Page 30 of Magic and Mayhem

I refuse to move a muscle, still holding my breath, because I can sense just how close he is. But my body betrays me, apparently needing to breathe so that I don’t pass out.

The second I inhale, a large hand wraps around my arm and pulls me out of my hiding place. In the blink of an eye, Eryx’s demon face is an inch from my nose. His teeth are bared, eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen, and his muscles poised to strike.

“Mine,” he growls in that possessive way that should send terror coursing through me.

But Eryx isn’t a being I fear, so instead of cowering like I’m sure he expects, I reach out with my free hand and caress one of his horns.

His posture changes in an instant, and he leans into my touch as I stroke it again and again. Our foreheads press together and he lets out a tortured breath.

“I need to be inside of you more than anything, Love.”

“Hmm, well then, what are you waiting for?”

Our gazes connect and that wicked smile crosses his face.

“Do you enjoy tempting me? Are you craving a littlemayhem in your life?”

Pressing my lips to his, I taste the sin inside of him. His desire for me is just as strong as mine is for him, and I’m going to convince him to show me every last dirty wish he could ever have.

“I did not crawl through shards of broken glass and face off with my nightmare just to live a mediocre life, Eryx. I want magic andmayhemand everything you can give me. So if you’re tempted, then I’m telling you to go after your desires just so that I can prove to you that I can take it.”

His jaw clenches, his chest pressing against mine. “You asked for it, Love. I won’t be holding back. So let’s see if you can handle the might of a demon.”

I gasp as ropes fasten around my wrists, springing to life while weaving around my chest, stomach, and limbs until I’m suspended by the tree at my back.

My legs are spread wide open, the arousal dripping between them no doubt glistens in the moonlight. Eryx’s nostrils flare as he steps close before bending down so that his face is level with my center. He inhales and a deep reverberation echoes around us.

He presses his cheek to the inside of my thigh, the contact making me even wetter. I have no idea if this is normal or not, but after seeing the size of his dick, I know for certain I’m going to need all the lubrication I can get.

Eryx leans in, using the claws on his fingers to slice off my panties. They fall to the ground before him and his talons retract as he brings them to my aching clit. Gently, he presses down and it’s enough to have me seeing stars.

I shudder, goosebumps erupting over my entire body. My hands are tied behind my back, aching to run my fingers through his hair and put his mouth right on the spot that craves him.

But he has me fully at his mercy, and I think this might be even more fun. I have no idea what his next move will be, but I know I’ll love it.

He teases my entrance with just the tip of his finger, then his tongue darts out. It’s long and forked, making my eyes widen as he slides it up over my clit and pinches.

Oh sweet mother of the stars. He can’t be a demon—this feeling is pure heaven.

Eryx begins to lick my clit as he slowly sinks a finger inside me. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he begins to move, twisting his finger in time with the flicks of his tongue.

It feels strange, like all of the areas I want him to touch are being stimulated at the same time. The slit in the middle of his tongue creates pressure while also stroking my sensitive core.

Time begins to slow, the beat of my heart echoing in my ears as desire coils tightly within me. When Eryx’s lips fasten around my clit and he sucks, pumping that single finger in and out, my grip on reality snaps.

It’s like being thrown into water, a weightlessness taking over my entire body while pleasure consumes every nerve.

It courses through me in shockwaves, and I ride every single one of them while my demon continues to give me exactly what I’ve been craving.Release.

As I come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, he backs off of my clit and circles my entrance with his tongue, the two sides working in and out.

When I feel more of him pushing, I expect there to be added pressure, even a little pain. But that familiar ether seems to rise around him, and the only thing I can feel is pleasure as he adds a second finger.

They move up and down. I watch what he’s doing to me, reveling in just how good this feels. His shoulders are taut with tension, and his jaw is locked as he takes it slow, making my brows pinch. He looks angry.

No, he’s restraining himself.

“Stop,” I demand.

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