Page 159 of Married to the Devil

“Take me, Remy. I’m yours.”

“Of course you are,” he says as the head of his cock stops slipping teasingly through my folds and enters me.

We both moan as he sinks inside me. He doesn’t rush through the stretch. As soon as my pussy struggles against his girth he merely rocks in and out to coax me to open more, give him more.

With my chest on the bed like this, all my senses are full of him and the soft pace he’s setting. The heat of his skin against my back. The puffs of his breath on my scalp. The heavy weight of him inside me, moving in a way that makes my insides shiver and a tight sensation in my lower belly build.

I don’t try to rush him. I want every reassuring touch.

The pleasure he’s building tingles warnings in my limbs but doesn’t break free yet.

I lose myself to the soft movements and groaning praise. His knot brushes against my opening before he grinds it in deeper on the next rock.

“That’s it. Such a soft and beautiful mate begging to take me.”

I moan when I realize his intention. He won’t withhold any part of himself from me anymore.

I arch my back and try to soften around him even more. The rumble of Stoneheart’s growl against my back has me shivering as with the next thrust, his knot presses against me hard and insistent. The tight muscles of my body ease around the bulbous flesh, letting it slip inside me.

Tears fill my eyes as my soul, still so reticent to believe that this is all real, that I’m not alone anymore, finally gives.

The pressure is enough to release my own climax, and I cry out as Stoneheart holds me still, groaning so loudly that if there wasn’t sound suppression magic involved, he’d wake the whole penthouse.

His cock pulses inside me as his cum fills me. The pressure sets off another surge of pleasure.

I think I must lose time because the next thing I know, Stoneheart is laying on his side, spooning me with our bodies still connected and sweaty.

A clearing throat has my eyes snapping open.

“Am I interrupting?” Ben asks, his cheeks flushed, and his expression part amused and part uneasy.

“About time you came back,” Stoneheart says, making no move to remove his still very hard knot from me. “She’s been desperate to see you.”

My cheeks burn, but I can’t deny it’s the truth. Stoneheart flings the sheet back in invitation.

Something dark flashes in Ben’s eyes as he takes in my trapped and stretched body and tosses his bag down, quickly undressing. He left to pack a bag. He didn’t abandon us.

I squirm at my vulnerable position, but that only pulls against the knot trapped inside me and causes the gargoyle behind me to tut.

“Don’t hide from him now. You’ve been wanting his presence all morning long, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I say. Ben doesn’t leave me waiting, sliding into the bed as soon as he’s bare.

The kiss he gives me is rougher than I’m used to with him, but I need it. I need to taste his need.

Stoneheart makes a rough sound. “Fuck, my knot will never go down if you keep making her tighten like that.”

Ben’s smile when he breaks the kiss is part dazed and part mischief. “Something I’m sure you’d hate to experience.”

Stoneheart huffs, but it sounds satisfied. His large hand comes to cradle my breast, massaging it softly before offering it to the demon.

“Careful. Your baby has made them sensitive,” he warns.

Ben’s nostrils flare, and there’s something soothing about the possessive satisfaction on his face at the mention of the child we made.

“I will be,” Ben says reverently before his head drops to worship my breasts with his mouth. The soft drawing sucks of his mouth has me losing my mind.

I moan and move as much as I’m able to while Stoneheart’s knot swells even more inside me. Someone is rubbing my clit, but I can’t quite track who.

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