Page 9 of Ex-Mas
Without another word, Adrian shoves himself inside of me in one solid thrust, my breathing becoming a thing of the past as I feel his nails dig into my skin to pin me in place. I’m already restrained, yet with the position he has me in, I can’t move a muscle. “Lysandra,” he growls, and I have to admit hearing someone as powerful as him sound this wrecked does something to me.
He’s a demon and he’s still feral for me.
Smirking into his snowflake sheets, I flex my cunt as tightly as I can. “Yes?”
“You feel exactly how I remember,” he admits, and I swear I hear my Adrian in there. “Do you feel me?”
He pulls back only to thrust even deeper, scaring me for a moment until I realize he hasn’t changed his cock. It’s still the same one that used to make me squirt, that hit spots inside of me I didn’t know existed. He’s not ripping me in half at all.
At least not yet.
Stifling a moan, I nod, eyes squeezed shut as my bound fingers search for something to grasp. “I feel you.”
As he sets a deep, brutal pace, I swear I can feel it swelling inside of me, my pussy more full than I’ve ever felt before. “Do you know what I could do to you right now?”
I don’t know how he expects me to answer — or if that’s a threat or just dirty talk — but either way, there’s something inside of me that tells me to tread very, very carefully here.
Too bad I don’t listen to myself.
“Make me come?” I grunt. “We both know you didn’t go through all this manipulative bullshit just to fuck me to death on day one.”
Chuckling, he leans down and bites my shoulder hard, his tongue sliding along the blood I know is pooling there. “You wouldn’t die. I could bring you right back to this as many times as I wanted.”
That’s weirdly, morbidly hot. I don’t know what that says about me, but I doubt I’ll ever find out. I don’t think Hell has therapists on their payroll.
Shivering, I try to wiggle to give myself some breathing room, but he has me trulypinned. “I‘m not as easily broken as you think.”
“I know. It’s what I’ve always loved about you,” he admits, sucking on the skin he split. “Not even Hell can put out the fire in you.”
There he is. Relaxing, I finally let myself enjoy the steady, brutal pace he set, the way the bite stings, how full I feel. I won’t beg, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel every bit as good as I remember.
“Goddamnit, you’re exactly what I remember.” He says as though he can read my mind, then sits up to spank my ass hard like he’s punishing me for it.
Did I say I wasn’t going to beg? I really want him to do that again.
“Does that piss you off, baby?” I goad. “You can’t hate me, can you? Not when it feels like this.”
He slows to a grind, both hands slapping down harder than the first time, and then suddenly something is slithering along my arm toward my face.
“What the fuck?” I snap, pleasure taking a backseat once again to fear. If I ever manage to get off, it’ll be the most confusing orgasm I’ve ever had. “Adrian, I swear to God I’ll stab you again if you put a fucking snake on me or are letting someone else touch me.”
“I’d never let someone else touch you, and I’ll kill the ones that have when I’m done. That’s all me. You asked for my demon form, that includes my tail.”
Just then it tightens around my throat, preventing me from saying any of the stupid things that spring to mind.
A fuckingtail!?
It squeezes my throat just right as he fucks me slower, lulling me down until the stars I’m seeing have nothing to do with the twinkle lights around the room.
It’s better than any drug.
“Oh,” I whimper out, eyelids fluttering as my pussy clenches.
I love the way it makes him throb. “Yeah... oh.”
His long tongue slides up my neck as his thrusts speed up, the tip of his tail ghosting along my lip like he’s considering gagging me with it.
Curiosity takes such a strong hold that I can’t help it, I open my mouth and lick the tip to invite him in.
