Chapter 22
I made the decision to tuck Eve into her own bed mainly to discourage myself from disturbing her.
Though it didn’t deter me from removing her blouse and snug pencil skirt in the name of making her more comfortable.
The sight of her in nothing but a lace bralette and the matching panties from the collection of high-end lingerie I had selected for her gave me my own warped sense of ease.
A lesser man would have left her to recuperate on her own. Yet I found myself sitting on her vanity stool, a round seat that was far too small for my massive frame. I remained seated there anyway, feet away from where she rested.
With my knees spread wide, I leaned forward with my elbows perched on top of my thighs. My hands were clasped together beneath my chin as I watched every rise and fall of her chest.
My Little Spade had been using her precognition for years. Even with the boost to the range of it, I wouldn’t have expected it to take this much out of her. It left my thoughts digging through the mechanics of what might have happened.
After running into wall after wall of logic, I contemplated reaching out to Val. He had insight into the inner workings of Eve that I wasn’t privy to. However, asking for his assistance after his warning felt impossible.
I was Ace-fucking-Reynard, Knight of Hell, Owner of Sevenfold Casino.
There wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle on my own.
I knew exactly what was best for my Little Spade, and getting her back on her feet was my top priority.
I didn’t need the superiority complex of a Drakyn hybrid trying to dictate how I took care of her.
A small sound escaped her despite the depth of her sleep.
My mind drifted, picturing the reel of dreams inside her head.
Her.
Me.
Another high-pitched noise from her.
My cock.
I straightened from my hunched position and leaned back. With an elbow resting on top of the vanity, the edge of it pressed against my spine. My free hand dropped down onto the growing bulge between my legs.
The ache was growing almost painful. That was what my Little Spade reduced me to: a needy fucking wreck.
Seeing the way the neckline of her soft pink bralette barely contained her breasts felt like a personal taunt.
It was as if her body knew I was watching, wanting me to fantasize about filling my hands with them or tasting the stiff peaks of her nipples.
Maybe even seeing how my cock looked between her perfect tits.
All blood flow completely traveled south, and my hand had already worked my belt open. The movement of my fingers was on autopilot as one thing became my focus.
I worked the zipper open enough to give space for my hand to slide into the depths of my boxer briefs.
A deep groan vibrated through me as my hand grasped the hard length of my dick. No hesitation, just pure lust driving my strokes.
Fuck. Even in her sleep, my Little Spade knew how to tease me into a frenzy.
My palm glided from root to tip in even strokes. There was no rush while my Little Spade succumbed to a state of unconsciousness. So I took my time.
Savoring the sight of Eve in such a vulnerable position made me want to stretch out this time together for as long as possible.
I tipped my head back, my eyes falling shut as I focused on imagining her cunt instead of my hand.
The pleasure traveled along my spine in even waves with each stroke.
My thumb spread a bead of precum over the swollen head of my cock, but it was a pale comparison to how wet it would be if I were buried deep inside her.
There was no denying that my palm felt inadequate to what lay only feet away from me. Having Eve here and available was a more tempting alternative to jacking myself off while she slept.
Told myself to leave her be.
Then told myself that it was for her benefit.
I rose from the stool, my cock jutting out from the opening of my trousers.
Approaching her bed, I slipped my arms out of my suspenders until they hung at my sides. I yanked the rest of my shirt free from the waist of my loosened pants, fingers moving to release each button with precision and speed.
By the time I crawled onto the bed, the shirt had been ditched onto the floor, and I hadn’t been bothered to do more than shove my pants and boxers down just far enough to be completely free from the confines.
The mattress dipped underneath my weight as I crawled over Eve, spreading her thighs enough for me to settle between them.
Her legs easily fell open at my encouragement, her body already knowing who she belonged to. The rest of her shifted restlessly underneath me, my hand still running up along the inside of her thigh. My thumb traced over the spade, my brand and claim to her very existence in this world.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips as her body arched up against me.
I lowered my head, my mouth pressed against her ear as I whispered, “Shh, Little Spade. Let me take care of you. Going to make sure you get what you need from me.”
Preferably without passing out this time like some juvenile demon whose balls hadn’t even dropped yet.
My hand traced down her side, past the swell of her breast, the delicate ridges of her ribs, in at the dip of her waist and over the curve of her hip.
Bracing myself above her, my body careful not to crush hers beneath my weight, I hooked my fingers into the crotch of her underwear, the heat of her pressing against my knuckles.
One swift tug and the lace yielded to the force I inflicted on it, exposing Eve to me. The sight alone made my cock twitch in anticipation as another bead of precum leaked from the tip.
Despite the tearing of fabric, my Little Spade barely shifted. She murmured something incoherent, her head pressing back into the pillow. Such a good fucking girl, laid out before me.
Mine to take. Mine to have. Mine to learn how to survive.
I reached down to grip the hard length of my dick, the ridges on the underside swollen with need. Using the head, I applied pressure along her slit to part her enough that I could rub myself against her clit.
Even asleep, she responded—a quiet moan as I dragged the tip over the small bud.
“That’s it, all you have to do is feel,” I coaxed her.
Her hips tilted up, presenting herself more fully. I hummed in appreciation.
Dragging the head of my cock from her clit down to her opening, I gathered the slick arousal that accumulated as her body recognized what it desired most.
The purposeful movements provided an exquisite form of self-torture.
With every pass of my cock over her sensitive bundle of nerves, she rewarded me with another delightful sound that paled in comparison to every fantasy I’d ever dreamed of.
Coated in her arousal, I made one final pass down to her entrance. I pressed forward enough to notch the pulsing crown of my dick inside her cunt. Held it there, gritting my teeth as her tight warmth threatened to steal my self-control.
I may have taken her virginity in a haze of lust and greed, but now I wanted to experience how she felt taking me at a pace designed to push both our limits.
Not even an inch in, I noticed her eyes shifting behind her closed lids. My hand cupped the side of her face, thumb swiping across her lips.
“Go back to sleep, Eve. I’ve got you.” The gentleness of my tone was something that I had never used with any woman.
Her eyes cracked open just enough that I could see the sparkling sapphires peering up at me.
“Ace,” she murmured, her voice thick with slumber.
Leaning down, my forehead brushed against hers, bringing us close enough to share the same air. Drawing her lower lip down with the tip of my thumb, my lips brushed over hers in a promise of care that I rarely showed.
“Going to make sure you get your rest.”
Instead of responding with words, her head lifted a fraction to seek out my mouth with hers. I refused to reject such an offering, especially one made with all her barriers down.
The kiss I gave her didn’t fit the definition of tender, but the level of need didn’t qualify as rough either. There was enough pressure behind it to force her head back down into her pillow, her diluted red strands splayed out across the luxurious material.
Using my hand to position her head where I wanted it, my lips took the lead in pacing the intimacy of the moment.
In a measured push, I sank into her cunt with more restraint than I’d ever been known to possess. Eve’s lips parted in a gasped moan as I stretched her open. My tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her while burying the entire length of my cock inside her.
My runes warmed my blood while her body warmed my core, and together, the burn threatened to ignite a blaze within the darkness.
In such a fatigued state, my Little Spade’s barriers of sass and defiance left her pliant.
I’d be a fucking liar if it didn’t make me want to spend every night with her in the same way. Then every day, allowing her to think she had control over a Knight of Hell who had already taken his claim.
Every long thrust into her body left my muscles trembling with effort to extend the experience for us both.
I focused on tasting her skin anywhere I could, breathing in the scent of her body, and feeling the way her body responded to everything I gave her.
Words threatened to spill out of me that were the opposite of who I prided myself to be. To keep them imprisoned, I busied my mouth worshiping every part of the woman fate had chosen as my queen.
Her walls tightened around my cock, begging for me to keep her filled. It was a constant dance of give and take between our bodies and my control.
A sheen of sweat covered us both, but I refused to let the sweet torment end before I was ready. My hellfire pulsed across the surface of my skin, the crimson aura of the runes that branched along my dick disappearing into Eve’s body with every steady roll of my hips.