Page 25 of The Demon Prince's Accidental Mate
My hands shot out, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him down to me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I gasped in one rushed breath. “No matter what.”
I was shaking. My entire body, from my toes up to my core, to my fingers, every muscle was misfiring, twitching, and contracting as the pressure built between my legs. Belial grunted and groaned in my ear. He told me how tight I was. How wet my pussy was. How hard it made him. How good it felt around his cock. He told me he would come. Then he told me he would come for me.
The lights went out in my brain. Then on. Then out. I threw my head back, a mixture of a cry and a moan ripping from my throat as I came with a thunderous explosion that sent my walls clamping down around Belial just as he swelled inside me. I screamed, feeling like I was being ripped apart.
His titanic bellow followed as he thrust in deep, grabbing my back, lifting me into the air as white-hot seed erupted inside me. Spurt after spurt of it, each one elongating my climax as I clawed at his back, desperately trying to breathe as the pleasure stole the function of my body away from me.
We collapsed onto the table, the metal groaning under our combined weight. With a sudden gasp, air returned to me, and I arched upward under Belial, hands out wide on the table, the metal cool to the touch, helping center me as I struggled to breathe.
“What … the fuck … was that?” I panted, needing three breaths to get the one question out.
Belial grunted on top of me, pulling back slightly so I could see his face. He was frowning deeply. “Do you … did you not know what we would do?”
I made a face. “I know what sex is. I’m not dumb. But that was … that was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Way more than just a big cock should do.”
A feeling of foreign bliss caressed my mind like a warm summer breeze.
“That was because you weren’t just feeling your own pleasure,” Belial said. “You experienced mine as well.”
I experienced his orgasm. And mine.
“That was good,” I said. “Exhausting, but really good. Addicting, perhaps.”
“I know.”
A wave of clarity swept through me. Did I reallywantto become addicted to his cock? Biting my lip, I pressed him away from me, forcing him out from between my legs.
“What is this—this thing between us, Belial? What does it mean?”
Chapter Fourteen
Lily
“It’s a contract,” he said bluntly. “Binding us to each other.”
He started to get dressed without saying anything more. Was he avoiding the question? I probed at what I could feel of him in my mind, but the connection wasn’t clear enough. He wasn’t happy, but that could be for a number of reasons.
Not wanting to be the only one naked, I gathered up my clothes and pulled them on with my back to him, suddenly feeling awkward being naked in front of him. The unexpected vulnerability left me cold. As I dressed, my eyes were drawn to the mark on my forearm. Belial’s mark, the crossed staves ringed by a thorny vine.
“I know what a contract is,” I said eventually, having gathered my thoughts. “But I wasn’t agreeing to have our minds be bound together.”
“Your blood changed everything,” he said.
“It made me do something against my will,” I pointed out. “That’s not how a contract works. We had terms, and we agreed upon them. So, why did it do this?”
I tapped the side of my head for emphasis.
“I don’t know,” he said defensively. “I wasn’t expecting it, either. And I haven’t had time to dig into it, to figure out how it changed things or why.”
Time. That was something I knew all about. Or all about the lack of. Ever since the day that Fae had killed my father, my life felt like it had been go-go-go. Not just with running the bakery but processing my emotions and trying to accept that the only living link to my mother was gone. Finding her was all but impossible. I had to keep the bakery and hope she returned one day.
“I’m less concerned with the specifics, to be honest, and much more interested in how webreakit. I didn’t sign up for this, and I don’t want it.”
“You agreed …”
“To the money loan, yes,” I said. “Not to my mind being tied to yours. I can feel you in here, Belial, and it’s weird. Knowing you can feel me, that you experience my feelings, it’s … icky. I want it gone, please. So, how do we do that?”
Agreement. Surprise. For a fleeting moment, perhaps something that could be construed as sadness or disappointment.
