Page 51 of The Devil and His Goddess

Hiscunt.

A new wave of hunger blasted through me, settling right where his two fingers continued to work my entrance. Even more than that, I honed in on what he’d said and could only think one thing.

Perseus.

I’d been ignoring this desperate desire I had for Perseus, his charms, and his body all in the name of fear, and my bodycertainlyfelt deprived. It wanted release, but not just any release.

My body craved golden skin lining up with mine.

My nipples hardened with the need to have heavily ringed fingers tweaking and pulling on them.

My pussy weeped for the man who kept it on fire with his mere gaze, sensual smirk, or brief touch.

“Fuck,” my demon hissed, suddenly pumping his fingers harder into me. “Who are you thinking about that has you so damn wet and clenching around my fingers, hmm?”

I bit my lip to stave off the breathy groan that built in my chest. Instead of answering him, I shook my head.

His hand abruptly slipped free of my pants. His slick fingers gripped my cheeks hard, forcing my lips to pucker, and he yanked my head toward him. His claws had reformed, and they pricked into my skin. The slight bite of pain only made me wetter.

“Answer me,” he commanded in a snarl, which made his fang-like canines flash in the moonlit alley.

Despite not being able to see the majority of his face or eyes through the skull mask, I felt his gaze searing into me with the demand.

“I want him,” I relented in a string of breathless words.

I shifted, pressing my ass against his cock, which was confined in his pants. I shamelessly ground myself against the hard length, uncaring about the circulation being cut off in my fingers or about our very public surroundings. All I wanted was to get the truth off my chest. I wanted release. I wantedhim.

“Who?” he queried with a voice like gravel.

To punctuate the question, he rolled his hips, dry-humping me where I pressed down on him. I gasped and opened my legs wider so he could settle between them on the steps, my knees and upper torso bracing my body against the cold metal.

“Perseus,” I finally answered. “I want Perseus.”

He groaned and ground the thick mass in his pants right against my throbbing clit. I couldn’t contain my moan of delight. My fingers gripped the ribbon securing my hands as though holding onto it would allow me to hold onto the sensation funneling through my center.

“You want him?” my demon rasped, not letting up on the rolling of his hips. His body touched me right where I craved it most. “Shout his name. Tell the world who you want filling that dirty cunt.”

“Perseus!” I moaned into the frigid night air. I bucked my own hips to match the friction my demon applied to my covered clit. “Perseus!”

I’d finally said it aloud—the name of the man I desired most—and the confession was like floodgates releasing a too-full lake. Now that the truth was out there, I couldn’t stop the name from continuously pouring from my lips as I let this masked demon dry-hump me closer and closer to the brink of no return.

“Perseus!” I practically screamed. “Perseus!”

“That’s right,” my demon growled as he gripped my hair in one clawed hand and held my hip with the other. His confined and straining dick rubbed against me relentlessly as he finished, “Cry out for the one you really want.”

“Perseus!”

My voice came out desperate and shaky as the heat between my legs reached its breaking point. My bound arms and spread legs shook as a blissful release crashed through me in a dizzying rush. I couldn’t catch my breath, and when my masked demon didn’t stop his attention to my clit, I feared I’d never breathe right again.

Just as I opened my mouth to beg for mercy, a hollow metallic crash sounded at the other end of the alley. I screamed and looked that way, but it was far too dark to see the other end of the long stretch. Also seeming to realize that we weren’t alone, my demon gave one small tug of the pointe shoe ribbon. It snapped as though made of nothing, freeing me.

I quickly righted myself and spun around to make a break for it only to find I was alone. The demon had vanished, leaving me alone on the stairs with cum soaking my underwear and panic drenching my veins.

The crash sounded like someone running into and knocking over metal trash cans. It could’ve very well been an alley cat or a large rodent, but it also could’ve been a person drawn down here by the sounds the demon and I had been making.

Shaken and embarrassed, I fumbled to grab my belongings and raced out of the alley the way I’d been dragged in. I didn’t care how weird I looked running down the sidewalk with my ruined pointe shoes still tied to each wrist or my crazed hair.

I didn’t slow until I reached my car, and I didn’t stop to think until I was safely across the threshold of my home. I leaned against the front door and took my first calm breath.

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