Page 81 of The Demon Crown

“You want more?” he asked, his lips against hers.

She nodded, incapable of anything else as she tried to force him deeper inside her, but she couldn’t quite...

“Ach, greedy little thing. You want to be fucked by a demon?” His cheeks had reddened with desire.

Varya wanted nothing more.

She gave him a small nod, a meek little movement, but she wanted him to show her what he could do. What they could do together.

She didn’t expect him to palm her ass and then stand. Still inside her, moving even as he strode toward the bed. And there it was. The faintest bite of pain as he slammed into her once, twice, while standing before he lowered them both to the sheepskins.

He pulled out of her, the movement jarring and harsh even as she felt the loss of him. He spun her around onto all fours, forcing her into the position before she’d even realized what had happened.

Then he grabbed onto her hair, gently wrapping it around his fist before he pulled back. Hard.

His breath trailed down her shoulder and back. “You’re going to be a good little thief now, yes? You’re mine, Varya. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she sobbed out, because she was. Fuck, she was his, and she hadn’t expected it to happen, but it had.

He consumed her body and soul and now she wanted him. By the gods, she wanted him.

Greed slammed into her from behind, so hard she could hear his balls slap against her ass as he moved. But there it was. The friction she’d been searching for. The need for him to move faster than she could, so hard that she felt the burn. He tugged harder on her hair, forcing her to arch her back and her neck even further.

She felt like she was going to explode. She could feel that orgasm just out of her reach, so large and consuming that she feared it might break her. Yet she wanted it. Oh, she wanted to chase it for the rest of her life.

“Good girl,” he snarled, leaning over and somehow speeding up even more. He drew back and slapped her ass so hard she knew there would be a handprint, then soothed it with his massive palm.

But then he ducked down again, grinding himself against her as his hand wrapped around her throat. Her hair tumbled down her back and his lips pressed against her shoulder. “I’m yours too,” he snarled. “You’ve taken every bit of me I have to give.”

Her entire body clenched around him. She stiffened and threw her head back, her mouth falling open as he bit down on the side of her neck and every part of her shattered. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t think of anything but the orgasm ripping through her and the stilted pattern of his thrusts as he plunged harder and harder, then groaned into her ear.

“Fuck,” she whispered, barely breathing even as he lowered them to the furs. “What the fuck was that?”

He slowly pulled out of her, but remained on his knees between her legs. She looked back over her shoulder to see him intensely watching his cum leak out of her, his eyes hot and his cheeks still bright red. With his thumb, he gently pushed it back inside her, slowly rimming her entrance before pressing down hard over her clit.

The sudden spike of pleasure that rocked through her was shocking. She couldn’t. Not again. Not so soon.

But his eyes locked on hers and he continued to press firmly, and she couldn’t stop it. She came again, the second one rolling through her body as her pussy desperately clenched around nothing.

The feral grin on his face was animalistic. Then he crawled over her, rubbing his cock between her cheeks before he slid back inside her. She was too sensitive, too needy, too everything.

But he growled in her ear, “You will take me again, treasure. And again. I will hear you scream until your voice goes hoarse. Only then will I let you sleep.”

And by the gods, he was right. He worked her until she was boneless and every muscle in her body ached.

By the time she slumped across his chest, coated in sweat and cum, she barely knew her own name. But she was happy. Oh, she was happier than she’d ever been.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

He awoke to chaos.

Smoke burned his nostrils and tangled into his lungs. Greed rolled, taking Varya with him as he automatically kept her beneath him. But the flames were already licking closer to them, far closer than they should have ever gotten.

Blinking open watery eyes, he tried to see through the thick, black smoke that coiled around them. What the fuck had happened? They’d been fine. Sleeping. He’d woken up before this to pet the long blonde waves off her face where they’d stuck over her eye after their last enjoyable romp and everything had been exactly as he’d left it.

She jolted awake as though he’d slapped her. Varya tried to sit up, but he banded his arm around her chest. Forcing her to stay below the line of smoke.

“Crawl,” he growled, turning her onto her stomach and pointing at the back of the tent. “There.”

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