Page 141 of The Bonds of Indigo

“More confidently, or I’ll pin you down and come all over you, then leave you soaked and fucking needy.”

At the dragging of the piercings of my cock against her clit, she vibrates slightly. “Yes, yes. I understand.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“Y-You,” she pants. “You, please.”

Grinning, I push an inch into her. “That’s right, and so even with my cock inside of you, Amarah—” I continue to slowly move deeper, the heat of her making my skin vibrate as gooseflesh prickles across my arms. She feels incredible, and I’ve had plenty of pussy in my life to know I’m not exaggerating when I say she’s the best I’ve ever had. And all I’ll ever want until the day I die. “I’ll tell you you’re mine. That I’ll turn this godsdamn planet upside down to find you, so good fucking luck getting away.”

I meet her back wall and lean over her. She’s breathing so hard that the windows are already fogging up. “Do you understand me?”

“I understand. I do. Please, please fuck me.”

“You sound so good begging for me.”

And then I give her what she’s asking for. I pull my hips back and thrust forward, her back immediately lifting from the leather seat. It gives me just enough of an angle to inch even further inside of her.

Her calf is resting against my shoulder, and I pull her hips up to give me means to move in a fluid motion in and out of her.

“You take me so fucking good, little slayer. How’s my cock feel inside of you?”

Both of her hands fly above her head to grab onto the door, keeping herself from hitting her head. She tilts her gaze down to me, her cheeks stained with red lust, eyes glazed. “So godsdamn good. Please, don’t stop.”

“Like it was made for you?” I lean further over her, her leg creeping higher as I spread her until she goes stiff. “It feels that way to me.”

The sound of her moans and arousal as I pound into her have my body reacting in such a way that I’ve become hooked. Images of Lucifer making her sound like this, and his equally beautiful noises, makes me groan.

Grabbing her by the throat, I jerk us back to a seated position and drag her into my lap. My hand slides between us before I tighten my grip around her neck. When I find her clit between my index and middle finger, I circle it, feeling the tension, and she immediately starts to twitch.

“Were you, little slayer?” Now my voice is coming through as a heated pant. “Were you made for me?” The moment her head flies back, I growl. “Eyes on me when you come.”

She snaps her gaze to me, and as tears roll down her cheeks, she says, “Yes. Yes. Yes!” Her entire body vibrates, and when she tightens around me, I prevent her from breathing. She’s forced to not hold back, and as she comes all over my cock, I pinch and swipe against her sensitive bud.

After her legs begin to stop shaking, I let her throat go. She sucks in a harsh breath, and I immediately grab her shirt and throw it over her head.

I take mine off before wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her to me after unclipping her bra. She’s still trying to find her breath, but I can’t stop from kissing her.

Gods, she’s so beautiful.

Her legs begin moving her up and down on top of me. The sound of her soaked cunt swallowing my cock is just as loud as my groans.

I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping and tugging as if memorizing every strand. When she does the same, starting from my beard and moving to the hair on my head, a tremor runs through me.

“That’s it, little slayer. Do you want to come again?”

When she tries to pull away to speak, I hold her to me. I’m a talker when fucking, and now that I don’t have to stop kissing to do so, oh she’s fucked.

“Answer me.” I drag my hand down the curve of her waist, grabbing on to her pear-shaped hip and thrusting upward. Her scream into my mouth comes with her pulling my hair.

“Yes! Please, Kayn, you’re⁠—”

“I know, but you’re taking me so fucking good. If it hurts too much, say the word.”

She shakes her head, her nails dragging down my neck to my shoulders where she uses me as leverage to quicken her movements. It doesn’t take long for her legs to once again start shaking, and her tight pussy to tell me she’s ready to come undone.

Both my hands move to her waist, and break the kiss—only because she asked for something earlier, and I plan to give it to her. I’m willing to give this woman anything at this point, so it’s the least I can do.

I smirk which has her lips curling into a smile. Pulling her hips to mine, I dip my head between the curve of her shoulder and bite. It’s in the same spot as before, which I know is likely quite painful, but because she can’t heal, I don’t want to scar more of her.