Page 81 of Devil's Delirium


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I grinned against his mouth. “As I understand it, mostly not even born.”

“Shut up, smart ass.”

“Or… you’ll punish me?” He bit my lip, his eyes glowing red, and pulled back, sliding his cock slowly deeper into me. He was hard again already. I smiled. “Show me, master. Show me where I belong.”

“God damn, you’re an addicting little thing, aren’t you.” He pulled back again and thrust in and out in quick, shallow motions.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You like that? Fuck, fuck fuck, I sure do.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t.”

He thrust harder, and as he bit into my neck, I heard a pop, knowing he’d drawn blood. But I didn’t care. I felt so good; the sharpnesswas just what I needed. He reached between us to rub my engorged clit, and in seconds, we came together, screaming in exquisite bliss.

After a few quiet minutes of catching our breath, he rested his forehead against mine and slipped out of me. “Fucking hell, Tess. I don’t know who’s gonna tame who here.”

I smirked at him. He made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world, all by taking control and telling me to shut up. “I don’t know about you, but I’m completely feral, so maybe that’s your answer.”

He narrowed his eyes on me. “What do you want?”

“Huh?” I didn’t know what he was getting at.

“You heard me. What do you want?”

I widened my eyes and glanced in both directions beside us. “Uh, I think I just got everything I deserve.”

He cocked his head, like he was suspicious of something. “Not even close. What. Do. You. Want?” I’d just let him rut me like a demon, and he thought I was hiding something?

There was nothing left of me to hide.

But there was one thing I ached for, and he was the only one who could give it to me.

“There was that promise you gave me last time. That I could run my hands over your body for as long as I wanted.”

His expression softened, and his lips curled up slowly. “That’s all?” While he unstrapped me, starting from my ankles and working his way up, he kissed me. First my legs, then my hips, my arms, my chest, all the way up until I was free. When I finally stood on my own two feet, I was a little wobbly, so he helped me to the bed. With each step, I felt stronger. I’d just needed a minute to readjust to being in control of my own body again.

As we approached the bed, I braced myself, planted my feet and pushed him. He laughed as I crawled over him, straddled his hips, and ran my hands up his chiseled abs, over his hard pecs and shoulders.

He gazed at me, eyes half-hooded and put his hands behind his head. His cock pressed against me. But I was too enthralled by the feel of his glorious skin against my palms. The hard-muscled planes of his torso quivered under my touch, and my breath faltered.

“I’m not sure who’s more spellbound here, monstre.”

I licked my lips. “It’s definitely me.”

But the flattery was appreciated.

It didn’t matter how ridiculous the concept was; a woman wanted to be worshiped. The rush was intoxicating.

He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know about that.”

I swirled a fingertip around his nipple, watched his eyes flare crimson like a laser beam, and then stroked the other side, reveling in how the little bud hardened under my fingers. “What does it mean when your eyes flash red like that?”

“That I’m losing control.” His voice was monstrous, deep and gravelly, more so than usual, but it housed a hint of vulnerability, too.

A small child deep inside the demon, hiding from the world.

I shivered. “You’re very good at keeping still while you lose control.”

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