Page 67 of The Demon Crown

It sparked through her veins and made her toes curl on either side of his head. And though there were still whispers in the back of her mind, she also recognized who was in control. She was. And if she wanted him to lick harder, she could grind down on him. If she wanted him to stop talking, she could smother him as he worshipped her.

He did it again, his tongue tracing circles around her clit, and she bucked on him. He grasped either side of her hips, forcing her to remain in place while he put that tongue to better use than just hissing out praise.

She didn’t want to hear him, and now she didn’t have to.

Whimpering around his cock, she swallowed him like it was the last thing she’d ever do. Varya stroked, sucked, and pulled until she felt him tightening underneath her. Until she felt that harsh coil in her belly tightening and tightening.

She couldn’t think. Could hardly keep up a regular rhythm, but he was helping with that. Greed lifted his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he sucked hard on her clit. And there it was, the pinpoint of pain that burst into a thousand sparks of pleasure. She rode the wave, grinding her pussy against that tongue and lips that brought her down from the shockwave as she pulled her mouth away from him to moan against his inner thigh.

Varya came down slowly, her hand still pumping him and those soft growls echoing against her belly through his chest.

Breathing hard, she slipped him back into her mouth and cupped him. Rolling his balls between her fingers until an actual growl erupted from between her thighs. He pulsed in her hand, spraying his cum into the back of her mouth, both salty and warm and everything she’d wanted it to be.

By the gods, he’d unraveled her. He’d wormed his way into her heart and she didn’t even know the man. Couldn’t know him. He was a thousand year old demon, and she’d made him cum in her mouth like a regular commoner.

And she’d do it again. A thousand times over.

“Fuck.” His voice rang in the room before he let out a little chuckle. “The things you do to me, treasure.”

“Oh?” She could barely lift her head from his leather covered thigh. “Like what?”

He slapped her ass so hard the sound echoed through the ballroom. He’d left a handprint with that one, but the slight sting made heat burn through her yet again. She could do this with him all night.

Then she was laughing. Chuckling along with him as they both tried to get their bearings on the floor of the ballroom. What had come over her? What had she even done?

But she couldn’t feel guilty about it. She’d taken what she wanted, and Varya felt like she was glowing. She wasn’t broken after all.

Fuck the Horde. She could still enjoy herself immensely.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Greed followed her back to his bedroom in a daze. After piecing themselves back together after the best orgasm of his life, he’d insisted that she eat more. She’d been so injured that food hadn’t been her top priority and he wanted her to eat. He wanted her to consume as much as she could, and then he would bring her back to his bedroom and show her what else he could do with his massive cock.

She’d seemed to like that well enough, even if she’d had to stretch her mouth so wide that her lips were still red and puffy from the effort. But gods, he appreciated that effort.

He was still stunned. He’d never had a woman try to murder him with her pussy stealing all his air. He’d thought that would be rather demeaning, but he couldn’t get enough of it. Fuck the air. He didn’t need to breathe. He was immortal and if that was how he died... What a way to go.

Greed’s thoughts turned heated again. He felt like he needed to thank her somehow. That he needed to prove to her that he could do the same. After all, she had thoroughly changed the way he would forever see that ballroom floor.

It would take centuries to wipe away the image of her folds glistening above him, all that gold pouring off her body as if she was a goddess of old and wanted a sacrifice who could survive molten metal.

Ah. He was already uncomfortably hard again.

Trailing behind her through the halls, his eyes couldn’t look at anything but the sway of her hips and how lovely her ass looked underneath that fabric. His. All his.

He knew she’d said she was no one’s other than her own, but he knew the sound of her crying out in pleasure now. Greed would not stop hunting that sound for the rest of his life. It was the prettiest song he’d ever heard.

They reached the door to his bedroom, and he knew something was wrong. Both Ivo and Morag stood outside the doors, wearing matching expressions of displeasure as the two of them approached.

Apparently, it was time for him to be a king again and not just the man fawning over the young woman he’d found in the middle of the desert.

Sighing, he ushered Varya into the room and caught her chin in his hand. Staring down at those swollen lips, he gently skated his thumb over the lower one. “We’ll have to continue this another time.”

“Is everything all right?”

“It’ll all be fine.” Using her chin, he pulled her closer so he could kiss her. Hard. Hard enough to bite and leave a mark for when he came back. “We’re not done talking.”

“We didn’t do much talking.”

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