Page 80 of The Demon Crown

She stood in front of him, waiting to see what he would do next.

Greed placed his massive hands on either side of her ribcage, feeling her breathing stretch them. Inhale, exhale, as his eyes trailed down from her lips, her neck, to her breasts, like a physical touch.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning forward to lick at her already stiffened nipple. “Lovely, lovely, lovely.”

He wrapped his lips around one, drawing it into his mouth with a slow, sensual pull. She tilted her head back and tried to quiet her moan. Someone might hear them. They would know she wasn’t just bringing Greed to their festival, but she was fucking him.

Oh gods, she might be loving him and that was dangerous. That was so dangerous.

Claws gently scraped her skin, and she felt her breath stutter as goosebumps rose down her back. His hands slid down, those big palms dipping into her pants and pushing them down her legs.

“Step out of them,” he muttered, then returned his attention to placing open-mouthed kisses along her skin.

She did what she was told. For once.

One of his hands moved, leaving a cold wind in its wake. Varya blinked her eyes open, wondering what he was doing, only to look down and realize he’d freed himself from his pants. That ridiculously large cock, jutting up between his legs and already leaking pre-cum down the veiny side, pointed right at her.

And oh, it was so tempting to just sink down upon him and to finally know what it felt like to have a demon inside her.

But then he cupped her breasts in each hand, thumbing over her nipples as he watched with rapt attention. At the same time, his tail slid up between her legs, gently stroking her folds as he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasped. “So perfect.”

The sound of his voice saying that did things to her that she didn’t know if she liked. A rush of wetness flooded between her legs and her stomach clenched, trying to catch the desire running away from her. She wanted. She needed.

“I think the gods made you for me,” he murmured, tugging her forward as if he knew what was in her mind. He palmed her ass, his fingers digging hard into her skin as he urged her to spread her legs wide around him. He held onto her weight as though she were a feather. “They taunt me with the sound of your gasps and memory of your taste.”

He held her above him, spread wide above that cock he fisted. Slowly, he drew his hand up and down the velvety hardness that she wanted inside her until she whimpered. Varya watched him, incapable of taking her eyes off that movement.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he breathed, his lips pressing against her neck, right over the flutter of her pulse. “I’ll be nice this time, because you were such a good girl sucking my cock on the ballroom floor. But this is the only time I’ll be so nice, Varya. I told you, I want your pleasure and your pain. And you will give it to me.”

Oh, gods, she wanted that, though. She wanted to give him both at the same time. She wanted that knife’s edge of pain to make this that much more pleasurable.

As he lowered her, forcing her to spread herself wide around that massive cock, she realized it didn’t matter. Her legs trembled as he stroked the head of himself against her entrance. Back, forward, circling her clit, and then just passing over where she wanted him most desperately.

“Tell me,” he said, that filthy mouth never stopping. “Tell me what you want, treasure.”

“You,” she gasped.

His hips bucked. The tip of his cock wedged into her entrance, impossibly large and oh so right. He sank inside, stretching her, filling her, as he pulled her lower and lower on his cock.

Varya arched her back, a moan echoing out of her mouth that didn’t sound like her at all. That was a woman possessed. As he pulled her down again, she wondered if he had already consumed her.

His thumb circled over her clit, slow little movements until she sank all the way down. Hips flushed with his, devouring him whole.

Greed moved his hand from her ribs, trailing up her side, between her breasts, until his hand wrapped around her throat. Not enough to be painful, but just enough so she couldn’t get all the air she wanted.

He dragged her forward, the open-mouthed kiss he gave her utterly divine. “Move, Varya. Take what you want from me.”

And that sounded delicious.

She lifted her hips, lifting until he almost fell out of her and then sinking back down onto him. She had to stand on her tiptoes just to get that far, but the slow glide of him made both of them groan.

He was too big. Too much. And it was perfect in every way.

Greed dragged her closer, forcing her to arch her back as he caught one of her nipples in his mouth again. He angled her hips so every movement of hers dragged his cock even deeper while his mouth did utterly sinful things to her body.

His hands glided up and down her back, touching everything all at the same time as she chased her pleasure. And it felt like she was using him. But he was right here with her at the same time. His hips rolling against hers, his mouth moving from hers to her breast and back again.

She ground down against him, seeking that almost painful point of pleasure. Wanting to know what it felt like to shatter all around him.

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