Page 119 of The Devil and His Goddess

Her bare breasts were exposed as the robe slipped off her shoulders, and they heaved as she tried to catch her breath after running through the woods. Her face was flushed from both exertion and hot desire, which pulsed around her body like the brightest beacon on my demonic radar.

“Look at you,” I growled, putting a slight veil over my voice to distort it into the one she associated with this mask. “What a fucking slut. Standing there like you can’t wait to be ravaged.”

Her legs shook, and she wiggled in her bindings. “So what?”

“So a girl like that needs to be punished.”

I made a casual walk around the tree, tuned into every change in her breath and smell of her desire. I traced a clawed finger up her arm, starting where her wrists were bound and circling the tree to end on her collarbone. Her fiery blue eyes fluttered, and she tilted her head almost subconsciously to give me more access to her throat.

Grinning under the mask, I wrapped my clawed hand around her neck while my other reached down to touch between her legs. “That’s right. You know who your master is, don’t you?”

She let out a condescending scoff that was nearly strangled by a pleasured groan as I rubbed her clit. “Certainly not you.”

“Oh no?”

I withdrew my finger from between her legs. Her brows immediately slammed down, and she gave a tug on her bindings. I tightened my grip on her throat, and her lips parted at the clear threat.

“Who’s in charge?” I demanded.

She didn’t answer. She stared defiantly at me, her mouth turning into a bratty grin.

Growling at the sexy sight, I used my free hand to shove the waistband of my pants down. My hard cock stood tall, and her hazy eyes locked on it as I stroked it. She bit her lip and groaned, rolling her hips slightly like she was trying to move to the slow rhythm in which I pumped myself.

“Only girls who behave get rewarded,” I gritted out, swiping my thumb over the tip of my dick to gather the precum there. “So I’ll ask again. Who’s in charge?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, I shoved my thumb into her hot mouth. Her eyes shut as she moaned around my finger and sucked on the clawed digit, all while wiggling her hips restlessly.

I yanked my hand back, which earned me a whimper. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lifted her legs and pinned her back to the tree as I stepped into her. The head of my dick barely pressed against her entrance.

“You want it?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.

“Who’s the slut?”

Her body shook, and she arched her back to rub her breasts against my torso. “Me.”

“And who’s in charge?”

She gave me a sex-crazed grin. “Me.”

I let out a pleased chuckle. “Damn right!”

I shoved into her as I tugged her down. Her head fell back as she gasped into the night air. Pleasure swept through me, flooding my fully-seated cock, and I held onto her tightly as I pumped my hips. Her body bounced between me and the tree as I fucked her hard, unrelenting in my pace and the way my cock touched her inside. I angled her hips so that I brushed her clit and the sweet spot deep inside her pussy, showering her two favorite places with attention. Her breath hitched, and her body shook in my arms as the pleasure built inside of her. She burst with a sweet cry, clenching around my shaft.

I pounded in and out of her, basking in the heaven of her orgasm. The satiated feeling in my gut paired with the hot and constant grasp around my dick had me spilling my own release into her.

I breathed hard and stayed buried inside of her as we each came down from the high of the intense sex. She pressed her forehead against mine, mask and all. As I peered at her through the black fabric over the eyes, I caught sight of her biting her lip as it trembled.

I froze, and terror seized my lungs. A thousand panicked thoughts swarmed my head. Had it been too much after all? Had I hurt her? Had I sent her back to that dark place without realizing it?

“Harper, I—”

She met my eyes and released her lip. Her mouth stretched into a euphoric and relieved grin as she confessed, “I washere. I was here with you the whole time.”

The news made my heart clench, and the panic was immediately replaced with an overwhelming sense of glee. It wasn’t pain that had tears filling her eyes. It was relief, happiness, and love.

My girl was going to be okay.

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