Page 116 of The Demon Court

Selene didn’t recognize herself in the mirror. The red flush on her cheeks had spread down her neck and chest. Her breath rattled as she waited for him to do whatever he wanted to her. This wasn’t the Selene she knew and maybe, just maybe, that was all right.

“You’re going to take me like the good girl you are,” he said gruffly. “And you’re going to forget everything. I can give you that.”

She leaned her weight against his chest, hearing his belt hit the floor and then feeling the hard flesh of him, warm and overheated, pressing against her entrance.

He hadn’t lied. This wouldn’t be a long, slow seduction. Not like the first time.

He pushed inside her, only wedging himself in halfway before he withdrew. With each movement, he rocked himself deeper. Easing further and further until she was too full, too sensitive, too much.

With her head against his shoulder, she watched the way his jaw clenched as he maintained control over himself. He stared at them, at their reflection, as though he’d never seen anything more perfect.

The other rope was still in his hand, and slowly he tugged it. Her foot dangled above the ground, just on tiptoe if she wanted to hold onto that control. But she didn’t. She trusted him.

Lust grabbed her throat, tilting her head so she could look nowhere else but their reflection. At the way his hand ringed her neck, her knee hooked over his elbow, the slow glide of his cock slipping into her pussy. Back and forth, in and out, it was almost too much. More than she could take in this moment when she felt so breakable.

The ropes bit into her thigh as she struggled to free herself for a moment before letting him take control again. She wanted to do something other than hang here, completely at his mercy. She needed…

Him.

That’s all she needed.

“Look at me, Selene.” He moved his hand from her throat, and she couldn’t stop herself from watching it glide down her body.

Fingers touched her sensitive clit, and she hissed out a long breath as he started slow, deliberate circles. A low groan ripped out of her throat.

“That’s it,” he said. “I want to hear you.”

She tilted her hips, and he hit a spot inside her that she hadn’t known existed. Selene threw her head back, mouth open on a string of moans that grew louder with each long, languid stroke. His fingers... she needed to tell him to... Yes, that. Harder, more intent, deliberate.

He played her body like an instrument he’d mastered. The orgasm hit her hard, rocking through her body as she saw stars.

“Good girl,” he growled in her ear. “Now we can start.”

Start? Hadn’t they already?

He slammed into her so hard her orgasm didn’t have a chance to stop. He prolonged it with his movements, pounding into her as he stretched her legs even wider. Suddenly she was tighter, clamping down on him as another orgasm chased the first.

The ropes dug deeper into her skin, never hurting or tearing but enough to remind her that she was suspended from the ceiling. They bit around her breasts. Their rough texture turned her thigh red around them.

Hot breath played down her neck to her sensitive breasts. She wanted to touch them, but the only thing she could do was hold on to him as he lifted her weight in his arms. She had nothing to hold but him, and her world shifted on its axis.

A third orgasm chased the others, impossible to consider that she’d come so many times in such a short amount of time, but she had underestimated a spirit of lust.

If he wanted her to come, she would come.

Letting out a keening cry, she arched into him the exact moment he shoved into her as deep as he could go. His teeth clamped down on her neck and they both groaned into each other.

She could feel his cock pulsing, and his seed already dripping down her legs. She was overheated, and somehow still not close enough to him.

He unraveled the ropes from her body slowly. Taking his time with her so she could see the red marks left there, the welts that looked exactly like ones the corset had left on him.

They didn’t hurt, so much as heighten the feeling of her being completely and utterly owned. She felt blood rushing to the areas the ropes had restricted. She felt the clench of her aching pussy and how much she wanted him back inside her. The rush of sensation and emotions was exquisite.

Pressing another kiss to her neck, he cleared his throat and whispered against her skin, “I have spent my entire life in service to others. Giving them what they want so that I could experience their pleasure. I have wanted for nothing. I have been given a kingdom, a castle, servants, and countless partners throughout the centuries. And I have never wanted anything more than I want you. You make me whole, Selene.”

And that was all it took.

The final layer of ice inside her shattered like a broken mirror. The shards embedded themselves throughout her body, but this time, Selene did not run from them. She didn’t run from him.

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