Page 107 of The Demon Court

His voice choked as she licked him from base to tip. His head slammed back into the furs, the cords of his neck standing out in stark relief as she slowly tongued him. And if this didn’t make her feel even more like a goddess. Here was a demon king in the palm of her hand, literally, and she had never felt more in control over anything in her life.

He was too thick to swallow, but she tried her best. She tongued his head until that pearlescent liquid glittered at the tip. Salty and musky, just like him, she licked it up before sucking him deep into her mouth. Over and over, she worked him until his breath was little more than a hiss from his lungs.

And then suddenly, she was flipped again. He splayed her out on the bed, breathing hard and glaring down at her like she’d done something wrong.

But his hands were gentle as he stretched her arms over her head. Arching up, she presented herself like some kind of offering for a dark god.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he snarled, his voice at odds with his words. “And you drive me mad.”

The broad head of him settled against her entrance. Too big. She knew he would fill her to near pain and for some reason, the thought had a rush of adrenaline running right to her head. “No more than you drive me mad.”

One of his hands released hers, sliding between them as he dragged his cock against her slick folds. “Are you thinking about those other men right now?”

She shook her head, biting her lip. “Only you.”

“Why’s that?” That flare of jealous violet grew even brighter.

“There are none worth remembering.”

“Good.” He pressed against her, not enough for the head to enter her, but enough so she could feel a slight burn. “You’ll never remember anyone but me after this.”

She spasmed, only to feel him press further into her. Stretching, aching, pulsing with so much heat, he speared through her.

A choked sound erupted from between her lips as he slid inside her with a groan that she could feel deep in his chest. Deeper, continuing, could he go any deeper? Surely not. Surely there wasn’t more of him that she had to take?

Selene didn’t know if she was even breathing. He drew back, and she sucked in air, only to feel it all rush out of her again as he pulsed forward, more of him pressing inside her until she felt his hips brush against hers. Seated. Fully. Stretched beyond what she’d thought she could take and so. Damned. Full.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his arm banding beneath her shoulder blades and tilting her back, sinking deeper with even that slight movement. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and started moving. Stroking inside her, slow at first and mimicking each long flick of his tongue.

Was she supposed to move? She couldn’t remember. All she could do was let him hold her as he fell into a rhythm that felt so good she could already see stars. Her core spasmed around him, and he groaned again.

“Yes, baby.” Lust nipped at her, the sting of pain quickly soothed with the long stroke of his tongue. “Let me feel you come.”

Like lightning had struck, that was all it took. She exploded around him, clenching so hard he had to stop moving as she whimpered in his arms. She’d never felt like this before, as if the stars were close enough to touch.

As she spiraled down, he snarled in her ear. “I said to scream my name, Selene. We won’t stop until you do.”

And then he slammed into her. Hard. Enough for the pleasure to get brighter, and that wasn’t possible. She’d come. She’d already gotten so close to the stars and every hard stroke of him seemed to prolong it. To thrust her closer to that bright pinprick of light with every movement until she was shaking her head. “What are you doing?”

“What I’m good at.”

“Lust.“ No, it was too close to pain now. Too close to pleasure that bit and ached and shattered.

He didn’t listen to her. Every hard stroke was merciless to her whimpering pleas, and he slid a hand between their bellies to press his thumb hard against her clit.

It was too much. Belatedly, she realized she could feel his power. The air was thick with it, pouring out of him in waves that wrapped around her senses until she could almost feel his own pleasure. The way he slid into her so easily and the grip of her pussy around him, how she held onto him with every retreat as though she didn’t want to let him go.

She refused to endure this on her own. This was them, together, and it always would be.

Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him back to her lips. Snarling into his mouth, she said, “You are mine, just as I am yours. Come with me, Demon.”

He bared his teeth that suddenly looked filed and sharp. And Selene opened the floodgates in her mind. All her buried lust. Years of it. Drowned out with so many emotions that came barreling out at the same time.

Though they were locked in a stare, she saw his eyes roll back in his head. His fingers flexed against her, pressing harder and circling around her clit until it was too much. The perfect feeling as those talented fingers brought her closer and closer.

He nipped at her neck. “I want to feel you come around my cock, little moon. Come for me.”

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