Page 46 of Mortal Desires

“I’m just sitting here, Vicious.”

“And it’s the longest you’ve spent without arguing with me.”

“Maybe you’re not as infuriating right now.” I shrugged and continued to look around, a new detail coming to my attention every time I let my eyes wander.

His hand abruptly closed on my chin, tilting my face so I looked at him. “Did I fucked the sourness out of you?”

I snorted a laugh. “I was just thinking how everyone thinks I'm such a good girl, all quiet and agreeable.”

He let my head go and I faced straight to his dick, completely uncovered and hard again. I salivated. What was happening here?

“They don’t know you very well then.” He circled the bed and sat right in the middle, hooves apart and back to the headboard.

I turned to look at him. “My sisters think that and they are the people who know me best,” I pushed, making my musings heard.

He snorted sarcastically. “Since you arrived you haven’t once been agreeable or sweet. And you’re definitely not good.” He crooked his fingers at me. “Come ride my cock now.”

My head tilted to the right and I bit back a remark.

“I thought we only had to do it once to seal the ritual,” I said, but I crawled his way, his dark eyes following my every movement. “You were supposed to torture me,” I said as I stopped in front of him, my hand on his shoulder to help me straddle his legs.

“I can punish you with my cock.”

“I like that too much for it to be torture.”

He reached for my beautiful dress and ripped it from my chest. His mouth came down to my nipple as I sunk on his dick, making both of us hiss.

“Something has changed,” he rasped, licking between my breasts.

“Do it again,” I begged and he did so I rode him harder. “I’m not judging myself anymore, Vicious. You brought me here to watch you touch yourself and I was drenched. And I watched you for a week thinking maybe there was something wrong with me.”

“There is something wrong with you.”

“Most definitely,” I agreed. “I just don’t care anymore.”

He growled and twisted us around, his huge presence now looming over me. He forcefully thrust back into me, and my insides burned.

“Fuck, Vicious.”

I widened my eyes and he growled. “You’ll take my knot now.”

“You keep saying—” My words abruptly stopped when a moan broke free.

Vicious lowered his face to mine, so close our noses touched. He was demonic this way, his horns looked like molten lava. I itched to touch them.

“Hold your breath and relax,” he ordered.

“What that ever—”

My mouth fell open and all the thoughts left my mind. He pushed deep, deeper than he did before, and I felt his girth widening at the base. He kept pumping into me, stretching me while I moaned until my throat went hoarse.

I wasn’t sure if he could get bigger, he was already big as it was, but he kept going again and again, taking me and making me anew. And he felt impossibly huge. My back arched and I called for him, “Vicious, oh my god.”

“My little witch, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, as lost in pleasure as I was. “You were made for me to fuck.”

My toes curled and he hit that spot deep inside me, the ridges along his dick did something powerful enough to make me lose my mind.

Power surged between us. Fanning my hair over the crisp satin sheet, shaking the bed. Warm, unmistakable power touched my skin. Vicious blinked… confused but not for one second did he stop fucking me. His rhythm never faltered.

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