Page 60 of The Demon Prince's Accidental Mate
“But there are hotels all around us,” I added. “If you truly are a prince, you should be able to afford a room, right?”
His response was to grab my hand and haul me up the incline toward the nearest hotel, pausing only long enough to buy me some new clothes from a little tourist shop. We all but ran into the lobby, where he produced a wad of cash from somewhere and basically flung it at the front desk in exchange for a room key.
“They so think I’m a prostitute right now,” I muttered as the doors closed and the elevator started upward.
“Fuck them,” he said, pinning me to the wall with his body. “They don’t matter. None of it matters. Nothing but you.”
I licked my lips, looking up at him through my eyelashes, feeling the heat of his body, the press of his muscles, and the growing bulge between his legs.
Then he kissed me, and I remembered nothing else until the elevatordinged. A moment later, the clatter of the doors rolling open forced us apart. My lips still burned from his hungry mouth, and my body was quite literally on fire as Bee took me by the hand, leading me to the door marked on our room key.
It beeped open as he tapped the card, and then we were inside, our clothes flying everywhere as we undressed ourselves and each other, leaving the floor looking like a warzone leading to the shower.
There he soaped me from head to toe, cleaning me with gentle touches, playful pinches, and a lustful intensity that left me dripping long after the towel had fallen away. He led me to the couch, where a fire flickered in the gas fireplace under a television, warming the air around us.
We moved first to the couch and then the floor, exploring one another’s bodies with kisses until we were both panting, bodies raging with hormones and a desire to get to it.
But Belial didn’t rush a thing. He pushed me down into the carpet, his eyes gleaming with a joy he rarely let show. It was good to see him enjoying himself.
“Now, to show you I’m a man of my word,” he said with a chuckle, kissing his way over my breasts, tweaking my nipples playfully before making his way between my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, gripping handfuls of the thick area rug, my body twisting this way and that.
“They say demons talk in tongues,” he mumbled over my clit.
“Shut up and lick my pussy,” I said with a laugh.
Instead, he started licking my ass. I gasped. I’d never had anyone do that to me. It was so forbidden, so naughty. And yet it felt sogood. I moaned, grabbing at his hair, too stunned to protest and enjoying it too much to ask him to stop.
When a finger finally slid into my pussy, it needed no help. I was soaking wet, more than ready to move on to the next stage. I wanted his cock, and I wanted it deep inside me. I craved it. Longed for it.
And I forgot all about it the moment the tip of his tongue flicked over my clit. My muscles went limp, and I sagged back into the carpet. Although I wasn’t a virgin, Belial was the first to take his time, force me to relax, enjoy the attention, and make sure it was all about me.
He was the first to care about me.
That realization shot through me a moment before I came hard all over his tongue, my cries filling the hotel room as pleasure overcame me. The warm tingles that followed the explosion were warmer and fuzzier than any before.
Despite how things had started between us, despite me being a “normal” human, despiteeverything, Belial had come to care about me. There were a million reasons for him to keep his distance, and no good ones not to.
And yet he did.
Overcome with lust at the thought, I pushed him to the floor, straddling his waist, his cock resting against my ass, hard as a rock in my hand, as I reached behind my back.
“Now this is a fucking sight to behold,” he growled, his eyes wide and burning with flame as he drank in my body, his hands running up my sides, grabbing me by my ribs and lifting me. “Put it inside you.”
Biting down my lip at the command, I positioned the tip of his dick against my lips, sliding it back and forth, slowly spreading them until he entered me. I melted, my muscles deflating, though he kept me in the air, so I didn’t suddenly impale myself on him without warning.
Inch by inch, he lowered me, his biceps never trembling, never tiring. He was so impossibly strong. I ran my fingers up his arms, feeling the flex of his muscles there and across his core.
By the time I finally came to rest on the floor, he was groaning from how deep his cock penetrated me, and my pussy was trembling around his shaft, my body on the edge of another orgasm.
We sat and rocked against one another for a while, time having no meaning. Thirty seconds or five minutes, I had no clue. It didn’t matter.
All I knew was that, at some point, I no longer wanted to be treated gently. I didn’t want to be his precious thing.
“Fuck me,” I ordered, his cock surging inside me, swelling as it stiffened fully.
“Gladly,” he growled, grabbing my waist and lifting me slightly.
