Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“What bothers you more?” I spread my legs apart to taunt or beckon—I wasn’t sure. “That you want me or that you cannot fuck me?”
He squeezed my breast. “There are other ways I can penetrate you.”
“You won’t,” I declared. “You won’t force me. I don’t think you’d force anyone.”
“Keep thinking that way, and you’ll regret it.”
“So, you admit it.” The impulse to climb out and onto the monster was almost overwhelming, but I remained still. “You want me.”
The jerk of his body returned full force. He swept his gaze over every inch of my skin before reaching my face. “I want to fuck you.”
It was like a dam burst inside me at his admittance. My desire became a storm unlike anything I’d felt before.
“There are so many things I want to do to you. You might weep if you knew,” he went on, his voice a broken, raspy sound.
My craving for the horned devil only took root deeper inside me. The throbbing between my legs was so insistent, I no longer cared about teasing. I wanted relief from him. I didn’t care how, but Hades, I needed him to finish what I started.
Before I could drag his hand off my breast and shove it between my legs, the Devil inhaled sharply. His nostrils flared, and within a blink, he grabbed me under my armpits and yanked me out of the tub. Pure ecstasy flooded me as he dragged his nose between my breasts, inhaling repeatedly.
“No, no, no,” he said frantically, voice cracking on the last word. “Don’t tease me with such a small amount.”
Before I could wrap my legs around him, he tossed me onto his bed still wet and climbed over me. A moan tore out of me as he nosed my belly. My stomach fluttered and my pussy clenched on nothing. He kept saying no as he sniffed me.
“Kara, you smell…” There was desperation in his tone and movements that broke through my desire enough that I could sense something was wrong.
“You can smell me?” I asked, tensing beneath him. “Does that mean?”
“Not anymore.” I arched forward as the Devil rubbed his face across my stomach, like he was trying desperately to get back something lost. The action felt so intimate and tragic.
“For a split second I thought I smelled a forest full of honeysuckle. I bet such a scent thrived in the sun, bathed in heat.”
He chuckled, and the sensation brushed against my flesh. “Of course, you smell like the heat of summer and honeysuckles. Something I’m never supposed to know or have.”
My heart rammed against my ribcage.
A part of me wanted to grab his horns and do… what?
I didn’t know. Pull him down to kiss me? Rip him closer so he could bury that desperate, searching mouth between my legs? Hold his head against my stomach and whisper that I smelled like honeysuckle for a reason—that there was still something pure inside me, and he’d found it.
But I said nothing.
The Devil lifted his head. “There had to be a reason I smelled you.” My clit throbbed, and he cocked his head. “You’re not afraid. You look…”
“You really are out of practice.” I practically groaned the words out as I squirmed my hips.
I saw the moment it clicked in his head.
His eyes bulged. Flashing a hint of fangs, he gripped me under my thighs and spread them wide.
The monster dove between my legs. I nearly shot off the bed as he buried his nose in my clit and inhaled.
A finger slid down my folds. Since there was no pain, he must have retracted his claws for me.
“You’re wet.” His words came out gurgling, as if he were salivating.
Rising to my elbows, I glimpsed the massive horned male between my legs. “You can feel me?”
“No.”
I slumped backward, frowning at the dark ceiling.
“But I can see how much you’re glistening. You’re soaked. How?” The Devil rubbed his face against my clit, ripping a moan out of me. “You let your enemy touch you,” he said wondrously.
“Mm, I think you should watch me come, knowing you can’t get relief yourself.” I bucked my pussy into his face.
The words spurred him forward. He pinned my thighs back and ran his tongue up my folds once. Stars danced across my vision.
“I want you to come,” he murmured before spearing my opening with his tongue. The tongue stretched into me, far longer than it should be. My walls clenched around the sudden intrusion, and it felt so freaking good. I propped myself on one elbow, then used my free hand to grab a horn.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, thrusting against the retreating tongue. “How long is your tongue?”
“I need you to tell me when you’re coming. I might touch you, but I can’t feel you, and I’ll be too busy between your legs to study your reaction.”
My stomach spasmed with a wave of heat as his tongue thrust into me again. He rolled his thumb against my clit as his tongue wiggled against my inner walls. It drove me absolutely wild. I’d felt nothing like it before.
My legs shook as a tsunami built inside me. I could hardly keep my hold on his horn steady. My body twitched and bucked into him. My walls were clenching and clinging desperately to the odd, spindly tongue.
“Oh, please, oh, please,” I whined as I felt the first quake. “Please don’t stop.”
Then I came, thrashing against the Devil’s face.
An explosion of ecstasy overcame me. I sagged backward, body bowing as the orgasm continued.
My pussy kept clenching, prolonging the wondrous sensation until it was too much.
My body became oversensitive, and every thrust of the Devil’s tongue sent shudders through me.
“Too much.” I tried to climb up the bed away from him, but he continued his firm grip on me.
He removed his tongue and flicked it across my swollen clit.
I cried out, then lost any sense of reason when he buried two thick fingers inside me.
I detonated like a bomb. The second orgasm flew into me, melting my soul.
I sagged against the bed, twitching as he removed his digits, then inhaled me right at my opening.
As he rose above me, he stretched my legs out against his stomach and chest. My heart tightened when he closed his eyes and kissed the edge of my ankle. Before my lungs decided to cease working, I said, “You touch me like you can feel me.”
He jerked, eyes shooting open before they narrowed on mine. “And you come like you actually desire me.” My legs smacked against the mattress when he moved off the bed to get away from me.
With my desire sated, what I had allowed the Devil to do sank in. He might have asked me to strip and bathe in front of him, but I started it. I wanted his touch and would have taken more if it had been possible.
My cheeks felt hot as the Dark One looked at me in disdain. My chest felt like a razor blade was stuck there. I sat up, squeezing my legs together, suddenly so conscious of my nudity.
His jaws clenched before he asked, “Do you think seducing me will change anything?”
I had been teasing him, but then it became about my pleasure.
Both reasons were horrible when the other person couldn’t get something in return.
But the Devil kept me captive. I owed him nothing, especially when he assumed I was trying to seduce him.
“I lost my head for a moment. I wasn’t thinking about you, just me, when I felt good.
Do you want me to explain how good it felt since you no longer know? ”
“Let me remind you again. I have inner sensations.” He smacked his chest. “I still know what’s going on inside, but it’s all trapped.
I can’t feel your skin or how much you tightened when you came on my tongue, but you burn me from the inside out with no way to relieve it.
Be thankful I can’t unleash this pent-up aggression on you because if I could, I would show you the consequences of tricking me. ”
I felt my nose scrunch. “Tricking you?”
“It’s not possible for you to desire me. You’re doing this knowing I can’t fuck you.”
He saw how much my pussy dripped. Who else could have caused that but him?
“Nothing will change. Try all you want, but your fate won’t change,” he said, hurting me more.
My heart felt like it was lurching out of my chest. His words were a painful reminder of the truth.
I sighed. “You’re right. How could I feel any desire for someone determined to watch me fade away?”
I felt painful pricks in my eyes and refused to blink for fear of showing emotion.
It meant nothing to be attracted to him.
But it left me feeling raw and exposed, nonetheless.
It was so absurd that the Devil didn’t believe it even when he pulled two orgasms out of me easily.
And he had no sense of touch to lead him!
And to make matters worse, all I called him was the Devil. In the stories, I knew he had a name he went by in Heaven, before he fell, but what did it matter? It seemed crucial to know him by anything else after what he did to my body.
“Are you so disgusted by what’s happened that you’re going to cry now?” he asked, voice oddly subdued.
“I can tell you’re about to.”
I dragged the sheet over my body. “Tell me your name. Is it Lucifer?”
“Why?”
“I’m going to call you that.”
“Kara.”
“Don’t Kara me! I’m stuck here with you and I’m so sick of referring to you as the Devil. So, will you give me a name, or shall I give you one?”
“Shorten it to Luke.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.”
“I’m still going to stop you.”
He turned and slipped into the darkness, chuckling. “You can’t escape me.”
And for the first time, I wondered if I’d stopped hating him.