Page 122 of Married to the Devil

I open the artisan chocolate box and pop one in my mouth at random.

The flavor of the chocolate is light and smooth. It coats my tongue with hints of floral and sweet that seems familiar, but I don’t know why.

“Better?” Stoneheart asks.

I tilt my head, waiting for the potion to strike again, but it doesn’t, and I nod in relief. “Much better.”

We share the small box of goodies, and it’s only after it’s gone that I realize the flavors almost taste like a combination of Ben’s and my scent. The knowledge makes a fuzzy warmth grow in my chest, and I lay back, basking in the feeling as it starts spreading through my belly.

“How long do you think it will take to kick in?” I ask.

Ben winces. “I don’t know. I should have asked more questions.”

Stoneheart’s tail strokes along my calf playfully, and Ben seems to be unable to keep his hands to himself, lightlytouching my shoulders. His scent is gone again. He’d ignored Stoneheart’s glower earlier and put the bracelet back on.

The fact that we’re all still naked starts to become a larger detail as my eyes trace up Stoneheart’s body. I lick my lips as I imagine licking the swirls of ink of his tattoo and the warmth shifts to a fire in my lower belly.

I hum. “I think I’m starting to feel it.”

Ben starts to nibble on my neck. “Your temperature does seem to be a little raised.”

Stoneheart watches us, his gaze heavy like he’s touching me. The fact he’s more than an arm span away feels like a taunt.

I let my legs fall open a little and am gratified when his nostrils flare. Ben runs a hand up my inner thigh and strokes up through my folds.

I moan, surprised by how wet I already am.

“So fucking pretty,” Ben says. “Wish I could come inside you again.”

The sound that escapes my throat is needy.

“But we both know what you really need,” Ben says. We’ve been intimate before, but this is somehow different. There’s a sensation in my heart, a wholeness. It’s almost as if I feel his affection for me inside myself, and it amplifies my own feelings.

It must be the potion.

I rock my hips as my body cramps with need. “Fuck. Inside me, Ben.”

Ben glances to Stoneheart first as if in permission, and with the gargoyle’s nod, he slides two fingers inside me. The pressure releases a cascade of pleasure. A craving crashes through me, and I tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck, she’s so tight I wonder if she’ll bruise your knot,” Ben says almost as a joke.

Stoneheart shifts, and the sight of his cock already hard has the desire ramping up to almost painful levels.

I make a sound of distress. “I need?—”

“I know,” Ben cuts me off and curves his fingers, rubbing my g-spot while his thumb presses against my clit.

The release is quick, and I arch my back in surprise. I shiver at the rolling waves of pleasure that take the edge off the clawing pain.

I bite my lip at the wet sounds as Ben continues to touch me.

“So sensitive when she’s like this.” Stoneheart’s words are dark with an avarice that is thrumming in my blood. “And making it so slick like a good wife, practically gushing.”

I sigh, but the relief doesn’t last, and I’m tightening on Ben’s fingers again.

“More,” I implore, shaky but too aware of the pulse of need between my legs.

Ben hesitates, and the pause causes the next cramp tightening my body to hurt. I gasp and twist, trying to rock myself to deepen the penetration.

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