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“You can’t have everything,” he says before pressing his lips to my clit. “Not yet”
This time, when he sucks on me, his claws sink into my calf and I cry out at that pleasure mixed with pain. He balances them in a way I never would have asked for.
And now, I know I won’t get enough of it.
The sharpness of it all is so sweet I fall apart before I fully understand how easily he’s flayed me open.
Not just with his claws….
I drop my head; chin to my heaving chest as I try to find my breath again. My eyes flutter open as he moves my leg from his shoulder and gently lowers me to hanging again. His cock is hard again, standing straight and already beading with cum.
My mouth waters, but I want more than just to taste him.
I want to take the Devil inside of me. To be filled with him.
“Please,” I say. The word is faint, between breaths.
“Please what?” he asks, stroking himself to tease me.
“Please fuck me.”
“Is that what you truly desire?”
“Yes.” I want to be fucked by the Devil until I can no longer remember my own name. Until there’s no chance Heaven could compare.
The webbing lowers me until I’m on my knees over him. But it’s not far enough. It holds me back, poised over the tip of his deep red cock.
“I feel as though I should warn you, little fool. If you continue to ask for everything you want, you may wind up with too much.”
“Maybe I should warn you….” I lean forward and pretend to whisper. “When it comes to you, for me, there is never going to be too much.
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Maybe you should be.” His thumb draws through my folds, the wetness of his tongue mixed with my own arousal lets him slide along me with no resistance.
I rock against him, with no thought for the claw that cuts me until it does.
The sharpness of that pain is momentary. The pleasure that comes after, lasts.
He draws his hand away from me and I ignore the scolding set of his brows. The cut is already healed and gone.
He catches me around the waist and the webs fall loose, the snake now a tattoo around my right wrist.
Released, he lets me lower myself onto his cock. I sink onto the blunt tip of him and it stretches me wide.
The breath that leaves me doesn’t provide nearly enough room, but I’m determined to take him.
“Careful, little fool.” He watches my face, hands resting on my thighs, but adding no pressure.
If I want to take him, I have to do it all on my own.
Temptation was made so a person could damn themselves, after all.
I set my palms to his chest, levering off of him, and when he smiles at me, it’s a tense and hollow thing.
He thinks I’m giving up.
Now who’s the fool?
