Page 153 of Married to the Devil

He pulls back. A smear of red mars his lip, and shock reverberates through me.

I bit him. I marked him for all to see.

I open my mouth to apologize, but his gaze stops me. It’s fire, and when he kisses me next, there’s nothing contained about it. He devours me, groaning.

His erection pulses against me, and I make an impatient sound, pushing down his pants as he pushes up my dress. I’m almost surprised that I’m wet with how tumultuous this moment is, but his cock presses against my folds, smearing my arousal against my thighs before lining himself up.

He doesn’t wait for an invitation before thrusting inside.

The stretch makes me moan, and Ben’s kiss steals the sound. It’s been an age, and I’ve been so empty. The sudden fullness eases something unwieldy in my heart.

“I’m staying,” he growls against my mouth. Apparently wanting to have a conversation as he moves inside me.

I scowl, but it’s impossible to hold on to anything other than the heat between us. “For how long?”

“Forever.” His next thrust is hard and grinds my back mercilessly against Stoneheart’s icy cold chest.

The tears stream down my cheeks unchecked. “Do you promise?”

Our eyes lock, and he slows his thrusts until the slow drag threatens to have me clawing him to go with the bite, but the look on his face hypnotizes me, absolute certainty.

He brings his hand up and wipes the blood from where it sluggishly wells on his lower lip, before placing it past me and against the statue. A fresh red mark to layer on the one I left with my blood during the ceremony.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he vows.

The oath buzzes with significance.

I buck my hips against him, urging him deeper, to take more. Pleasure and something darker making me want to claim this demon’s soul as surely as he has ours.

The stone heats and softens against my back, and suddenly we are wrapped in wings, cutting out the cold.

The rhythm of our thrusts stutter as a large hand holds my ass up, giving me leverage even as a tail snakes around and pulls Ben deeper inside me.

Another hand grips the back of Ben’s neck.

“I told you you’d only make it worse for yourself,” Stoneheart purrs.

Hearing him, being surrounded by his scent, the strength of his body around mine after days of heavy fear that I’d never see him again are too much to process. I come with a cry, my head thrown back against my husband’s shoulder.

“That’s it, firefly. Take our demon.” Stoneheart’s voice is low, and he pulls Ben harder against us, surging the demon deeper into me.

My body clutches hard around Ben’s as my hips move, wanting to be filled with him, wanting to consummate his promise.

Wanting to claim him for the two of us.

I pull down Ben’s shirt, ripping the collar until the bare skin of the crook of his neck is exposed.

Stoneheart doesn’t ask any questions before he strikes, sinking his teeth in to leave a claiming mark.

Ben is ours. Forever.

Ben cries out, ragged and complete as his seed pulses hotly inside me.

The stars burn above us, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be than between these two.

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