Page 54 of Demonic Prince

“More,” I demand.

His next thrust forces me to take all of him. His blunt spikes grind against me. His balls hit the curve of my ass. I gasp at the shock of sensation, the exquisite ache of him filling me so completely.

He waits for me to look at him. “Good?”

“More,” I repeat, trembling.

He retreats, leaving me empty, before ramming back into me. I cry out. His ridges and spikes almost overwhelm me with friction. When he starts to move faster, it takes me some practice before I match his rhythm. He drives into me, his claws marking my hips, and lets me ride him.

“Can I touch myself?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes.”

My hand darts between my legs. My fingers move with frantic need while I chase a climax. Tension fills me, rising higher and higher, but still doesn’t overflow. I’m panting on the verge of whimpering, desperate for release.

“Harder.” My words become a chant. “Harder, harder.”

He shifts his angle and hits a place inside me that unlocks a deeper and stronger pleasure than anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Come for me,” he commands.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

It’s like plummeting from a cliff before opening my wings to fly.

My climax hits me hard and shudders through me. Bliss flows through my blood. I throw back my head, struggling to catch my breath.

“My turn,” he says.

Before I can ask what he means, he rolls me onto my back. I’m lying in the rose petals, their fragrance mingling with the scent of passion. His pale hair falls around his face. He’s still inside me. Still as hard as steel.

“I want to devour your lust,” he says. “Will you let me?”

“Yes.”

I grab him by the horns and drag him down to me. He groans into my mouth. When he starts to feed, I arch my spine. He kisses me while his hips rock. There’s no distance between us. It’s so intimate that my throat aches with emotion.

Rook breaks our kiss. He’s breathing hard. “Don’t want to take too much.”

His silver skin looks luminous in the moonlight. I’m clinging to him, the tension inside me already a tight knot.

He distracts me by gripping my ass. He drags sensation from me with every thrust. It’s still not enough to bring me over the edge. When I wrap my legs behind his hips, he strikes the place within me that unlocks intense pleasure.

“Oh God,” I cry. “Fuck me harder.”

Rook shows me no mercy.

With his eyes glowing crimson, he pounds into me until I’m clawing at his back. My body tightens like a bowstring before another climax hits me in a sudden release. Ecstasy flies through me. Gasping, I fall back onto the ground.

“Come inside me,” I say. “You promised.”

“Pyrah.” He grits out my name. “You will be the death of me.”

“One way or another.”

He kisses the wicked smile from my mouth, the pace of his hips relentless. He uses me for his own pleasure, which is even more erotic than my filthiest dreams. I’m nothing but the plaything of a sex demon.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters.

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