Page 70 of Devil’s Reign

Her scream tears out of her and rattles through my skull. Her cunt clamps down so hard on my fingers I can barely move them as her whole body convulses against me, shattering apart.

I hold her in place, forcing her to keep her eyes on mine in the mirror while she comes undone, her reflection wild and desperate—beautiful in its ruin.

I watch her face, her mouth open and still screaming my name, her body trembling in slow, rolling aftershocks, and the sight carves itself into me. My heart pounds against her back so hard I’m sure she can feel it, each beat hammering home what I already know.

She’s mine.

Every inch of her. Every sound she makes. Every sharp inhale. Every flutter of her lashes. Every broken scream of my name. I feel it in my bones, a raw certainty that nothing else will ever matter. This is no longer a game I’ll walk away from. Perhaps it never was.

This is it. She’s it.

And I’ll never fucking let her go. I'll make her want to stay.

35

MELANI

He never fails to make my world shatter.

Every time I think I’ve reached the ceiling of what this can feel like, he blows straight through it.

My chest is still heaving, my thighs trembling too badly to hold together, my skin slick and oversensitized and aching in the aftermath of him. He presses a kiss to my shoulder. Sweet. Gentle. Nothing like the way he just took me apart two minutes ago.

His hands move over my body in slow, grounding strokes, drawing me back into my skin like I’m something he’s coaxing, not commanding. Then he turns me to face him. His eyes search mine, and the rough edges of him are gone, replaced by a tenderness that undoes me more than his fingers ever could.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly, his hands still moving over my skin like he’s afraid I might break.

That’s what does it. That question, asked in that voice, with that look on his face, slides me the rest of the way into love. I feel it crack open inside my chest like a wound.

It’s going to hurt so much when I walk away from this.

I shove the thought aside before it destroys me. I’m not wasting this night on fear. Not when I know how little time I have left with him. So I push up against him and wrap my hand around his cock, the hot and hard length smeared with his precum. He’s like a furnace in my grip, throbbing for me, and the groan that rumbles out of him makes my belly clench all over again.

“I won’t be fine until you come,” I tell him, my voice raw and hoarse from the noises he extracted from me.

His breath hitches. One heavy hand drops to cup my ass, and then he’s lifting me like I weigh nothing, my legs locking around his waist as he walks us back through the closet and into the bedroom.

I brace for him to throw me down on the bed, to take me rough and fast. But he doesn’t.

He lowers me onto the mattress carefully, like I’m something precious. Then he climbs over me, his weight slowly covering me, pressing into me in a way that makes my head swim.

“Your cunt is still so drenched and greedy for more,” he growls into my ear as his hand slides between my thighs. His fingers glide through my swollen folds, and the sound that leaves me comes from deep in my chest.

“Yes, Vanya. I want your cock inside me.” The slutty words slip out easily—shameless, needy—but heat floods my face when he freezes and looks at me like I just squeezed his cock or something equally sexy.

His eyes go black, his jaw tightening. “Fucking hell.” He grabs his cock, and one long drag across my folds is the only warning I get before he’s shoving inside me with a guttural, “Milani.”

I cry out at the stretch, at the sudden fullness as my body opens all over again for him. My eyes fall shut on instinct.

“Look at me.” The rasp of his voice forces my eyes back open.

He’s right above me, staring down with an expression I don’t have a word for, his fingers threading through mine.

He lifts our joined hands and pins them above my head, looking deep into my eyes as he sinks in deeper, slow and steady, making sure I feel every inch of him.

Something has shifted. It's there in the strange, almost tender look in his eyes as he screws into me, in the way he's gripping my hands like the contact is the only thing keeping him tethered. His hips angle just right, and pleasure whites out my thoughts.

I gasp, my back arching off the bed as the pressure inside me coils tighter and tighter, another orgasm building fast. His thrusts stay slow and measured, yet each one sends a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through me. Drool pools in my mouth as he slides in and out of me, dragging moans out of me that I couldn’t hold back if I tried. At this angle, I can feel every ridge of his cock, and it wrecks me.