Page 99 of Decadence

She forgot to question it. She became a mindless creature, knowing nothing but him and his damned mouth.

He drank from her like she was the last handful of water in the desert; like he needed her to sustain his very existence.

And in that instant she knew that she would give up everything she knew just to be with him, and the realization both terrified and thrilled her.

Because he needed her as much as she needed him.

He traced tiny circles around the tender nub of her clit, going faster and faster, filling her with delicious, molten, unbearable, goodness-to-oblivion pleasure.

She held onto his horns for dear life. He growled like a savage beast, running his hands up and down her back, his claws no longer a threat.

He never let up, not even when she violently rocked back and forth, her body spasming as the beginnings of a climax rolled through her.

The wave grew bigger.

Her need opened up; a great chasm demanding to be filled…

So he did exactly that.

With his devious tongue, he performed black magic on her.

His touch was more intense, more pleasurable than anything she had ever felt before.

How the hell is he doing this to me?

The orgasm started deep in her core, tiny ripples quickly turning into a great wave. Before she could make sense of it, she was howling out her release, furiously holding onto his horns as she climaxed.

It was pure ecstasy.

Ikriss withdrew and rose to his full height, taking her into his arms. He held her as her body trembled; as she clung to him for all infinity, her nails digging into the scarred skin on his back.

She couldn’t help it. She needed an anchor;

She drew blood.

He groaned deeply, as if the pain itself was a source of pleasure to him.

She came.

The orgasm was pure transcendence.

Her body convulsed.

She saw the stars.

Ikriss lifted her off her feet and carried her backwards. His lips captured hers in a savage kiss, and she responded in kind as the aftershocks of climax coursed through her body, leaving her completely undone.

At last, she looked up.

She saw his eyes, burning like embers in the darkness.

A deep, rumbling, and utterly alien sound—a sound no human could possibly make—erupted from him, reverberating right through her as he pushed her back against a smooth, cold surface.

Glass?

Was she leaning against a window of some sort?

It didn’t matter. His kisses stole away any semblance of coherent thought. His hard body pressed against hers, and she felt every chiseled contour of him; felt his raw, dangerous power…

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