Page 80 of Devour

Not so sure I believe you.

Yeah, crafting verbal responses was a bit hard right now. Maybe even impossible. Guess the mind link served a practical function after all.

Rhory responded with a very hissy, “Let me.” One that bordered on pleading and demanding, but certainly got my attention either way.

Well, if that was what he wanted. He would know better than me, and I no longer had the mental capacity to argue. Still would not recommend skipping condoms or lube and jumping right to penetration with a human body, which was where my mindset sat. It was easy for me to forget that neither of us were human, technically.

As soon as I nodded, Rhory shifted in my lap. He realigned our bodies, then sunk back down in a single fluid motion, encompassing all of me at once. That part felt indescribable, and not solely in the so-good-rendered-speechless way. Instead, it came from a certainty I could not adequately describe the distinct yet subtle differences. Obviously, very warm, but I had incorrectly assumed wet, which felt partially accurate yet not quite. More simply put, a significant decrease in friction and also a somewhat velvety sensation. An unequivocal difference, which again seemed incredibly convenient, but from an evolutionary perspective made some sense.

Even if any doubt remained despite Rhory’s pleasured breaths right in my ear, his thoughts were of nothing but sheer fulfillment. With every roll of his hips toward me, the smell of pleasure built across him. Intensifying the harder I gripped him, especially when I made my way over to his scalp and pried his head even more to the side.

So good.

Rhory’s fingers dug into my shoulder at that thought but whatever momentary concern he had left while I raked my other hand down his spine, pressing him harder against me. He moved from holding onto my neck while he rocked atop my thighs to clinging for dear life while I met each of his movements with a thrust. Very obviously enjoying himself, but—

You still want to fuck me into the mattress.

Very much so, yes. However, I did not want to get mauled in the process. Before Rhory even clicked his teeth at me again, I could tell he wanted to sink his teeth into me. If that was the price, then… yeah, I’d pay the toll. I’d been letting him bite me for a long time and he hadn’t ripped out a chunk of me yet. Rhory flopped onto his back, and I got on my knees and lunged forward to be closer to him.

Rhory’s legs wrapped around my hips with a grip that said, now that he had me, he would not be letting go. Not that he had to trap me. Both of us had thought about being together in increasing amounts of detail over the years. Though neither of us would’ve admitted then that we were planning this very moment. Being able to feel his skin against mine finally went past the limits of my imagination. Even his teeth finding my flesh couldn’t diminish the pleasure for me this time.

Yeah, undeniably fulfilling for Rhory, and so much so for me that his frantic biting did nothing to pull me out of it. If anything, all my other sensations intensified exponentially with each additional bite until my whole body tingled. Rhory’s face redirected toward mine, so growly his breaths sounded more like a purr.

Oh, and he most definitely wanted to bite me more, which should have inspired at least some unease while this close to my face, but had the opposite effect instead. I pressed our foreheads closer and thrust deeper until his legs tightened around my hips and everywhere else started to shake. You’d think seeing him climax during feeds as much as I had would’ve made this seem familiar, but he had been right. The satisfaction of feeding differed so much from that of sex. And combining the two? A full-bodied experience that satisfied in every way imaginable.

Once I went over the edge with him, I thought we would never climb back out. Not what happened, though. Coming had left us hotter, but this was supposed to be the afterglow where we collapsed with relief while panting. Not so much. I felt fuller, at least.

Rhory leaned closer and purred, “Again.” Then pecked my lips with a kiss before shifting.

“Again?” I chuckled.

“Hubby, you haven’t had sex in how long?”

“Well, technically, less than a minute ago.”

“Before that.”

“Fine. Years.”

Rhory nodded along with my admission, as if the rest of this should be obvious. “And guess who else hasn’t gotten fucked in literal years? Hm?”

That got me to smile. “Okay, but I don’t think I can—”

“Oh, you can,” Rhory cut me off. “We both can.”

He leaned in for another kiss, reached between my legs and—would you look at that, hard again.

With Rhory’s fangy smile still pressed against my lips, he pulled away just enough to speak. “You could fuck me all night if you wanted.”

“Only if you let me,” I whispered.

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RHORY

Up till now, I had only been with humans, which were relatively easy—in almost every sense. All of them were soft and fragile in comparison to me. Most were one and done, and even the more impressive ones I bedded had some kind of refractory period. As for demon on demon, a whole other category. Hubs impressed me with his untapped libido while still human, and now that he wasn’t, those hormones were raging. Phew. Almost made me feel old.

Aside from next to no downtime required, one or both of us was always horny. Which always meant yet another round of one part actual sex and another part feeding frenzy. We very well could fuck each other raw at the rate we were going. And it absolutely would be worth it even if we did. Instead of being the mostly feral creature who desired to play with his food while simultaneously fighting the urge to devour it completely, I now dealt with someone wanting exactly what I did. Except he was neither soft nor fragile. Being with my hubby meant wanting something that bit back, and using at least half my attention for self-preservation. And damn, did that ever keep us both interested.

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