Page 18 of Demon Seed
My hands grip her hips, positioning her beneath me as I trail open-mouthed kisses across her chest, lavishing equal attention on her neglected breast. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer as soft moans spill from her lips.
When I finally position myself between her thighs, the heat of her core nearly undoes me. I enter her slowly, savoring the exquisite pressure as her body yields to mine. A guttural sound tears from my throat as I bury myself entirely within her.
"Look at me," I command, needing to see those eyes—the only light that's ever penetrated my black heart.
My beautiful mate. Mine.
"Vesper," she whispers, her voice already ragged with need.
"I need you," I murmur against her throat, trailing kisses down the elegant column of her neck as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy, relishing every second.
"More," Selene demands, arching beneath me.
Something primal awakens inside me at her command. My careful rhythm falters, giving way to something more desperate, more demanding. Her moans grow louder, encouraging the beast within me.
"Turn over," I growl, my voice barely recognizable.
Her eyes flash with anticipation as she complies, positioning herself on hands and knees before me. The sight of her like this—surrendered, waiting—nearly undoes me. I grasp her hips, pulling her against me with a force that makes us both cry out.
Gone is my gentleness now. Each thrust is ruthless, claiming and marking her as mine in the most primal way. She matches my ferocity, pushing back against me, taking everything I give her and demanding more.
"Vesper," she cries, her voice breaking as pleasure builds between us.
The sound of my name on her lips is my undoing.
I grip Selene's hips tighter as she trembles beneath me, her fingers curling into the sheets. The room fills with our ragged breaths and the scent of our joining—wild, primal, intoxicating. Her skin glows like moonlight against the darkness of our bed,and I can't help but marvel at how perfectly she was made for me.
"You're mine," I growl, leaning forward to trail my fangs along the curve of her spine.
She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Yours," she gasps, my name a prayer on her tongue.
I slow my pace, wanting to savor every second of her surrender. My hand slides around her waist, fingers splaying across the flat plane of her belly. Something possessive and ancient stirs inside me at the touch.
"I'm going to fill you with my children," I whisper against her ear, feeling her shudder beneath me. "I won’t give you any rest, my little moon.”
Selene whimpers, pushing back against me with renewed desperation.
"Would you like that?" I ask, nipping at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "To carry my heirs inside you?"
"Yes," she breathes, her voice breaking with emotion. "Gods, yes."
"I can already feel them growing," I whisper against her ear, feeling her shiver at my words. "You’re carrying two little souls. Our twins."
“Yes! I can feel them, too,” she screams as she begins to unravel.
I growl in satisfaction, my demonic nature surging with possessive pride. My mate, my future, my eternity.
“More…more.” Selene’s body trembles beneath mine, skin slick with sweat.
I grip Selene's hips harder, my claws leaving crescent marks that will fade by morning. The sight of her—flushed and desperate—drives me to a punishing rhythm.
I lean down, turning her head to capture her mouth, tasting the sweetness there. My fangs graze her bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood that I lick away with a growl. Her taste—even this small sample—sends fire racing through my veins.
"Mine," I snarl against her throat, where her pulse hammers wildly. "Say it. Say it now."
"Yours," she whimpers, arching beneath me. "Always yours."
The pressure builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each thrust. I slide my hand around her, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that will send her over the edge. Her walls clench around me as I stroke her in time with my thrusts.
