Page 104 of Demonic Prince

A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Just gentle?”

“Yes.”

His ass flexes under my hands as he slides out. My fingers indent his flesh. He strokes back into me, slowly, torturing me, until I tighten like a bowstring about to be loosened. His tail coils around my leg and strokes my thigh.

“Not that gentle,” I say, unable to hide my frustration.

When he thrusts again, his wings sweep the air.

“Take me deep,” I cry out when his balls hit my ass. “Yes!”

I relinquish my hold on his ass, reluctantly, and curl my fingers around his horns. I bring him down for a kiss. I can taste my own arousal on him. His tongue fucks my mouth in time with his hips. It’s mind-meltingly erotic.

Every muscle in my legs clenches. Ecstasy shudders through me.

Groaning, Rook throbs through his own release. He fills me until I’m overflowing and his seed drips down between my thighs.

Holding him by the horns, I kiss him again. “More.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX

In the ruins of the royal bath, we wash together.

His fingers skim over my breasts, his claws tracing shivers. Too tempted to resist, I stroke him in my hand. He lifts me onto the edge of the bath, his thigh muscles taut as he holds me, and I hook my legs behind his hips. He hammers into me without mercy. Harder and harder while I beg for it. Tension shatters deep inside me and I cry out.

“Good girl,” Rook murmurs against my neck.

He carries me out of the pool and lets me ride him on the gilded tile floor. His tail slides into my slickness and rubs me until I’m panting and frantic. When I climax again, I drench him, even though he’s already wet from the bath.

Finally, I sprawl out with his chest as my pillow. Bliss dances through my blood.

“How many times did I come?” I ask, breathless.

“You lost count?”

I laugh and wrap my hand around his cock. “Mine.” I play with his spikes.

“Just my cock?” he teases, his eyes glinting.

“All of you. Though maybe I’m especially possessive ofthis.”

He grunts, a sound of primal satisfaction.

“Rook, I still remember why you first came.”

“You felt so good?”

I swat his shoulder. “No! God. I meant why you came to my cave and bound me in aellurium. You still need my dragonfire.”

He lifts himself on his elbows to look at me. “The Forgotten Tower is dangerous.”

I snort. “If it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be a very good dungeon.”

He frowns at me. “Pyrah, after what happened with Scaldric…”

“We defeated him.”

“He’s not dead. And I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

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