Chapter 35 #2
“Yes,” she replies through gritted teeth, throwing her hand back as she uses my shoulders for leverage.
She continues to work her hips up and down, curses spewing from her mouth, until I grip her hip tightly, my own claws digging into her skin.
It keeps her from coming back down again, and I slide the hilt out from inside her.
“Wh-what are you—” she pants, anger seeping through at being denied an orgasm.
Still holding the blade in my palm, I grab her throat, drawing her to me so we are eye level.
“You don’t get to come until I say so.”
Rhi growls at me, her own fangs on display. I answer by pulling her bottom lip between my sharp teeth, the sweet, metallic taste of her blood exploding into my mouth, and my cock fucking weeps.
I need to fuck her soon—not just for her sake, but for mine.
The small hurt does nothing but cause Rhi to moan again, and I draw back, noting how my pants glisten from the arousal leaking down her thighs.
Still holding her stare, I bring the blade horizontal to my mouth, dragging my tongue along the hilt, lapping up her juices. Rhi runs her tongue over the sharp points of her teeth, and I almost snap.
“Please,” she whispers, grinding herself in my lap. My grasp on her throat tightens in warning. I refuse to come before she does.
“Please what, sorceress?”
“Please fuck me…” Ignoring my previous warning, Rhi grinds on me again then runs her tongue up the column of my throat and says tauntingly against my lips: “Your Majesty.”
The tether finally snaps, and I’m up from the throne faster than an adder. With my hand still on her throat, Rhi squeals as I move behind her and usher us both to the left side of my throne. I loop my hand around to her front and plunge two fingers into her without warning.
“I am giving you one chance, sorceress, to tell me how you want it. Would you prefer to be fucked like you’re used to?
Rough but manageable? Or—” I add a third finger and tighten my grip around her throat so hard, it will likely leave marks.
“Do you want to finally feel what it’s like to be fucked by the Devil? ”
“Yes,” she moans without hesitation. I pull my fingers from her dripping core, my hand soaked to my wrist from finger fucking her.
Placing two of my fingers soaked with her arousal against her lips, I say, “Open.”
Rhi obliges without question, and I push those soaked fingers inside her mouth, letting her taste herself, releasing my own low groan when she sucks them clean without prompting.
“Remember, sorceress,” I say in her ear, “the Devil shows no mercy.”
The wicked minx cranes her neck as much as she can to catch my eye.
“I’m counting on it,” she retorts, the corner of her mouth lifted in the most sinister smirk.
Removing my hand from her throat, I push down between her shoulder blades roughly, flattening her upper body over my throne. Rhi yelps and reaches forward, placing her hands on the opposite arm rest.
I laugh darkly. “I’d hold on tight to that if I were you.”
Reaching between her legs, I stroke her while I remove my boots and pants and literally tear the shirt from my body. Seeing her bent over my throne, primed and ready for the taking, a fantasy I’ve had even before I my memories returned, has me sinking to my knees, ready to worship her instead.
I grip the plump globes of her ass, my tongue gliding up her warm, slick center. She tastes like everything forbidden, like the sweet, cursed fruit from the Garden of Eden, and fuck, if I wouldn’t beg to be damned just for a taste.
Rhi grinds her ass back into me, unintelligible words mixed with moans as I work her with my tongue, taking turns between sucking her clit and spearing her delicious folds.
“Nick,” she pants. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
I give her one more long, luxurious lick before I pull away, my mouth ticking upwards. “Say it again.”
Standing, I stroke my aching cock then drag it tauntingly over her weeping pussy.
“Please,” she begs again, whimpering when I slide only the tip in.
Fuck. Even only partially inside her, she feels too fucking good.
“You are fucking stunning when you beg,” I groan as I inch in deeper.
“Nick,” she pleads, her voice breaking on the end of my name.
Unable to hold back any longer, I slam into her so forcefully, she screams, her hips snapping violently against the throne’s armrest. Her vivacious, gilded hair spills down to the small of her back, and my right hand finds its way into those tendrils.
I wrap the hair around my fist, not once, not twice, but three times, yanking her head back with such vigor, she releases a pained fuck.
Lassoed on to her, I dig my claws into her left hip, pulling out all the way then snapping my hips forward, thrusting in to the hilt.
I set an unforgiving pace, Rhi’s moans turning into full-fledged screams with each snap of my hips.
Her pussy flutters around my cock, choking it to perfection.
Being inside her is like walking the fine line between damnation and salvation, and I’d sooner spend the rest of my days worshiping her than any god.
If that is what damned the Devil to be barred from Paradise, I call bullshit.
Because Paradise is right here, in the beads of sweat that glisten on her skin.
In the sweet sounds of her pleasured cries. In between her fucking thighs.
“Nick,” she pants, breathless. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” I growl, my own release on the horizon.
“Please. I can’t—”
I cut her off by slapping her ass hard and pounding into her even more mercilessly.
“Fuck. Oh my—”
Rhi’s upper body tilts forward as the armrest splinters beneath her fingers. With nothing to hold on to, I yank her flush against my body, her back to my chest. I keep a hold on her hair, wrapping my other hand around her exposed throat as I continue thrusting into her relentlessly.
Her pussy clenches around me, and her arms come to wrap around the back of my head, grasping my hair for purchase.
“Come for me, Rhi,” I say in her ear.
The simple command has her falling apart around my cock just as my own release barrels through me, and I spill inside her, coming long and hard on a ferocious groan.
My forehead falls to her shoulder, and I ease my grip on her hair and throat. Rhi turns just enough to capture my lips, and I devour her mouth.
She releases a breathless laugh. “You haven’t had enough?”
“Never,” I tell her, kissing her softly again. “I will never have enough of you.” I sink to the floor, dragging her down with me, leaning against the side of the throne with Rhi cradled in my arms.
We sit in silence, our breaths starting to even out as we come down from our coupling. Rhi’s fingers trail along my chest, tracing the Scylla tattoo along my left breastbone while mine smooth down her hair.
“Now what?” she whispers.
To anyone else, that question could mean so many things, but to me, there is only one connotation.
“Tomorrow,” I tell her, my voice low and serious. “We kill Argos.”