Page 33 of Ruthless Demon

I love you.

Her words hit some primal part of my being, deep in my soul—at least whatever’s left of it.

An elemental force, fierce and powerful and possessive, rises up within me. I follow it, palming the back of her head and dragging her to my mouth, devouring her with a kiss. I want to taste the words on her tongue, to claim them straight from her lips.

She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around me, and the feel of her fingers threading through my hair drives me wild.

Fuck, how is it possible that my desire for her, mycravingfor her, continues to deepen every day? Just when I think I’m starting to understand the weight of my feelings for this woman, they somehow compound and grow exponentially. It’s terrifying, but it’s the same sort of fear I imagine an adrenaline junkie feels before getting on a rollercoaster.

Sophia makes a small noise into our kiss, something between a gasp and a moan, and the sound goes straight to my already hard cock. But as much as I enjoy the unconscious noises she makes when she loses herself to pleasure, it’s not the thing I want to hear from her most in this moment.

I want her words. I want them over and over and over again.

“Say it again,” I murmur gruffly, nipping at her lower lip.

She draws back a few inches, looking up at me with hooded eyes, and my gaze tracks over her face as she licks her lips and then forms the sweetest words my ears will probably ever hear.

“I love you.”

One of my hands keeps cradling the back of her head, but my other slips down between us, easily sliding beneath her clothing and finding the sweet, wet heat of her pussy.

“Again,” I demand—or maybe beg.

“I love you,” she whispers once more, although it ends in a moan as I drive a finger into her.

We fall into a hypnotic rhythm as she keeps repeating the same three words to me as I add a second finger and fuck her roughly with them. Each time she tells me what I want to hear, I drive my fingers deeper into her, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit as her wetness soaks my palm.

The words are flowing from her freely now, each time becoming easier even though the meaning never shifts.

She loves me.

This beautiful, perfect woman lovesme. The devil himself.

Our noses are only inches apart, and I don’t look away from her face for a single second. I don’t even fucking blink as I watch her come apart at the seams, writhing with pleasure, riding my hand and grinding against me like the dirty fucking vixen I know she can be.

“I love y—oh fuck, Lucifer!”

Her head tips back, her body arching against my touch as pleasure pulls a full-throated cry from her lips. I slam my mouth against hers, fucking her with my tongue the same way I’m fucking her with my fingers, dragging out the first orgasm into a second one just as intense.

“I’m not done with you,” I growl raggedly, dragging my fingers out of her slick pussy before bringing them to her mouth. “Taste how sweet you are, little bird. Maybe then you’ll understand why I’m so fucking addicted.”

Her pupils are wide and blown out as she wraps her lips around my fingers, drawing them deep into her mouth. My cock throbs, angry at not being the one between her perfect lips, and I clench my jaw as I struggle to maintain a shred of control.

“Turn around,” I rasp, slowly dragging my fingers from her mouth. She licks her lips, and when she hesitates too long, still lost in the daze of her first two climaxes, I do it for her, grabbing her hips and spinning her toward the wall.

Then I step closer to her, using my larger form to pin her to the wall outside the cave, allowing her skin to brush against the rough and warm rocks. My breathing is labored as I tug at her clothes, shoving them out of the way enough to reveal her bare ass to me. She shivers, goose bumps spreading across her skin as I grip her hips, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

“I warned you from the beginning that I’m not a good man,” I say, my voice low. “That I take what I want. That I don’t hold back. And right now, I want to fuck you until you feel meeverywhere. I want to stuff your pretty pussy full of my cock, because that’s what she loves, doesn’t she?”

“Yes!” she whimpers, her breathing choppy and ragged. “I love it. My pussy loves it. Please…”

It’s a wonder I’m still standing upright with all the blood in my body rushing to my cock. I shove my own clothing out of the way and fist myself, dragging the head of my dick through her folds as I use my other hand to tug her hips away from the wall, making her bend forward and putting her ass on even more prominent display.

I notch myself at her entrance, but rather than thrusting inside right away, I sink in slowly, letting her feel every small movement as I stretch her open.

“You’ve always been such a good girl,” I rasp, massaging her ass roughly, watching the skin turn pink from the pressure of my fingers. “You take me so well, but I wonder if you have your limits. Do you have limits, Sophia?”

“Not for you,” she replies immediately, her words breathless.

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