a little, and I moan at the moment of shared pleasure.

The next time he takes me deep, my head falls back. “Fuck.”

His lips stretch into a smile around my shaft. He pulls off me on the next up motion, and I whimper at the loss. His hand continues the action, giving much harder strokes than his mouth allowed.

“That’s it, songbird. Let us both hear you,” he says.

My next moan is desperate.

With a snarl, he rises and pulls me down the bed with my legs on either side of his hips and grips our cocks together. His hand is large enough to encase the both of us, but it’s unforgivingly tight.

“You’re the devil,” I curse, and he laughs. A sound escapes my tight throat, and I can’t help thrusting into the tight ring of his grip.

The throb of his cock against mine and the slick of his saliva makes this action almost as intimate as if he were inside me.

It’s that thought that has my body breaking. My muscles wrench tight, and my back arches. I cry out as liquid fire shoots up my spine. My release splashes against my stomach and chest. The mess of it prolongs the moment like a sweet note.

Stoneheart growls in satisfaction, not stopping his hand from stroking our cocks. Probably wanting to push me past the brink of painful oversensitivity and filling that empty part of myself that wants the pain to join the warring sensations in my chest.

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