Page 106 of The Demon Court

A bargain with a demon. Never to be unmade again.

Swallowing hard, she froze as his heat pressed against her back. “I know.”

“Tell me you want this.”

“I do.”

“Tell me you want me.” A warm breath fanned where her neck and shoulder met.

“I do.” She shivered again, goosebumps raising all down her arms.

“I need to hear you say it, Selene.”

“I want you,” she whispered, feeling like she was falling apart. “I want you, and only you, Lust. I want to feel you inside me and I want to be consumed by you.”

As though the words unlocked a chain around his throat, he lunged. He grabbed her by the waist, his fingers nearly touching as he spun her around. Lips crashing down on hers, he seized one of her thighs in a punishing grip. Hiking it up over his hip, he ground himself against her as he kissed every part of her he could. Her jaw, her neck, biting at the cord of muscle there before he grabbed her hair and tilted her back. Spine bending, she dangled in his arms as he devoured her.

Kisses rained down from her throat to her chest. He snarled against her skin, little more than the demon she’d always thought him to be.

Hissing, he dragged her toward the bed. And all the while, his teeth bit down on her shoulder, leaving bite marks on her neck while he rocked against her.

Soft furs hit her back. She gasped at the sensation of warmth and heat as he crawled over her.

The light illuminated him. His eyes burned bright violet, and his horns had grown. She was certain of it. But as she reached up to trace them, trying to prove to herself that they were indeed larger, he tilted his head back. That grin, that dangerous, terrifying grin was back.

“Just how much do you want me?” he asked.

“More than you know.”

“Good.” His warm body poured over hers, and she felt the fabric rip. “Then I’m going to tear you out of this dress and make you scream.”

That should terrify her. But all she wanted was him inside her, and it didn’t matter what he said at this point.

She arched up, helping him pull all those fucking layers of fabric off her until he finally pressed himself bare to her. Her chest molded against the hard plank of his, his thigh wedged between her legs, and she rubbed her wetness against him.

He groaned at that. “So wet. All for me.”

The kiss he gave her was searing, but not nearly enough. She needed him to touch her.

No, she needed to touch him.

Even as he palmed her breasts, stroking his thumbs over her aching nipples, she knew she’d never get tired of this. She ran her hands down the muscles of his back, but she wanted more. It was like he wasn’t close enough, even though she could feel him all around her.

Bucking beneath him, she ripped her mouth from his to whisper in his ear, “I want to taste you.”

His hand trailed between them, bumping between her breasts and down her tense stomach. She knew what he was doing before he reached his goal, but she still felt her breath wheeze from her lungs as he cupped between her legs. His fingers stroked between her folds, gathering up the wetness there before holding his fingers up for her to see. “I think I’d like to taste you first, little moon.”

No, she couldn’t survive it. He’d already made her come more times than she wanted to admit without ever taking anything for himself, and right now, she wanted to take care of him.

Gritting her teeth, she locked her legs around him and rolled them both. Any other time, she might not have been able to. But he was so surprised that he went with it.

And then the sight of him beneath her? She could see the heat flushing his cheeks and how affected he was. Selene brushed her hair back, astride him for the first time, and feeling ever so powerful.

Now she could look at him. She could run her fingers over his beautiful chest. She could count the freckles that dotted down his body, and the long lines that brought her to that beautiful, massive cock.

Her mouth watered. She’d never wanted to taste a man, but this one? She refused to wait.

Sliding down his body, she looked up at him as he fisted the furs at his side. “Selene, you don’t—“

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