Chapter 74 Ivy #2
Despite how massive of a male he was, he fit almost perfectly above me, just like at the succubus’s club when I’d crawled onto his lap. And just like that day, I felt him nestled against my core. Hard ridges and something else pressed against me.
Damon made a sound in the back of his throat as I skimmed my hands up his arms to the back of his neck.
My fingertips brushed the bare skin of his neck before sinking into his thick, black hair.
At the little tug of his roots, Damon pulled back with a growl and dropped kisses down my neck to my throat.
“Can I take your clothes, my Queen?” he asked, looking down at me with burning red eyes, chest still heaving with his panting breaths.
My skin prickled as I nodded. “Yes.”
Damon visibly shuddered, but my shirt and cardigan disappeared first, leaving me in my bra and sweatpants. His eyes flickered from mine down to my chest, taking in the swells of my breasts, which almost spilled from the cups of the bra, down to my stomach.
He didn’t say anything, not as he took me in, not as he dropped kisses down my sternum to the tops of my breasts. “These excited me, I will admit,” he murmured, running his tongue over the top of my right breast. “Seeing them in your wedding dress, I wondered what it might be like to taste them.”
It was my turn to shudder as he flickered his tongue over the other. “But it was how you fit so well on my cock that woke me. I lied when I said I felt nothing towards sex. When I had you on top of me, I wanted nothing more than to sink inside you and finally understand what everyone else felt.”
The shadows pulled my bra aside and freed my breast completely. “I cannot wait to do both things tonight. And for eternity, my Queen.”
With those words hanging in the air between us, he covered my sensitive nipple with his mouth. I gasped at the heat of his tongue as it flicked the hardening nub. Damon brought his other hand to cup the flesh, giving him more leverage with his ministrations.
Bucking against him, I wanted more. But his shadows had me exactly where he wanted me: completely reliant on him for my pleasure and release.
I didn’t get a chance to react as my bra finally disappeared and he moved onto my other breast. Just like the first, he covered my nipple with his mouth, grazing his tongue over the nub, each flick teasing and making me crazy with need.
Damon groaned. “Do you like that, wife?”
I was panting, unsure of what to do with my own hands.
Or I was, until the shadows appeared around my wrists and pulled them over my head. “Damon…”
The demon lifted his head, smirking. “Let me have my way with you.”
My flesh prickled, the hairs on my arms rising as we watched one another. “What are you planning?”
He planted his hands either side of my hips, more shadows appearing to take my sweats and panties away. Bare to the chilly room, I shivered. When his eyes dipped to my pussy, especially as the shadows moved my legs, planting my feet on the edge of the table, another wracked my body.
“You look like a feast,” he murmured, straightening. Eyes on me, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbow, each movement slow and precise. The muscles in his forearms flexed, and the tattoos shifted across his tanned flesh. “Mine to devour.”
I drew in a deep breath when he finally broke eye contact and stared down at my pussy. “Would you believe me if I said you would be the only one I have ever tasted?” he asked quietly, head cocked as he assessed me.
“No,” I lied. How could a male go three and a half thousand years without doing…anything?
And yet when his gaze found mine again, I knew his admission was true.
“Elysian demons take mates only once. Did you know that?” He shifted, and the bulge in his pants became more obvious.
“We are the only House of demons to never take lovers before or after we find our mates. Our mates are supposed to be the only ones we ever be with. The only ones we ever touch—or taste.” He skimmed his fingers up my calves to rest on my knees.
“You, wife, are the only one I have ever wanted.”
The haze of lust completely disappeared, replaced with a deep, unimaginable ache in my chest. An ache that made this even more real.
“Damon…” If it weren’t for my hands being tied above my head, I might have reached for him.
The demon shook his head, lips pulled in a determined smile. “Will you have me, my Queen?”
I released a shaky breath and nodded as best as I could. “Yes. Always, Damon.”
Something shifted in his eyes, an emotion I couldn’t quite read, but he didn’t give me a chance to explore it as he turned his attention to my pussy again. The hands on my knees pulled my thighs apart just enough for him to dive into me.
At the first lap of his tongue, I stiffened, a gasp catching in the back of my throat.
When he went again, this time flattening his tongue and running it all the way up my core, a rush of pleasure exploded in my lower belly.
I whimpered, trying to keep my voice low as he explored every part of me with his tongue, lapping at my entrance, dipping the tip of his tongue inside me before moving on to circle my clit, flicking it occasionally.
Each swipe had me stumbling closer to my finish. I wouldn’t be able to hold back, especially with how thoroughly he was tasting me. Damon seemed completely oblivious to everything else. My lower belly clenched, the muscles in my back tensing as he continued pushing me closer to my climax.
I cursed under my breath when I finally came. I felt the rush of release, but Damon claimed each drop of it, licking me clean with a deep, guttural groan.
It was only when he pulled back did he heave a breath. “You taste divine, sweet wife. Better than the honey of bees, like nectar of the gods themselves.”
I panted, entire body trembling. And yet, I was alight, desperate for more.
Eyeing the demon, I took in the wetness of his lips and chin. “You did good for someone who’s never touched anybody before.”
“Just because I have not touched another soul,” he started, shirt whisked away by shadows, “does not mean I do not know how to please you.” He kept his eyes on me as the rest of his clothing disappeared.
I couldn’t help myself. He was perfectly in view to make my own assessment of his body, and he was…
Otherworldly.
Damon was a beautiful, terrifying creature.
But naked, he was something else entirely.
Thick muscle that he normally hid beneath his perfectly tailored suits strained, flexing as more tattoos shifted across his flesh.
The dark of the club’s changing room hadn’t done him justice; lightning flashed behind me, highlighting toned pecks and thick abs, down to his hips.
More tattoos lined them, going down his thick thighs and calves.
Yet somehow, it was his cock that had every part of me heating.
Ridges lined the underside of his hard length.
At least an inch of him, right below the head, bulged in a way that had me breathing harder out of anticipation.
Even the rest of his shaft was thick, making his girth more than I was used to.
At the base of his cock, just above it, appeared to be a small bump that had me clenching, the walls of my pussy fluttering.
And I was warned Xerxes would be difficult… I had no idea how I was going to handle Damon.
“You’ve never seen a demon cock, then,” he said, palming his length with one hand as he moved to stand in front of me. “Your surprise is obvious, wife.”
I swallowed, meeting his amused stare. “I mean, I felt you, but…” I trailed off, chewing my bottom lip. “How?”
“Evolution.” The shadows shifted me on the desk, so when he let go of his cock, it landed against my incredibly sensitive clit.
I drew in a sharp breath, body freezing as he continued, “Demons used to look far, far different than the ones you see today. We used to be monsters.” He rubbed his length against me, allowing me to feel each ridge.
“There was a time where we had no human attributes. That included our cocks.”
I bit down hard on my lip as he thrust against me, each stroke slow, deliberate. “And what happened?” I grunted, voice shaky.
“We found ourselves amongst humans. We used glamours to look like you. And then, to survive, our young changed. Despite that, a part of us always remained the same. Most female demons will be like you, though not all. All male demons, however, will be like me.”
Goddess above, I could come just from the slow, long thrusts against my clit. He could make me explode again just doing that, and I wouldn’t stop him—though I couldn’t even if I tried.
My entire lower body tensed, ready to explode.
But Damon pulled back with a chuckle. “This time, wife, I intend on marking you,” he said, palming himself once again and bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. I shuddered at the certainty in his eyes; any hesitation he had before was gone.
“I want to feel it with you this time,” he murmured, head inside me now, my pussy fluttering as he pushed further, the swell of his cock making me gasp. “I want to know that feeling of release because of you.”
I bit down on a cry as he pushed inside me. The ridges, the bulge, then the rest of him. I wanted to close my eyes and soak it all in, but my stare locked on his, on the way he panted, the shift from certainty to pleasure as he sank inside me making me stop.
There was something powerful about seeing the ancient king shudder as his cock pulsed. “Fuck,” he whispered, fully sheathed now, our hips pressed together—completely joined.
Again, warmth sparked in my chest. If I had access to my bonds, I could almost imagine my magic rising within me and reaching for his end of the mate bond, begging me now to finish it.
I expected to feel an emptiness in my chest reminiscent to the feeling I had when I first woke in Dante’s cell, but instead there was that flicker, that knowledge that it was still inside me.
“My Queen,” Damon murmured, almost desperate. “It feels…”
I gasped when he moved, our position changing for a moment as the shadows helped him brace my legs either side of his hips, holding me in a way that had him sinking deeper inside me.
My ass was almost off the table with how he held me, but he readjusted so that he hovered above me, one hand moving to rest beside my head while the other skimmed my body.
“Does that feel good for you, wife?” he asked me quietly, dropping his lips to mine briefly. “Do you like the way my cock scrapes inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, breath hitching in my throat as he thrust into me. “Goddess, yes. It feels good.”
I felt every part of him in ways I never expected, and the sensations had me delirious. I met each gentle thrust with a roll of my hips, gasping as my clit brushed the ridge of flesh above his cock.
“That’s it,” he cooed, dropping kisses to my throat. “Take everything from me, my Queen. I am here to serve you—and only you. I am yours.”
It wouldn’t take long for my next climax to hit me, especially as he continued kissing my neck, moving up the other side of my throat to my jaw. Pressure built in my lower abdomen, growing more powerful.
I felt each twitch of his cock, knew when it swelled. It was an entirely different experience than when my other mates came. This feeling was new, and it had me finally breaking free of the shadows holding me back.
My hands went around Damon’s shoulders, nails digging into his back. The demon made a sound—a half growl, half groan that reverberated through his chest and into my own. But I only dug in deeper, the heels of my feet burrowing into his ass as the pressure became too much.
“I’m going to come, Damon,” I said, voice strained. “I’m so close. Tell me you’re close.”
He claimed my lips as if to tell me he was, because one more roll of his hips had everything coming apart.
A gentle warmth lit up my skin right above my heart. Even without seeing, I knew it was his demon mark branding my skin. For a moment, I wondered what it would look like. He already had two snakes on me. What creature from his collection would appear next?
I felt the explosion of my climax rush through me, the swell of his cock as he came, hot and heavy. But it was the pain in my chest, the burning against my back, that had me crying out.
Damon pulled away, his face contorting, eyes burning with fear and something else. I bowed off the table, seeking relief, the agony in my back becoming too much.
In the distance, there was a crash. Cursing. But the waves of fire igniting in my body had me delirious.
The pleasure felt like a whisper, a distant memory.
But I knew.
Damon was mine, and our bond had been claimed.