Page 80 of Spookily Yours

“Damien. Please.” I mewled, needing more. “I need—”

He dipped his fingers inside of me, working me higher while his tongue gently brushed against my bite. With each stroke of his tongue over the teeth marks, my body trembled with pleasure.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he soothed. “My mate. My beautiful mate.”

The moment his thumb connected with my clit, I slumped against him, my knees going weak.

“You need to come, hm?”

“Y-yes.” I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his spicy scent.

“What do you want?” He asked, crooking his fingers inside of me. “My fingers or my cock?”

Inside me,I begged, hardly coherent enough to know if I’d said the words out loud or not. I didn’t care that we were up against a wall, with the only thing keeping anyone from seeing us being Damien’s shadows.

I longed for him, knowing that only his presence could ease the burning sensation inside of me. Damien’s playful fingers kept teasing me while my dress remained bunched up around my waist, and I clung to him.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, little witch.” He rumbled against my ear, his breath tickling my skin. “My shadows will keep anyone from seeing us, but I can’t say the same thing about themhearingus.”

Were we about to fuck in the middle of the crowded ballroom?Yes.

I nodded in agreement as Damien unzipped his pants, pulling himself out, revealing his hardening length to me. If we were somewhere else, I would have dropped to my knees right there and begged to taste him.

But this fire in me, this burning, maddening emptiness, wasn’t going away without help. Only his touch could soothe it. Was that the mating bond? Did demons feel this too?

Fisting his cock, he roughly tugged on it a few times before bringing his tip to my entrance, running it through my wetness.

Teasing me, over and over, without letting the tip slip inside.

Please.

Are you gonna be quiet, baby?

Yes.I nodded into his jacket.Now fuck me.

I didn’t care about anything else as he finally pushed inside of me, burying himself to the hilt. Neither of us said a word as he braced us against a wall, giving it to me with everything he had. Damien wrapped his free hand—the one not currently holding me in place against him—over my mouth, keeping me from making a sound.

We both lost ourselves in the sensation as he drove us higher and higher. His shadows joined in, a cool press against my skin, and I wasgone.

Exploding, just like that.

He wasn’t far behind me, and I squeezed my insides around him, feeling him growing even harder inside.

“Willow,” he groaned as he came, spilling rope after rope of cum inside of me.

Every warring emotion inside me calmed as the warmth spread through my insides, leaving me feeling peaceful and content. It was like a balm to my soul, and I felt the beast within me finally relax and let go. Damien placed a kiss on my lips before pulling out, re-situating my underwear in place before letting my dress fall back down to the ground.

“Damien,” I whispered as I took a step, fully aware of the way the shadows were dissipating from around us.

“What, baby?”

Grabbing my hand, he interlaced our fingers, giving me a guilty smile.

“Your cum is dripping out of me.”

He flashed me a devilish smile as his shadows danced up my thighs before pushing it back inside of me. “I know.” Leaning into my ear, he said to me, “At least you smell like me now.”

I hummed in response, still not having enough words for what we’d just done.

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