Page 24 of The Demon Prince's Accidental Mate
Belial’s fingers closed on my chin, forcing me to look up to meet his eyes. “You want me towhat? Say it,” he ordered.
“I want you to take me,” I said so quietly I didn’t think he heard me.
A giant arm reached behind me, sending all manner of bakery items crashing around as he cleared off the prep table in one swipe. I yelped as something heavyclangedonto the floor.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised as I started to object, pulling me back into the moment by kissing me again.
His body pressed into mine, lowering me down until I was flat on my back. Despite that, Belial was so huge he could lean all the way down to kiss me anyway. His massive chest smothered me, pinning me in place, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“You’re going to be covered in flour,” I said between kisses.
“Who cares,” he said, pulling my clothes off so fast and rough I thought he would rip them.
The metal of the table was cold against my bare skin, but Belial kissed me all over, raining down heat until I was panting, out of breath like I’d just run a marathon in the Sahara.
His mouth sank between my legs, which he held apart, one giant hand gripping my calves like they were nothing. His strength scared me and turned me on all at once. With my words, I’d given myself to him, and now, he was taking it.
My skin burned as he kissed his way up the insides of each thigh. When the soft warmth of his tongue slid across my clit for the first time, I jerked in surprise at the tenderness. I hadn’t expected something so soft and exploratory from someone so big and commanding. It was a different side of him.
Sinking my fingers into his hair, I pulled him against me, trying to stay focused andnotthink about what I was doing on top of one of my food prep tables. The amount of sanitizer I would need after—
“Enough of those thoughts, whatever they are,” Belial growled, attacking me with an unexpected frenzy of movements from his tongue that culminated with a finger sliding deep inside me.
I uttered some words, but my brain shut down as I raced toward a thunderous orgasm that had me flexing into a ball while my cries elongated into one big long moan. The climax hit, and I thrashed backward, unable to move away, Belial’s grip too strong to break free from.
He pleasured me in perfect timing, slowing his ministrations to match my tremors until I was left a weakened sack of bones, flush against the table, the metal now warm as my body poured off heat.
“I’m glad you enjoy that,” he growled, standing up and pulling his shirt off. My fingers scrambled for his belt and pants button. The zipper came down, and with a few tugs, his pants and underwear fell away.
I breathed in sharply through my nose as his cock sprung free into my palm. So thick and hard already, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft in a mixture of admiration, awe, and a sudden intenseneedfor him to fill me with it. I’d never been with someone quite so large before, but it looked like it should fit. Should.
Spitting in my palm, I rubbed it over the tip, grinning at him as Belial hissed in pleasure. I teased the underside of his head, gently playing with the little flap of skin there, before sliding my palm down his shaft to cup his balls, my index finger slipping past to rub the skin behind them.
Belial groaned, leaning down to kiss me as I drew more blood to his nether regions, stiffening his cock to its fullest. I tasted a hint of myself on his lips but ignored it. If he was willing to fill his mouth with me to get me off, I could handle that.
But when he pushed his cock against my opening, I wasn’t so sure about handlingthat. It was big. I was slick and dripping, eager to get fucked, however, and using my wetness to coat himself, he gently pushed forward, his eyes locked on mine, watching as he penetrated me for the first time.
“Oh my god,” I hissed, feeling myself stretch around his girthy cock. “Fuck.”
“Breathe,” he rumbled in my ear, one hand gripping his shaft, the other cradling my head. “Breathe.”
I followed his voice, breathing, relaxing, enjoying, and clenching as he thrust inch after endless inch into me.
“I can’t,” I moaned at one point. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s—”
“All the way in,” he finished.
I looked between us, shocked that it had all fit. It was all inside me. I was stuffed full of his hard dick, and no room was left.
Then his thumb brushed my clit.
“Oh, god, I don’t know, oh, god, I …” Words failed me.
“Stop me if you need to,” he said with that same unnatural tenderness. I was his, and he was taking me, his thumb against my clit, his cock thrusting in and out of my dripping cunt with slow precision, yet he wasn’t forcing himself on me. He made mewanthim to keep going.
“Don’t stop,” I hissed, my body shaking. I would come, and it would be unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“You’re tight,” he grunted. “If I keep going, I’m—”
