The roughness of the bark only adds to my heightened senses, everything mixing together as one while his textured cock slides in and out at a brutal pace.
Eryx grabs my hips, his talons biting into my flesh and drawing blood. I dig my nails in deeper, and a heavy growl of satisfaction leaves him when his blood pools on the surface of his dark violet skin.
My mouth aches to lean forward and lick it, to bite him over the crescent shaped wounds and make him mine. But something in me holds back. The idea of marking him like that without his permission doesn’t sit right with my soul.
So instead, I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him with the same kind of feral energy he’s fucking me with. Every move he makes is intense, causing noises to fall from my lips I didn’t even know I was capable of making.
A clawed hand moves between us, his thumb pressing down on that sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing the euphoric feeling to climb to new heights once again. Thistime, I chase it with him, rolling my hips so that the pressure on my clit pulses.
“Come on my cock, Love.”
“Choke me,” I beg, remembering the thrill of having his hand around my throat. “Take away all my air and fill me up with only you.”
That possessive gleam in his eyes burns with a passion I didn’t think him capable of. He does exactly as I ask. His fingers flexing around my pulse point as his palm cuts off my oxygen.
Utter bliss consumes me as I hold onto his wrists, letting my head fall back as ripples of pleasure fill me to the brim. I silently explode, attempting to cry out, but no sound leaves my lips.
Eryx thrusts in one more time before I feel his cock twitch inside of me, a warmth spreading as his seed coats my insides and meticulously marks me as his.
Eryx’s hand moves from my throat to the back of my head, drawing me in for a kiss filled with so much passion I am afraid I will drown in it. But I don’t think I care because this demon is mine, and after he swore to protect me for as long as I live, I am determined to live a very long time at his side.
Chapter 8
I claimed her.Thoroughly.
Evolet is laying on the bed, propped up with pillows and looking like a freshly fucked goddess as I bring her a cup of tea. She takes it with a smile.
“Thank you.”
Knowing I took her virginity rather brutally, I reach out with my ether, using it to heal away the pain.
“I’m okay, Eryx. I like knowing what you did to me.”
With a smile, I place a hand on her stomach and search for tearing or anything that can cause lasting damage. Surprisingly, there isn’t much, but I heal away that too and let the feeling of being full of me linger.
She breathes out a shaky laugh. “It’s like I can still feel you there.”
I can’t help but grin up at her. “Already ready for round two?”
She shoves my shoulder with a chuckle, shaking herhead. “It would be like round three. I never knew anything could feel like that.”
I take her arm, pressing a kiss over our mating mark and feeling guilty I haven’t told her the truth of it yet. The color is starting to fade, which means our time to accept this is running out.
My fangs hungered for her when I was buried deep. Something primal in me took over, and I knew it was the mate bond calling us to bind our souls together for eternity. But I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t without her permission.
Just as I’m about to try and open the topic with her, the color in Evolet’s face drains and her hand goes to her mouth.
“Oh my gods!”
“There is only one god, Ev.” If there’s one way I know to help quell her panic, it is to get her mind focused on something else.
Thankfully, I have an entire world she knows nothing about, so that part is easy.
“Really?” She drops her hand and tilts her head. “I figured since there were so many rulers of Hell, there had to be more than one ruler of Heaven.”
Shaking my head, I take her hand in mine. “There is one god and the rest are powerful angels. Take Zeus, for example, he’s not the ruler of all men, just a few within his lands. He’s not a god, but a powerful angel blessed with powers just like us demons have ours.”
She nods, then clutches at her stomach, terror lining her features.