Page 86 of The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil

Bez frowned. A silly little pouty face of disappointment.

“Maybe we could take this into the shower,” I said. “I’m in desperate need of one.”

Bez gripped my wrists, holding me in place. “I like your scent as is.”

“I’m filthy.”

“Yes, you are.” Bez licked my neck.

“Shower, Bez.”

He nibbled on my sticky, sweaty skin until I moaned.

Dammit.

I found myself unbuttoning his pants as he ripped my tattered shirt off, his aggressive hands running over my entire body as we kissed, consumed in a fiery passion. He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing me down to my knees, which I gladly obeyed. My body tingled from his slightest touch. I was his, however he wanted me, whenever he wanted me, for as long as he wanted me.

The two of us covered in blood and sweat and grime, exhausted from a battle at the Regiment Headquarters—none of it mattered. There was only this primal desire to satisfy him.

Bez immediately thrusted his hips, demanding I get to work, which I eagerly obliged. When I gagged, he slowed so my throat could adjust to the entirety of his cock. Not an easy feat. My eyes watered, but I continued, throbbing with every muffled grunt Bez released. As I choked, Bez attempted to backstep, but I didn’t allow it, wrapping my hands at the back of his hips and squeezing his firm butt, keeping him planted so I could please him and feel the pure gratification in his pleasure.

“Off.” Bez stared down, fully erect and rubbing the tip against my lips teasingly.

Before I could say a thing, he’d dropped to his knees in a blur and taken off my jeans, flipping me onto my stomach.

Pinned to the carpeted floor, I arched my back as Bez kissed my shoulder blades. He fish hooked his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked on them. Slowly, he worked his way down the column of my spine, kissing each vertebrae with tenderness. With a gentle suddenness, he removed his fingers from my mouth and smacked my butt with a spit-covered hand, then licked lower and lower until I quivered, practically convulsing from his hungry and keen tongue work.

Bez pressed his knuckles to my lower back, remaining wordless behind me, but his demands rang clear. I arched further, allowing his hands to guide me as he entered me. I whimpered when the head pushed through, and he took slow, steady strokes until I adjusted to the length of his shaft.

I lay my head on the carpet, taking jagged, irregular breaths as he pounded harder, running his clawed hands up and down my back. When I panted between moans, he rested his hands on my rising shoulders, massaging them while holding me in place.

My cock had pulsated with every thrust of his hips. Not sure if it was because of how precisely each stroke hit or if the essence coursing between us created this masterful dual sensation. It amplified every nerve ending in my body. Our bodies.

Bez fucked me for hours in the motel room. On the floor. In the shower. The bed. The floor again. Against the paper-thin walls.

He threw me into position after position to further satisfy his cravings. On my back so he could kiss me and bite me with each stroke. Pinned and standing so my tired muscles would beg for his completion. Riding him so he could run his hands over my sweaty body while I commanded the pace with the thrust of my hips.

Days blurred, and we barely slept as he drove his cock into me nearly every waking hour. However, he did hold back slightly. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but the longer I focused on the essence inside me, the more I understood the essence coursing through him. Perhaps he was concerned I couldn’t handle his Diabolic nature. I very much intended to prove I could, but as the days drew further, I had to pull myself away.

Truthfully, I could lie next to him forever, satisfying his insatiable stamina.

But I needed to ensure things properly unfolded after the fallout of Ian’s attack, so I slid off the bed and threw on an outfit then returned to my notes.

“Toss them in a suitcase. We can sort it all later,” Bez said, remaining sprawled across the mattress. “After we leave.”

“Can’t go just yet.”

“Mm.” Bez tickled the back of my ear with a tail, teasing and sensual. “Craving me again, already? Vixen.”

“No.” My ears burned, and I swatted his tail away. “Not even close.”

“Your body would disagree.” His gaze rested on my erection where all the blood flow seemed to travel, but I very much needed that flow to go to a different head so I could focus.

“I have to finish things.”

“What’s there to finish? The misfit’s dead, the Collective is scrambling, we’re both alive and well. I say we leave before the chancellors have time to launch a futile strike, and I’m forced to kill what remains of their regiments.”

“Bez,” I whined.

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