Page 118 of The Devil and His Goddess

I didn’t need to be told twice. I gripped her inner thighs and held them apart as I dove in. The first sweep of my tongue through her pussy was fucking sinful, gathering her need on my tongue and filling my gut with the bright essence of her pleasure. She let out a soft gasp as I curled my tongue over her clit. Her frame shook under my flick and roll, and the trembles of pleasure only got more intense when I reached up to palm her breasts and pinch her beaded nipples.

I sucked on her clit, which earned me a moan, and with a wicked grin, I pulled back to look up at her from between her legs. “How am I doing, Goddess? Do you feel my praise?”

Her body was flushed, and she stared down at me with needy desire clouding her shuttered eyes. “You’re doing well. Though, I’ve never been one for praise.”’

I smirked and let out a husky chuckle. “No. You haven’t, slut.”

The name made a fresh wave of carnal hunger burst free from her, crashing into my Incubus senses. She bit her lip and opened her legs wider, and my gaze flicked back to her wet folds. I leaned in but stopped just shy of actually touching her, letting my breath tease her sensitive core.

“This is how you actually like being worshipped, isn’t it, Goddess?”

“Perseus,” she panted weakly, moving her hips in an attempt to make contact with me.

I grinned and flicked her clit once before pulling out of her reach. “You like being tormented and denied your praise like a filthy girl.”

Her body trembled, and she tried squeezing her legs together to get some sort of friction where she ached, but I dropped my hands back to her thighs and kept them apart so she got no relief. Her head fell against the cushion, and her back arched as her fingers dug into the chair’s arms.

The withering desperation had precum leaking from the slit of my cock. I wanted to keep teasing and denying her, but that meant denying my tongue the taste of her. I couldn’t do that, not when I was fucking addicted.

I hooked her legs over each of my shoulders and leaned in to stroke through her seam with my tongue. Her hands shot to my hair where she gripped the strands tightly as I toyed relentlessly with her bundle of nerves. She gasped and bucked her hips to meet my mouth where it worked her with expert precision. I moved at the speed and angle she loved most, and it wasn’t long before she shattered on my tastebuds.

I soaked up the delicacy of her release in both the physical taste on my lips and the one that danced around my gut, fueling me while simultaneously making me hungry formore.

She let go of my hair as her legs turned to jelly and slipped off my shoulders. I grabbed her hands and pulled her off the chair so she straddled my lap in the floor, her robe still hanging around her bent elbows.

Her eyes met mine as she trailed her hands up my neck to tease the skin along my jaw. “Your goddess has more to her request.”

Smiling, I ran my own hands from her back to her waist. “And what would that be?”

She paused and searched my gaze. Stroking my cheek, she asked, “Do you still have the mask?”

Raising a brow, I nodded.

“I want you to wear it,” she said slowly. She swallowed and finished, “I want you to chase me and fuck me when you catch me.”

I knew this was one of Harper’s fantasies. It had been from the start. While we’d been having plenty of sex, we hadn’t done anything that extreme sincebefore. I had no doubt that Harper was doing amazing in her journey of healing, and I didn’t doubt her strength.

Still, the part of me that had learned to fear hesitated and made me ask, “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I am. He’s taken enough from me. I don’t want him to have this, too.”

My brave girl was unwavering in the way she spoke and watched me. She wanted this, and I was nothing if not a slave to her commands. So long as she wanted something, I’d do everything I could to give it to her.

I didn’t look away from her face as I held my hand out to the side, only for the black-and-white skull mask to appear in my palm. Her chest hitched as an excited gleam entered her eye. My demonic form appeared, and I worked the mask down my horns. “You better get to running, Goddess.”

Arousal permeated the air. She leapt off my lap and raced through the bedroom, pulling her robe back on as she went. I finished pulling the mask on and tucked my hair into the back of it as her pounding feet darted through the house and out the backdoor.

I stood and went to the window to pull the curtains back enough to see out into the moonlit backyard. The water of the pool glittered under the glow of the stars as Harper’s white-clad body ran past it and for the woods beyond.

Smirking, I appeared in a plume of shadows at the edge of the yard, watching her run into the maze of trees. I followed behind at a leisurely pace. Her pants echoed in my ears as she navigated the dark woods in nothing more than a silk robe and bare feet. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had on shoes and real clothes, though.

I’d always catch her.

In a blur of shadows, I appeared right in her path. Her eyes widened, and she slammed into me, unable to stop her momentum. She quickly pushed away to run in the opposite direction, but not before I snagged the belt that held her robe closed. The sash blew in the wind as I watched her bolt while trying to hold the robe closed with her hands.

My dick throbbed at this point, loving the wild chase. I smirked and let the filthy ideas of what I’d do to my prey once caught bounce around my head. I twirled the silk sash around my finger and resumed my stroll through the woods, keeping that flash of white in my field of view at all times.

When I caught sight of her stumbling, I appeared in front of her again, catching her only to spin around and pin her between a tree and my body. She gasped and held my upper arms as her robe fell open. Before she could process what had happened, I pulled her hands off me and wrapped them behind the tree, tying them up with the sash. With her secured, I stepped back and surveyed the state she was in.

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