Page 48 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

I didn’t have that luxury. My moans tore through my throat, uninhibited just like my mouth during a long-winded ramble. It was his fault for hitting all the right places though. The head of his cock brushed my prostate before he drew back and dove back in, crashing against it with more force.

“Fuck,” I panted, back arching. I lifted my free hand to his chest and dug my nails into his skin, groaning as he snapped his hips harder and buried himself to the hilt.

And then he stayed like that, unmoving.

“What’s the matter, little bird?” Onyx asked, lowering his face to glide his nose across mine. “You seem antsy.”

“Because you aren’t moving.” I tried to lift my hips and fuck him that way, but he pinned me down, preventing me from doing so.

“Feisty. Impatient.” He grazed his teeth down my neck. “You have so many words for me, but it seems I have found a few for you too.”

“You really are a butthead,” I mumbled, frustrated and horny. “I have no remorse for saying it to your face. What you’re doing right now proves it.”

“And what am I doing?” Onyx slowly moved, drawing back a mere centimeter before stilling again.

“Teasing me,” I said. The hot throbbing of his cock was the sweetest torture. I was going mad with the desperation for him to start moving—to feel him thrusting in deep and hard like he was earlier before his wickedness took over.

Amusement danced in his eyes. He slowly circled his hips, pressing against my inner walls, before drawing back and pulling from me completely, leaving a restless ache where he’d once been.

“God, you’re so mean,” I half-whined, half-groaned as my lower body shuddered.

“Well, I am the demon lord.” His slick cock hung heavy between his toned thighs, the tip swollen and beading with pre-cum. With a smirk still playing at his lips, he stroked himself once, the ruby of his irises darkening with lust. “It’s quite torturous for me as well. Not being inside of you.”

“You can always change that,” I told him with a flirty eyebrow raise and wiggle of my hips. “I’m yours for the taking, my lord.”

“You’re mistaken.” Onyx raked a gaze over my nakedness before, ever so slowly, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. “For it is I who is yours for the taking.”

He moved past me and propped himself up against the headboard. His erection lay against his abdomen before he took hold of it, his heated gaze not leaving mine as he stroked from root to tip.

“Uh, you want me to…” I swallowed noisily, so turned on I could barely think straight let alone speak.

“Fuck yourself on my cock?” His smile slanted even further. “Yes. Unless you’d rather go bake your little muffins instead.”

“Nope. Muffins can wait.” I crawled over to him on my hands and knees, taking in the sight of him. And what a freaking amazing sight it was—Onyx resting against the headboard, his black hair cascading down his chest and his cock glistening.

Once I was close enough, he guided me on to his lap and smoothed his hands down my sides. His expression softened as he looked at me. “I’ve lived for nearly three hundred years but have never seen anyone more beautiful than you.”

My cheeks heated—and my heart faltered in its beating. “I already plan to fuck you, Onyx. You don’t have to butter me up.”

“Even if I mean the words?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, teasing the small of my back with his fingertips.

“I thought I was a pest.” I hooked my hands behind his neck. Our cocks pressed together as I straddled him, and it took a lot of willpower not to start grinding on him like a freaking dog in heat.

“Oh, you are.” He smirked up at me. “The most bothersome kind of pest. And the most alluring.”

And then his mouth was on mine again, the kiss messy and charged with the desperation surging between us, lust mingling with the intensity of our bond.

As the taste of him exploded on my tongue and his scent filled my nostrils, wrapping all around me, I reached between us and guided his cock back into place, easing down nice and slow.

Too slow for him, it seemed. Onyx grabbed my hips and thrust upward, seating himself deep inside of me. I groaned and planted my hands on his chest, spine arching. He turned his face against my jaw and rocked up into me.

Bliss. That was the best word to describe it. After the constant shove and pull between us, we had reached a sort of resolution, at least when it came to the physical. But hey, it was progress.

I rolled my hips and retook control, riding him like he’d told me to. Beneath my palm, the red mark on his chest felt hotter than the rest of him, as though the flame-like design had real fire pulsating under his skin.

Onyx watched me, the only sound leaving his lips being the occasional heavy breath. He placed his hand over mine against his chest, just like he’d done earlier when I touched the mark. There was a subtle pang in his eyes before he closed them and tipped his head back, his grip on me tightening. Shaking a little too.

I peered down at him, my heart close to bursting. I’d never get used to his beauty, sharp masculine features combined with long lashes and cupid bow lips. A long, slender neck and prominent Adam’s apple. Candlelight washed over his jade-like skin and reflected in his crimson eyes, making the rubies glow bright hot as our gazes met.