Page 44 of Demise

“It’s so beautiful,” she says softly.

I come up behind her, resting my head on the top of hers as my hands wrap around her waist.

“You should see it all decorated, full of laughter and dancing.”

A small smile touches her face.

“I’d love to.”

“You and Asher could use it for your official wedding. If you want.”

She turns to look at me, a slight dip in her features.

“We don’t need an official wedding. We already have a marriage certificate. Signed, sealed, and delivered.”

I shrug. “It matters to the Brethren. Though Asher let it slip that you two are already married, traditionally speaking, it’s what’s done.”

She’s quiet for a moment as she nods.

“Will you marry Annie here?”

I can’t help but scoff as I shake my head.

“Fuck no. The wedding will probably be somewhere in Salem. I’d never take her here.”

Skyla tilts her head to the side.

“How come?”

I unwind my hands from her waist and lift one to cup her cheek as I speak.

“Because now I’ve brought you here. Anyone else will pale in comparison. Every step you take, every inch of this world you touch instantly becomes imprinted with you. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone to even attempt a competition with you, because they’ll always come up short.”

She lets out a sarcastic laugh and shakes her head, turning her face away from me, but I don’t let her. My hold on her cheek tightens as I force her to face me once more. I don’t speak but I can see the understanding in her eyes. I’m not trying to butter her up, I’m not whispering sweet nothings to inflate her ego. I mean it, all of it.

Skyla swallows softly as she wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me. I close the remaining distance between the two of us, our lips pressing against each other as our bodies collide. There isn’t more than a quarter inch of space between us at any given moment and it’s fucking perfect.

One of my hands dives into the back of her hair, holding a tight grip on her, while the other goes to her throat, cupping it delicately as I deepen the kiss. She doesn’t want it delicate today, though. I feel her teeth sink into my lower lip, tugging for a moment before she releases me and does it again and again. Our tongues tangle together in a lust induced haze that has us both scrambling for more.

Skyla drops to her knees, her hands making quick work of my belt before she’s dragging my pants and boxers down to my ankles. She sucks my cock into her mouth and down her throat, forcing a guttural groan to rip through me.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that, such a good girl.”

Those green eyes fly up, landing on me as she continues sucking me, her tongue wrapping around the tip of my cock before trailing down to the base. I feel her hand come up to cradle my balls, and it forces me to toss my head back on a moan.

My hips begin thrusting as I force myself deeper and deeper until she’s choking and gagging on me. She pulls her head back to breathe for a moment, but that’s all I allow her before I’m forcing my way back down her throat once more. Her eyes begin to water, and drool begins to drip down my cock. It’s a sloppy blow job, and I love every goddamn second of it.

I feel my balls begin to tighten, but I need more of her before I’m finished. Forcing myself away from her, she releases my cock with an audible pop before I’m dragging her to her feet. She looks up at me in a daze, seeking direction, but I don’t speak. Instead, I grab her leggings, yanking them down and over her shoes before tossing them to the other side of the room.

In the next moment, I grab her ass and lift her into the air, backing us up until her back is plastered against one of the pillars. Lining my cock up to her entrance, I waste no time in sinking myself into her. She squirms for a moment, trying to adjust to me, but I don’t give her much time before I begin savagely thrusting into her. She whimpers and wiggles on me, but the pouty moans that begin pouring from her sweet lips tells me she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

“Fuck, Ronan,” she moans.

“Excuse me? What’s my name?”

“Daddy,” she corrects, sending a satisfying thrum running through me as she does.

“That’s right. That feel good, baby? Daddy making you feel good?”

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