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He fucks me like he thinks it’s a punishment. Like driving into me this hard will drive some sense in along with his cock… or maybe it will drive my need out.
My wicked and wanton heart relishes it.
But It’s not enough.
I grab his hand and drag it to my mouth, sucking his forefinger as deeply as I can without gagging.
I want to be so full of him I burst.
“It would serve you right if I kept you,” the Devil says, punctuating the threat with hard thrusts.
There has to be some consequence to staying this high for this long.
There has to be a fall waiting at the other end.
I don’t care.
I’ll take the risk.
Eternal damnation is worth it.
His grip tightens, his tail twists and I come so hard I swear the fire beyond the windows dims as I squirm against his hold and the fullness within me.
But it doesn’t take me as long to find my wits this time. They were already far enough gone. My baseline has moved.
He thrusts into me again and again, and when he pulls from me, flipping me on my back on the table, his come sprays across me.
Bright red, it pours over me, splashing on my skin. On the altar, and the floor beyond.
Watching his face as we both breathe hard, I marvel at the sight of him…. At the way his jaw is set, and the burning darkness of his eyes.
I want to see that again.
My wicked heart wants to claim him as my own. To Hell with the consequences.
My skin stains red as his cum soaks into me.
Marked by the Devil… marked by vengeance.
The world above has nothing to offer me that could compare.
The Devil presses a kiss to the crux of my neck, the corner of my jaw….
“Wicked, wanton little fool. You come so prettily, it makes me want to keep you.”
He kisses me and I swallow the words that linger on my lips when he pulls away.
I want to be kept.
Scooping me up in his arms, his wings flutter, stretching out to their full width.
“Are you afraid of heights?” He asks, brows pinching.
“No.”
“Good.” With a huge flap of those wings, we shoot upward into the darkness.
Up and up we fly, past dozens of dark arches and the winding, jagged line of stairs, until his wings fold tight and we fall back to a sweeping balcony that has no rail.
