Page 40 of Demon Sworn
My body flushes with heat at his easy acquiescence. He’s allowing me to take control, to do things at my own pace. And right now, I want to pleasure him, to make him so mindless with pleasure, he’s unrecognizable. I want this strong, arresting, prideful demon to fall apart in my hands, to praise my name in a way no one has ever done before.
I give the tip of his cock one last kiss before adjusting my attention towards his sack, licking the silky skin and then taking one side after the other into my mouth. A pained groan escapes him as I lick his balls like they’re my own personal lollipop before I bring my attention back to his aching dick.
As if he can’t stop himself, his hands tangle in my hair as I slide my tongue up the base of his shaft and then back down. Finally, I take his entire cock into my mouth, making sure to hollow my cheeks the way I’ve seen women do in porn videos.
Don’t judge. You would watch porn videos too if you were a virgin for…how many years? Too many. And all of them spent lusting after a guy who never gave you the time of day.
I deep-throat Raz like a motherfucking champ. Actually, no. I gag and tears come to my eyes when I try to swallow him down. He gently pulls my head back and tilts my chin up.
“You don’t have to do that, baby girl. Just go at your own pace.” He strokes my cheek, soothing away any embarrassment I feel about not being an instantaneous, porn star cocksucker. “Just having your mouth on me feels amazing,” he coaches. “Find a rhythm. Nice and steady.”
I wrap my lips back around his cock and suck again, this time restraining myself to the upper half, using my hand to stroke the bottom part.
“Yeah, just like that. Keep going.” I can see when his leg muscles tense, and I know I’m getting close.
“Rub my balls?” he begs softly,
I bring my free hand up to fondle his balls, all the while watching him through heavily-slitted eyes.
I can see the exact moment his control snaps, when something animalistic and primal enters his gaze. Our eyes meet, and a bolt of ice slashes through my chest, even as fire burns through me like an inferno.
He grips my upper arms, hoisting me to my feet, and then spins me around so my front is plastered against the wall and his cock is lined up with my entrance.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he whispers raggedly in my ear, his cock tantalizing my slick entrance. I groan, attempting to push myself against him, but he slaps a hand down on my ass. “Can you even fathom it? Sometimes, I think that demons don’t love the same way humans do. Their love… It’s flawed. People fall in and out of it all the time.” He wraps my hair around his fist and forces my head back, his other hand snaking around my chest to play with my breasts. He squeezes one nipple tightly, eliciting another gasp from my lips, before smoothing away the ache. “But demons… Once they fall in love, they’ll never find another again. Once they find their Center, their entire fucking world revolves around him or her. If we were to lose you?” He slams into me roughly, and I cry out, planting both of my hands on the white wall in front of me. “There would be no fucking point in existing.”
I don’t get a chance to comment on how fucking macabre and demented that mentality is. How unhealthy.
All I can focus on is Raz’s cock sliding in and out of my wet heat as he fucks me against the wall, rough and savage and completely primal. Him and me… It’s like a flame and kindling. With every thrust of his hips, the fire grows and grows until it’s a blazing inferno.
Raz pulls out and spins me around abruptly. He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist, forcing my back against the wall. I marvel at his strength as he places his arms beneath my ass, holding me up as he slides back in and pounds into me.
His eyes find my breasts just before his teeth do, and I watch through hooded eyes as he bites down hard on my nipple. I cry out, my heels digging into his skin, as he pulls the tight bud with his teeth.
“Raz, I need to—”
“You need to what, baby girl?” he growls out after releasing my breast to plant his lips to mine. His kiss contrasts his rough thrusts—the kiss is one of first love, of long nights in a field of clouds, talking about anything and everything. Raziel. Ziel.
Our tongues dance together as he continues to impale me on his monster cock. I never measured my guys’ dicks before, though now I’m seriously considering getting measuring tape, but I believe Raz has one of the largest. Or maybe Kastros—
I push all thoughts of the vengeance demon out of my head as Raz uses one hand to tilt my face up, his eyes ensnaring my own. And though there’s something distinctly controlling in that movement, I don’t consider it domineering. More…possessive. Protective, even.
It’s a song of flesh against flesh, his heat melding with my own until we’re setting the room ablaze. I pant his name as he kisses me again, and I lose myself in his lips.
My climax appears out of nowhere, but Raz doesn’t stop his punishing, relentless pace as I quiver and shudder. My inner muscles clamp around his cock like an iron vise, milking him for all that he’s worth, before I turn limp and pliable in his arms.
Raz pulls back from our kiss, his eyes fixed on me as he comes. His fingers dig into my hips. He pumps hard and fast a few last times before he sags against me, his face flush from both the shower and the orgasm.
“Katrina.” He kisses my forehead tenderly as he slides his now flaccid cock out of my channel, making me shudder with the delight of one last touch. I instantly miss the feeling of him inside of me. “If anything happened to you—”
“It won’t,” I cut in, needing to believe that myself. “Because I have you and Akor and Zolroth and Van and…and Kastros. You guys won’t let anything happen to me.”
With every word I say, I bolster my resolve.
I know in my heart that what I said is true. Nothing bad will happen to me, not with them in my life.
Nothing but death can ever keep up apart.
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