Page 108 of Prince of Demons
“Wait, Kesh?—”
Her cunt was swollen bright pink between her thighs, still soaking from her orgasm. Her entrance flushed open in anticipation.
“No.”
His voice was not his own. His body was not his own.
Kesh kept her anchored with a hand curled around her hip. He ripped his leathers open with the other, ruining them in the process. His cock sprang free, and the relief of it made a hoarse moan tear from his throat. It throbbed with his pounding heartbeat, the pronounced ridges nearly purple with the need to claim what was his.
He didn’t have a single drop of patience left to spare. Growling, he palmed her pussy, forced her thighs wider apart until her cunt gaped like a little mouth for him, pressed his knees between hers to keep her spread, and sank his cock into her without a moment’s hesitation.
“Ah! Sh-it! Fuck!”
He pushed the cartilage ridges on his crown through her opening in one, smooth push of his hips, and she screamed and cursed and smacked the floor with one hand.
He didn’t stop—couldn’t. He pushed deeper, forcing her pelvic bone to give way with the brutal shape of his cock. Everything was sharp, deep bliss, so powerful he could barely contain it.
He reached the narrowest part of her pelvis, and her hips jerked forward, instincts to escape briefly overriding trust. He caught her around the waist, fingers gripping tight, and held her steady as he slowly pushed through her final resistance.
She cried out again, but this time, the pain was laced with pleasure-laced submission as the tip of his cock finally kissed her cervix. “Kesh…!”
He fell on top of her, one arm trembling around her middle, the other barely holding his weight. Every inch of his cock screamed with sensation, the wet, tight heat of her more than he could take, yet nothing—nothing—would ever make him separate from her again. This was redemption. This was home.
“I love you so much I can barely breathe, Georgia. You are my everything, my reason, my soul.” The words spilled from his lips, raw and unfiltered, pulled from the bliss of their connection.
“As you are mine,” she whispered, one hand briefly lifting to skim his arm in a caress before she planted it on the plush carpet again. Bracing for what her body knew came next.
His first thrust was slow, reverent. It didn’t last.
White-hot pleasure raked through his blood as her pussy grasped at his cock and squeezed his ridges. There was nothing left of his control. Nothing left in the world but burning, all-consuming need.
She screamed as he fucked her, bucked and writhed and clawed at the floor, first to get away, then in an orgasm that had her cunt fluttering and squeezing on his thrusting cock in maddening spasms.
It didn’t so much as slow him.
His hips slapped a hard, brutal rhythm against her ass, every hard-wired instinct in his body determined to wring the strength from her trembling form, until the power in her blood could no longer hope to resist his claim.
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
She came again, and this time, when her pussy seized on his girth, he surrendered.
“Fuck! Fuck, Georgia—!” His magic came in a torrent, the darkness sweeping through his blood as his balls drew up tight. And released.
He cried out, blind with ecstasy, gone on the bliss of orgasm and instinct. Everything was heat and relief and tight, maddening perfection. He pounded her pussy through their shared orgasm, snarling with the maddening sensation until, finally, she collapsed underneath him, wrung of the last ounce of her strength.
Then, he struck.
His teeth clamped shut around the back of her neck as the most primordial part of his power flooded from him and deep into her, searing her skin and marking her blood.
Only some long minutes later, when his magic finally ebbed and his cock had no more semen left to give her cervix, did he relax his jaws and gently lower them both to the floor, bodies still locked together.
Georgia panted softly underneath him, eyes rolled back, barely conscious. But when he kissed her nape and curled his body on top of hers with the instinctive need to protect her while she recovered, she let out a soft laugh.
“That… hnngh… wow.”
