Page 102 of The Misfit Mage and His Darling Demon

He thrusted all the way in.

“Bez,” I moaned.

Again.

“Bez.” I quivered.

Each time I uttered his name, he pumped faster and harder into me, eliciting the deepest pleasure. Every muffled grunt and satisfied groan, unable to utter his name further only enticed him to pound with more furious passion. Even lacking the link, the bond which intertwined our sensations hadn’t dulled this moment. If anything, I felt more connected to Bez now. I wanted more than anything to feel his satisfaction, his pleasure, exciting me to work harder to understand every aspect of his body. Something we spent the last six months mastering of one another.

He stroked my cock, rubbing the precum along the head. It brought me so close I thought I’d explode until his touch stopped leaving me pulsating a breath away from cumming, edged right to the precipice of orgasming—something very unlike Bez who’d always preferred to make me cum first, watch me twitch in ecstasy before continuing only to make me convulse all over again, demanding I satisfy his delights by having my own.

“I’m sorry. I just…” He paused, putting all his weight onto my back and resting his head on the back of mine. “Do you still see me as Bez? When you learned the truth, you were fine. But am I still Bez without the devil? Was I ever?”

I grabbed his hand, pulling it close to my mouth. He’d balled a fist, not desiring or perhaps fearing affection and comfort. I stared at his tight knuckles.

“You are whoever you see yourself as. I’ve seen you as Bez, the wicked, mean devil.” I kissed a knuckle. “I’ve seen you as Bez, the gentle, caring devil.” I kissed his next knuckle. “I’ve seen you as Bez, the brave, unrelenting demon who’s saved me more times than I can count.” I kissed a third knuckle. “You are the man I love. Devil. Demon. Diabolic. You hold my heart, and you always will.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I turned, catching a glimpse of his watery crimson eyes. “Are you worried what others will think, seeing you as a demon, not a devil?”

“Fuck everyone else.” He playfully popped his hips against my ass, and I gasped at the sudden, heavy thrust. “Sorry.”

“I’m fine.” I moved my hands, bracing for any playful excitement.

“I suppose that’s what I hate, worrying what you… Not you.” Bez kissed my nape. “You’re powerful, brave, unrelenting—a real annoying quality—”

“Hey!”

“I mean that in the best way. You make me considerate of more than myself. Something I’ve struggled with for too long.” Bez moved, gentle, but at a steady pace. “I spent too long in Hell, serving the needs and attention of others, so much so I forgot myself. Lost myself. Dreamed up a demon knight friend who in the end didn’t remember a damn thing about me, not really. Even so, when I arrived here—all I wanted was to become someone who’d be remembered, worshiped, feared.”

“Loved?”

“No.” His lips quivered against my nape. “I’d never understood it. Thought it a mortal daydream. A fantasy Mora lived in.”

“Bez.” I ran my fingertips along his slow-moving hips. “Do you want to talk about it? I mean, without your cock inside me?”

We both snickered.

“Yes, I do. I want to talk to you about everything, ever, always, Wally.”

I turned to kiss him, but Bez wrapped his arms under mine, then around the back of my head, pinning me as his teeth grazed my neck. “But right now, I want to fuck you.”

He waited, running his fingers through my damp curls.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He thrusted quickly, excitingly, pounding into me for at least the next fifteen minutes from what the clock indicated when I glanced up in a haze of ecstasy. Each minute passing made my body tighten, ready and unable to hold back. I came, clawing my fingers along the floor as I erupted with fiery passion. Literally.

Black flames trailed the floor, inadvertently cast by the spark of my nails against the hardwood.

“Bez,” I said, biting back a whimper as he continued thrusting. “Bez…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He readjusted, releasing his hold, and turned my head—all while still taking steady strokes—pressing his cheek against mine so we could watch the fire trickle toward the wall, engulfing it. “I’ve got it under control.”

And he did. His essence kept the fire I’d cast in check as he continued. I lost myself in the dance of the flames, the heat licking my skin, and the arousing grunts Bez made. Slick sweat coated each of us from the ongoing passion, the fire, the desire. Savoring every second, my body shuddered in sync with Bez’s as he took twitchy thrusts when he came. He growled, feral and unwilling to stop. Resting on top of me, he kissed my shoulders, taking easy thrusts.

He stopped, leaving himself buried in me, continuing to kiss, lick, and nibble my skin.

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