Page 76 of The Demon Court

“I know.”

“I will not let you go, Selene. You will be bound to me. I don’t care what your mother or the sorceresses claimed you could do. I will never let you go.”

The soft smile on her face almost made him pause. He thought about pausing and asking what that expression was, but then she traced a finger over his lips and he was lost again.

“I know you think that,” she whispered. “You believe that you will want me all the more after this is done.”

“That won’t change, Selene. I want you. Since the first moment we brushed against each other and you denied having any reaction to me. You were the question I needed an answer to, and I’ve found that answer with you here.”

Her hands smoothed down his chest and her fingers dipped below the waistband of his pants. Those delicate fingers were dangerously close to where he wanted her to touch, where he knew she would find him hard and wanting. “Stop talking, Lust. You can put your mouth to better use.”

And oh, he certainly could.

In an instant, he had her pressed back against the mirror. He hovered his lips close to hers, not quite touching, a promise but never fulfilling it. Her skin felt like velvet underneath his fingertips as he trailed them down her shoulders, biceps, to her hands, where he curled her fingers around the edge of the mirror.

With everything in him, he promised her an evening she would never forget. An evening that he’d prepared for with centuries of practice so he could bring this woman to an earth shattering orgasm that made his ears ring for days afterward.

He sank onto his knees before her. Slowly moving his hands down her body. The silk fabric of her lovely nightgown was like a second skin. It was cold against his palms, against her pebbled nipples, down the flat plane of her belly.

Her chest rose and fell with the ragged sound of her breath. She watched him with those dark eyes, daring him to continue and yet never once hesitating. Perhaps she wanted this. Perhaps she was giving in to what they both had desired for so long.

The hem of her dress pooled at her feet, and it took so little to drag it up her lovely calves, the thickness of her strong thighs, to her waist.

Completely hairless. The woman always surprised him.

With a wry grin, he looked up at her with a lifted brow. Her cheeks were already flushed, the lazy tendrils of lust curling off her in little wisps. Lust leaned forward and breathed her in first, slow and divine, as the earthy scent of her filled his lungs. The first flick of his tongue wrenched a groan out of her lips. That sound... Oh, he couldn’t wait to hear it again.

He learned her as if she were someone entirely new, skating around the little nub where she needed him to touch. Working her until she was dripping and ready.

Her hands sank into his hair, grabbing onto his horns with a force that surprised him. Only then did he drag his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her wider, lifting a long leg over his shoulder so he could sink a finger deep inside her.

He looked up, watching as she tilted her head back. And, by all the seven kingdoms, she was glorious in this moment. Her hands held onto his horns. Her neck arched back and her muscles cast shadows in the hollows of her neck and collarbone as her jaw clenched.

“You are lovely,” he said, giving her another long, slow lick. “Absolutely divine.”

“Stop talking.” Her voice was ragged.

“Or what, little moon? You’ll punish me?” He added a second finger, a chuckle echoing deep in his throat as her knees shook. “I’m the one doing the punishing here.”

And finally, because he knew she needed it, he paid attention to her clit. He licked long and slow, then sucked hard as she let out a little mewl of pleasure. Circling his tongue round it, he twisted his fingers, working them in and out of her as his cock longed to do. He was relentless. He gave her no chance to even catch her breath until he felt the hard clench of her pussy around him and the cry that echoed out of her throat that was everything he’d hoped for.

Music. A symphony of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he growled as he pulled back from her, catching her in his arms as she fell.

She fit perfectly against his chest. And how naturally she wrapped her legs around his waist, knowing without question that he would carry her, as if she trusted him. As if she didn’t think for a moment that she was in the arms of a man she’d called a demon more times than he could count.

Selene twined her arms around his neck, her hands delving into his hair as she drew him close for a kiss that seared him to the very bone. He’d expected her to be hesitant, not this.

He didn’t even look as he stumbled toward the bed, nearly falling on top of her as he laid her out across the covers.

The dress was still up by her hips. Her dark hair splayed around her, the curls so lovely he wanted to wrap them up in his fist and hold her there. For hours. Days. Until he finally got his fill of this woman who tempted him in unnatural ways.

He leaned back, running the back of his hand over his mouth as he stared down at her.

“Why are you stopping?” she asked, breathless.

“I’m not.” He let his eyes dance over every part of her, then reached for her dress. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. I just want to make sure I remember every detail.”

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