Page 100 of The Demon Court

“Ah, of course.” Why hadn’t he thought of that? Probably because he was already way too drunk for this conversation. Lust crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Right. Well, I’m going to sleep this off so I don’t have to talk to Minerva while I’m already far too drunk to give two shits about her. Wake me when we get there, will you?”

He didn’t need to open his eyes to see the outrage on her face. He already knew it was there.

Lust drifted off into sleep rather quickly, but it was not restful. His dreams were filled with what his impaired mind hadn’t thought about.

Minerva trapping Selene in the Tower. Him waiting outside those white, terrifying walls only to realize that he would never get her back. Listening to her screams as they tortured her for information about him. The sounds of Selene’s begging as she cried out that they were supposed to be her family. Why were they doing this to her?

It was more than he could suffer. So when he woke, sober and far too scared, he found himself rocking gently in the carriage. She stared out the window, her chin on her fist as she watched the landscape turn from bright green to a pale gray, and then nothing but white as far as the eyes could see.

His heart squeezed in his chest. She was worth so much more than what they saw in her. So much more than anything they gave her.

Because she was his. His and his alone and he would be damned if they somehow convinced her that she was less than wonderful.

Lust didn’t even realize he was moving until he felt the hard floor of the carriage pressing against his knees. Selene turned her attention away from the view and frowned down at him. “What are you doing now? I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” he murmured. Lust framed her face with his hands, drawing her lips to his. “Now, I am awake.”

It felt like those words meant a lot more than just that his eyes were open.

He kissed her, trying to press into her the thoughts that flooded his mind. He found her beautiful, stunning, heartbreakingly perfect for him. She terrified him every waking moment, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He kissed her like a drowning man who only wanted a single drop of water that was her attention.

And though he thought she would fight, Selene wilted against him. Her hands laid against his chest, then shifted up to his shoulders so her arms could hold on to him. Her breath caught in her throat and suddenly she kissed him back.

But her kiss wasn’t sweet or soft or sensitive. She nipped and bit at him, tugging on his bottom lip with a sharpness that made him hiss. Lust didn’t want this to be rough. He wanted it to be tender. He wanted to show her his fears in a way that wouldn’t let her entirely into his head.

He could do this, though. If she wanted to prove they were both alive and together in a rough manner, then so be it.

He fisted her hair, ripping her away from his mouth so he could attack her throat. He wasn’t gentle in the way he left red blotches on her neck, marks for her mother and all others to see. Dragging his teeth down the sensitive column, Lust groaned as he heard her whimper.

This wasn’t any time for luxury or lingering kisses. He pushed her skirts up, tunneling his hand through all that damned fabric until he palmed between her legs. His two middle fingers slid along her slit, finding her already wet and soaking for him.

“Were you thinking about me?” he asked, breathing in the scent of her lust and already tasting her on his tongue. “You didn’t get this wet just from a kiss.”

“Only the kiss,” she hissed, arching against his hand.

“Little liar.” He tugged at the neckline of her dress with his free hand, forcing the buttons to open without ripping them apart. He wanted to. Oh, he wanted to rip this dress to shreds so everyone would see what they had been doing on the journey.

The fabric sagged on either side of her body. He wasted no time, leaning down to suck a pink nipple into his mouth, biting down with his teeth before licking away the sting. Selene hissed again, shifting her legs to give him easier access.

And, oh, he planned on taking whatever she gave him.

Lust sucked harder as he plunged his fingers inside her. Working her to a fever pitch, each draw of his mouth mimicked by a deep plunge of his fingers. Deeper, harder, and faster until she was writhing beneath him.

Freeing her nipple with a pop, he slid down her body and lifted her skirts over his head.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless with desire.

“What I’ve been wanting to do ever since the first time I tasted you,” he growled.

Lust never stopped the onslaught of his fingers as he added his tongue into the fray. He worked her little clit with long, languid strokes. His fingers were too slow for her to do anything but suffer in his arms. As she arched, trying to get closer and create the friction she desired, he banded his free arm around her waist and held her still. A feat in itself while he was underneath her skirts.

But this was not something he’d rush. Not when he was surrounded by her in the darkness, the scent of her overwhelming as he tongued her into oblivion.

Finally, he took pity on the woman who was putty in his arms. He stiffened his tongue, drawing tight, tiny circles around her clit as he worked his fingers harder. Twisting them inside her so he scraped that perfect point that soon made her stiffen... arch...

Her throaty cry was nearly his own undoing. He wanted her. Now. Needed her like he had realized only such a short amount of time ago.

Hissing out a breath, he tossed her skirts away from himself and loomed up. Lust ground his cock against her center, and she let out another guttural cry as a second orgasm burst through her at just that mere touch. Grinning, he grabbed her chin and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.

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