Page 24 of Wings of Ashes
“Mm.” Nix bit back another traitor, swoony noise as her clit pulsed from the arousing pressure.
“There you go, moving your hips and grinding against me like a good, submissive girl for me,” Bael rasped. “Does it feel good to rub your pussy on me?”
He grunted. “You don’t need to lie about enchanting me. You want a taste; I’ll give it to you. I’m used to everyone wanting to fuck me,” he said, but the tone of his voice changed. Sounding boredandpeeved at that fact.
“Well, I’m not everyone,” she breathily remarked as his kisses trailed lower, down to where her neck met her shoulder.Do not rub against him more, Nix, she tried to tell herself. He felt so good, but…Persius.
His warm lips skimmed over her collarbone, and her body quivered. “No,” he said. “You’re not, are you? You’re different. Special.”
Now he was just mocking her. Nix would have never referred to herself as “special.” Maybe “unlucky.”
“Why the fuck do they call you ugly?” he wondered aloud.
“Is this a dream or not?” she snapped at him.
He nipped at her flesh, and she gasped again. “It doesn’t feel like a dream, does it?”
His lips stretched into a smile against her skin as he kissed over the top of her chest. “Maybe I really am in your room, and maybe you are asleep. Two things can be true. Maybe you’re deep asleep, and I’m stripping your clothes off you right now, as I kiss down your body…”
He kissed a hypnotic, hidden spot on her neck that blanked her mind for a full three seconds.
“You’re…crazy,” she stated when she remembered words again.
His teeth felt like they burned a sensual mark into her skin as he bit her shoulder playfully. “Hell does that to a person.”
“You’ve…actually been to Hell?” She did not know if some of the incubi stories she knew were rumors.
“Born and raised and tortured and tossed out.” Bael’s hand shot out, and his fingers wrapped around her delicate neck. “Now, stop distracting me from my midnight meal.”
He dragged a long, thin tongue over her nape, and she realized it was a larger version of a serpent’s tongue, completely prehensile and forked at the end. It flickered and swept against her, and she shivered from the hot trail it left wherever it touched her.
“What do you know about incubi, Swan Lake?” he asked her. “Did you know that we are fabled to have sex with sleeping women?”
Nix froze.
“Willingsleeping women,” Bael clarified harshly, as if the crazy man was offended by her automatic assumption. “The fables tell tales of incubi slipping into lustful, lonely women’s rooms, keeping their minds in full slumber, and fucking them to sleep. Have you ever had a really good sex dream? You ever come in your sleep?”
Bael grabbed her hips and lifted her, so he rolled her forward and slid her tingling pussy over his hard, muscular thigh. He guided her back and forth over his hard thigh, and a little whine of pleasure caught in her throat.
“Incubi are picky, but we’re sympathetic. When we see a woman who is in need of a good fuck, we give it to her.”
Nix rolled her eyes—half at the pleasure and half at his words. “So generous.”
“Even sex demons do charity work.”
Having sex with her would becharity work? “How dare you imply—”
“I think you need an orgasm, Enchantress,” he whispered into her ear in a lascivious tone that stunned her silent. He opened his mouth so his long tongue could flick out against her lobe. “I think you need to come. Badly. You seem wound so tight. Won’t it feel so good to be unraveled?”
“W-What?”
“I think that you need to cum your brains out tonight and understand why you don’t fucking enchant a sex demon with an attitude problem.”
He moved so quickly; Nix didn’t see the knife until it was too late.
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