Page 140 of The Demon Court

She’d never… no, had never…. oh god, he did it again.

His tongue trailed over every inch of her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything other than his wickedly talented tongue and how it delved into places she’d never even thought a man would want to lick. Except he did. The groans he made as he devoured her were enough to send another rush between her legs.

Her first orgasm hit hard enough to bend her elbows. Her second made her thighs shake. By the third that chased the other two, she was quaking on the bed while he held her hips up for his mouth.

“Lust,” she moaned, desperate for more, even though she didn’t think she could take another orgasm. “Please.”

“You know I love to hear you beg.” He kissed her inner thigh before moving behind her. And then she felt him, the wedge of his thick cock against her pussy and how much it would hurt in the best way possible. “Now do it again.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

“You can do better than that.” He dragged his cock up and down her slit, teasing her, making her shiver with desire. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”

She whined again before forcing her mind back to the present. “Please fuck me.”

“With what?”

“Your cock?” It came out as more of a question.

“And?”

“Your fingers.”

“And?” The tip of his cock slid inside her, the burn exquisite before she could even think to reply.

“And anything else you want to fuck me with, just please, fuck me already.”

He chucked at the growl in her voice and then slid all the way inside her. They both groaned at the same time, their voices mingling as he began to move.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, his hands grabbing onto her hips so hard she thought he might leave bruises. “Now tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the first time you kissed me.”

“Well before that.” Lust drew back and slammed inside her, hard.

She gasped and braced herself on her forearms, trying to hold herself still for him while he moved in and out at a blinding speed that had another orgasm barreling toward her.

“Go ahead,” he said, deep and low in her ear. He bent over her, his hand bracketing her throat as he snarled, “I want to feel you come on my cock, little one.”

And she did. So hard that he had to stop moving because she squeezed him too tight. He hissed out a long breath and the moment she was finished, aftershocks still running all the way into her fingertips, he pulled out of her.

A little sound of disappointment was all she could make before he was there again, flipping her onto her back and then drawing her up into his arms. She was suddenly face to face with him, her arms draped over his shoulders and her legs over his hips.

He held her aloft, one arm braced underneath her bottom and the other slowly feeding his cock inside her once again. This angle, the intimacy of it, staring directly into his eyes, almost made her come again within seconds.

Breathing hard, he held her gaze as though his life depended on it.

“I will not lose you again,” he said, his voice guttural with every stroke of his body inside hers. “You are mine, just as I am yours. You are everything to me, Selene.”

“I will not live without you either,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that consumed her entire soul. “I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Lust, my demon king. You have my heart and my soul.” She flexed her shoulders, taking over the rhythm as his head fell back. She pressed kisses to the long column of his throat and tortured him for long moments of quiet, slow movements before she couldn’t take it anymore.

Selene dragged her teeth down his neck and whispered, “I want to feel you come inside me.”

The snarl that ripped out of him was nothing short of animalistic. Hard, rough strokes pounded up into her. They both chased the starlight one more time, rushing toward an end that bound them together even more tightly.

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