Page 22 of Devil's Night

His fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my vision blur. “Come for me, Nicole,” he commanded, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me feel you come on my fingers.”

And I did, the orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me trembling, my legs threatening to give out. But Sargon was there, his strong arms holding me up, his fingers still working their magic, drawing out my pleasure until I was a boneless, quivering mess in his arms.

“Again,” he said, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within me. “I want to feel you come again.”

I barely had a moment before he was coaxing another orgasm from me, pumping in and out, his thumb circling my clit. His lips and teeth continued their assault on my neck, my shoulder, the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“Sargon,” I gasped, my hands clutching at his arms, my nails digging into his skin. “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“You can,” he insisted, his voice firm, dominant. “You will, for me.”

And I did, the pleasure building inside me until I couldn’t contain it any longer, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me, leaving me panting and spent.

“Please, Sargon, I need you inside me,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desire.

“You should rest,” he murmured, but I could hear the lie in his voice. He wanted this as much as I did.

I turned to face him, my eyes flashing with defiance. “You promised to break me, Sargon.”

With one swift motion, he spun me around and lifted me up, my back pressing against the cool tiles of the shower. This was no longer the tender lovemaking from before; this was raw, unrestrained lust, a primal claiming that left no room for gentleness.

“Say it, Nicole,” he demanded as he positioned himself at my entrance. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Sargon,” I cried as he thrust into me, the sheer size of him stretching me to my limits. My legs wrapped around his waist, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into me with a ferocity that should have frightened me, but instead only made me crave more.

“You’re my mate,” he insisted, a savage snarl that sent a thrill of desire straight to my core. “Say it.”

“I’m your mate,” I managed to say, the words barely more than a moan as another orgasm tore through me. I was lost ina haze of pleasure, every thrust of his hips driving me higher, every stroke of his cock sending me spiraling closer to the edge.

He came with a roar, shuddering as he filled me with his seed, the sensation triggering yet another climax from me. We clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and water, our breaths mingling as we rode out the aftershocks of our passion.

Finally, we sank to the shower floor, our limbs entwined, our hearts beating in tandem. The water continued to rain down on us, a gentle cascade that echoed the peace that had settled over us.

“I think I need to get clean again,” I joked, my cheeks flushing as I looked up at Sargon through my lashes. “Alone this time.”

He growled low in his throat, the rumbling sound a promise of future delights. “If that’s what you wish.” His red eyes glinted with amusement as he stepped out of the shower, water sluicing off his muscular gray form.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on his body, the swirling orange markings that decorated his skin like living tattoos. The horns that swept back from his temples only added to his dangerous, alien allure.

Tearing my eyes away, I turned the water back on, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles. As I lathered up, I could feel Sargon’s gaze, intense and possessive. It made me flush all over again, my skin tingling with awareness.

When I was finally rinsed clean, Sargon leaned over and flipped a switch on the wall. The water cut off abruptly, and warm air began to circulate, drying me with gentle currents. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the sensation.

Strong arms encircled me from behind, and I leaned back against Sargon’s solid chest. He nuzzled my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin.

“You smell divine,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating against my back.

I twisted in his embrace to face him, my hands resting on the hard planes of his abdomen. “You don’t seem to mind getting dirty again.”

His mouth quirked in a wolfish grin, those pointed canines flashing. “For you? Never.”

Then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue plundering my depths. I melted against him, my fingers sliding into the damp hair at the nape of his neck. This was no tender exploration – it was a claiming, Sargon staking his possession with every brush of his lips, every rasp of his calloused hands over my skin.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard. Sargon scooped me up in his arms as easily as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest. I couldn’t resist nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his earthy, masculine scent.

He carried me over to the bed and gently deposited me on the soft sheets. I shivered, suddenly aware of my nudity in the cooler air. But Sargon was there in an instant, wrapping me in the plushest, deepest blue robe I had ever seen. The material was thick and soft, caressing my skin like a lover’s touch.

As I burrowed into the luxurious warmth, Sargon settled onto the bed beside me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. A tendril of worry snaked through me. What did he want to talk about? Had I done something wrong?

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