Page 67 of A Heart Disguised 1

“Your Grace, I swear, you’ll be the death of me if you continue to ravish me while I’m merely trying to refresh myself.”

Darius chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “Consider it a husband’s prerogative,” he murmured, his eyes alight with mischief. He teased Robin’s wine-tinged nipples with his fingers, watching with satisfaction as the boy writhed beneath his touch, each lick and nip drawing forth moans that were music to the demon lord’s ears.

“Please, Your Grace,” Robin panted, his cheeks flushed with arousal. “A moment’s respite… just a moment…”

“As you wish,” Darius conceded, though the wicked glint in his eyes suggested he had no intention of allowing Robin to rest for long. He continued to tease and toy with the boy, his touches light and playful, designed to stoke the flames of Robin’s desire rather than quench them.

Soon, Darius could no longer resist the temptation. He positioned himself at Robin’s entrance, his cock aching with the need to claim what was now rightfully his. With a smooth, relentless thrust, he drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in that welcoming heat.

Robin threw his head back, a sharp cry escaping his throat. “Oh—” he began, his eyes glazing with pleasure.

With a growl, he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a ruthless rhythm that had Robin bouncing wildly atop him. The angle was just right, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside Robin that made his eyes roll back in ecstasy as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Darius reveled in the feel of Robin’s tight heat enveloping him, meeting each downward motion with an upward surge that drove them both toward the precipice of pleasure. The exquisite sensation spurred him to increase his pace, his grip tightening on Robin’s hips as he guided their frenzied dance.

Darius went harder, faster, delighted in the way Robin’s body welcomed his. The boy’s cries filled the room—a beautiful melody of ecstasy that went straight to Darius’ head, more potent than the finest wine.

Robin met each of his thrusts with equal fervor, his legs locking around Darius’ waist as he bounced on the demon lord’s cock with abandon. “Oh, stars above,” he cried, his fingers digging crescents into Darius’ back. “Your Grace, don’t stop—”

Darius had no intention of stopping. He drove into Robin’s body with a primal need that threatened his carefully maintained control. The boy’s inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, massaging his length with scalding heat.

Robin’s cries grew increasingly incoherent as he hurtled toward another climax. His body trembled, slick with a mixture of their sweat, and his cock pulsed weakly between them, adding to the mess of their lovemaking.

“Come for me again, little bird,” Darius commanded, his voice harsh with his own rising desire. “Fly apart for me.”

Robin cried out, his body bowing as the pleasure tore through him. His seed spurted against Darius’ belly, but this time, there was no softness, no gentleness to their joining. This was raw and primal, a claiming in every sense of the word.

As Robin’s inner walls clenched around him, Darius felt his own release building like a storm. With a final, punishing thrust, he came, crying out hoarsely as he spilled himself deep inside that tight, silken heat.

Collapsing onto Robin’s heaving chest, Darius buried his face in the crook of the boy’s neck. The scent of their lovemaking, heady and intoxicating, filled his senses, yet even as Robin lay sated and boneless beneath him, the demon lord felt the stirrings of renewed desire. There was an insatiable hunger in him—a need to claim and reclaim, to stamp his essence upon every inch of Robin’s being.

With a low growl that resonated with unspent passion, he withdrew from the tight clasp of Robin’s body and scooped the boy into his arms. He positioned the boy against the plush armchair, its opulent upholstery now witness to their carnal dance. Without missing a beat, he resumed his fervent thrusts, claiming Robin’s body with a passion that burned hotter than the fires of his own infernal realm.

Robin’s legs instinctively wrapped around Darius’ waist, his body impaled on the demon lord’s thick, hard length. Darius gripped Robin’s hips firmly, holding him in place as he began to move with long deep strokes that had the boy burying his face against his neck to muffle his cries of ecstasy.

Darius marveled at Robin’s capacity for pleasure, taking a devilish delight in drawing out climax after climax from the pliant form beneath him. With each release that shook Robin’s slender frame, Darius felt an answering surge of satisfaction.

Robin’s body squeezed around him, the tight heat milking Darius’ cock with each thrust until he could hold back no longer. When he felt Robin’s body begin to quiver with yet another impending orgasm, Darius joined him in blissful release. With a final, shuddering thrust, Darius came, his hot seed filling Robin’s willing body as the boy’s own release painted their joined forms with streaks of pearly white.

But rest was not yet on the horizon. Darius was far from finished with his little bird.

Even as Robin’s body relaxed against his, the demon lord could feel the boy’s heart still pounding, the aftershocks of pleasure making his breath come in short, sharp gasps. There was a flush to his cheeks, and his lips were puffy and reddened from kisses and bites. He was a vision of wanton beauty—and Darius wanted more.

With an impish smirk tugging at his lips, Darius lifted Robin once more. This time he stood, planting his feet firmly on thecool floor as he held Robin aloft. The boy wrapped his legs around Darius’ waist in a viselike grip, trusting completely in the demon lord’s strength.

Darius plowed into Robin with deep, relentless strokes. Each one sent shivers through both their bodies and elicited muffled cries from Robin as he buried his face against Darius’ neck.

When Robin came again, it was with a fervor that painted Darius’ belly with streaks of warmth. The boy’s inner muscles clenched tightly around him in response, drawing forth Darius’ own climax as they stood locked together in passion’s embrace.

Not yet willing to part from the exquisite warmth of Robin’s body, Darius carried them to the bed. The boy was a boneless, sated mess, his eyes heavy with impending sleep.

But Darius wasn’t quite done.

He laid Robin down with care before lifting both of the boy’s legs over his shoulders, spreading him wide as he thrust once more into that tight, familiar heat. The new angle allowed for deeper penetration, and Darius set about lovingly fucking him once more—hot and hard.

Darius set a relentless pace, determined to leave his mark on Robin—both physically and emotionally. The boy was his now, and he wanted no doubt in Robin’s mind about that.

As dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Darius released one final time inside Robin. The boy’s eyes drifted closed, and he fell asleep with Darius still buried deep inside him. The demon lord’s hand tweaked Robin’s nipples, drawing one last shudder from the sleeping boy before he released his seed, his final kiss a tender press of lips on Robin’s mouth. “Our lives together will certainly be an adventure,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and something softer. “I can hardly wait.”

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