Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sitri waltzed past boxes and furniture, holding me tight in his arms, whisking me away towards our bed.
He tossed me into the air. I soared for just a moment, then landed in the mattress’ downy embrace.
Even this bed, selected for our makeshift shelter, was crafted with the finest fillings; made for a kingdom of lust, and all the activities that transpired within.
He flung himself down, crashing over me, landing on his hands and knees before initiating a passionate kiss. I leaned into it, desperate to devour him. Sitri’s stubble ground against my face, rough and wild, his tongue and mine dancing between our mouths.
I caressed his chest, my fingers finding their way to the buttons on his shirt and undoing them. Sitri shrugged the fabric off and pulled his arms free.
“I just can’t resist you, darling,” he growled. His lips brushed my jaw, and I shuddered. “Savage, cunning, beautiful. Oh, how I love to see this side of you coming out to play.”
Sitri pushed himself upright, breath quick with anticipation, cock already straining his pants.
Dark desire dazzled in his eyes, wove warmth between my legs, fanned the flame of lust that burned within us both.
I could almost taste his desires, the places he wanted to touch, the sounds he wanted to elicit—sweet, bitter, carnal love; rich as chocolate on my tongue.
But there was something else there, too. An inkling of curiosity I could stoke. I smirked, feeling that power, nurturing it.
“Resist me? That’s a losing battle, darling.”
The Prince laughed, low and husky, as he stroked my face.
I intercepted his hand, pulling it lower.
Sitri’s skin grazed my throat as I brought it to my shirt.
One by one, he popped its buttons free, then moved to drop my pants.
I helped him strip them off. My hands found their way between his legs.
A brush against his straining bulge made him groan, and his fingers stalled at my hips.
“Don’t taunt me unless you know what you’re getting into,” he warned. “I’m a demon, Lillia. What demons want, they take.”
His lips met my neck, drawing my flesh into his mouth with gentle suction, nipping just hard enough to hurt.
I loosed a moan, ran my hands up his bare back, and seized a fistful of his hair.
As he released me, I tugged his head upwards and swept into the space along his jaw, my face hanging just below his.
“You aren’t the only demon in this bed, Sitri. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”
A second jerk pulled him off me, forced him backward. My hand met his waist. Our positions flipped, and it was my turn to loom over him. Sitri raised his eyebrows. His lips parted. He leaned in so close that his heat spilled over my skin.
But I wouldn’t give in to his kiss, not yet.
I ran my tongue along his throat, savoring his shivers until I reached his ear.
“You think you can control me?” I whispered, my fingers tracing lazy spirals on his chest. “I think you’re wrong. You turned a party girl into a demon. It’s time for you to tame the beast you’ve created.”
Sitri donned a hungry grin, every bit as sinister as the day we’d met. “What reason would I have to tame you? I liberated you, darling, and now I welcome you home to feast.”
That was all I needed to hear. I released his hair and focused my attention between his legs, undoing the buckle of his belt.
It pulled easily aside. My hand slid beneath his waistband.
I stripped away his pants and undergarments, and Sitri’s cock sprang free—straining, yearning masculinity at its most vulnerable.
It drew my hands like a magnet. I ran my fingers along his suede-soft shaft.
Sitri groaned, his hips bucking up to meet me, beckoned by my teasing.
Droplets of warm, viscous liquid beaded at its tip.
I thumbed them out over the head of his cock.
His muscles tensed. My hand slid down its length.
I leaned in until my face was mere inches from Sitri’s, and I squeezed just harder than was necessary.
He groaned, desperately writhing, eager to sheathe himself inside me.
With my hips raised and his cock wrapped in my fingers, I had him helpless.
He let himself be helpless. Watching him squirm, knowing he was safe under my control, sent an unfamiliar shock to my core.
What a thrill it was to have this powerful demon hanging on my words, craving my touch.
“You want me?” I asked, my breath stirring over his ear. “Beg for me, Sitri. Show me how desperate you are.”
The Prince’s grin faded to a grimace. Conflict crossed his face. Desire whirled around him, his pride at war with his need, the two clashing, battling over whether to give in. That curiosity I’d sensed earlier grew from a faint flame to a roaring blaze, consuming any remnants of his self-control.
My thumb ran along the underside of his shaft. He drew a shuddering breath.
“Princes don’t beg,” Sitri growled through clenched teeth—a lie, one I scented. “Why won’t you just let me please you? Let me fuck you, let me relish in your bliss? I can make you feel things you’ve never even dreamed of, Lillia, but first, you must indulge me.”
He thrust up, failing to sink inside me, the heat of my core so torturously close to his cock. I nipped at his ear, savoring his groan, feeling his muscles ripple.
“Not convincing. Try again.”
His breath hitched, body coiling tighter.
Sitri bordered on complete surrender. I sensed it now, and I wanted it.
It was only a matter of getting him to yield.
I ran my sex over the tip of his cock. Trailed my lips down his neck.
Kissed his tender skin, pulled it into my mouth, sucked and savored him, nipped at him until I knew he’d wear the mark of my affection.
And just like that, I tore his resolve to shreds.
“Fuck, Lillia!” he cried. “Can’t you see how much I need you? My cock aches for you, darling, it throbs for you—please!”
“Good enough—for now.”
With a laugh, I connected our bodies, the arousal between my legs driving him deep into my core.
Our moans flowed together as a harmony. He spread my inner walls.
Sitri arched up to meet my body, and this time, I spurred him onwards.
My fingers ran up his chest and settled around his neck, gripping just enough to pin him, for his heartbeat to thrum beneath them.
“That’s it,” I panted, “submit.”
And at my command, he did.
Weak moans escaped Sitri’s lips, one hand cupping my cheek, his other arm clinging to my back as his breathing grew labored. Ripples of ecstasy, of excitement, coursed through me each time my hips met his.
This was blissful torture for him—and I loved it, loved to see his face twist as I took my pleasure while rationing his.
He wanted more. Needed more. Here atop him, I held it just out of his reach, stirring the demon beneath his skin, driving him mad with lust. Sitri twisted, his muscles tensed as he fought to quicken my pace.
I sensed Sitri’s hunger, his desires growing more powerful with every stroke.
It wasn’t long before I had him snapping and snarling, reduced to a rabid beast. The arm he’d curled around me grew firm, his nails clawed into my back.
I gasped, leaned into the pain, let it course through me like lightning.
That small act lit a fire in Sitri’s soul, allowing him to flip the script.
One hand trailed down my neck to my shoulder.
The other locked onto my hip, clinging to me tight.
Sitri lunged, and in an instant, I found myself beneath him on my back.
Hungry, silver eyes bore down on me as the Prince pulled himself from my body.
He caressed my collarbone. Fingers made their way between my thighs.
His hot breath stirred over my ear. “Don’t forget who bound you, Lillia. This has been fun, but I think it’s time to remind you that you’re mine.”
Sitri’s finger brushed my clit. He thrust deep inside me, and I gasped as heat radiated to my core.
Shudders wracked me. Silky lips grazed my neck.
Teeth sharp as razors caressed my throat.
Goosebumps rose on my skin. It would be all too easy for Sitri to shred my shoulder with his fangs.
A single twitch, and they would pierce me to the bone.
I wanted the pain, needed him to tear me apart, but he hesitated. My breath hitched.
“Now, what kind of Prince would I be if I wounded you at a time like this?” he purred. “You want to be a tease? How about a taste of your own medicine?”
“Please!” I cried through my moans, arching towards Sitri, and I no longer knew if I pleaded for him to follow through with the bite or to withhold it.
He looked down at me, lips pulled back, mouth nowhere near my skin. Sitri’s right hand pressed my chest to the bed, pinning me beneath him as his left worked furiously between my legs. Pleasure built in my hips, tensing my muscles with every thrust, bringing me so close to the edge.
And those teeth—those beautiful, pearl-white fangs—approached once more, brushing along the crook of my neck as he whispered, “Remember, darling, that I own you, that I claimed your soul. I will give you whatever pleases me, and you will take it.”
A gentle nip to my ear was all he gave, all he needed to give, for my body to seize with pleasure beneath him.
The climax shot through me like a lance, ferocious and unyielding as steel, tearing a cry from my throat.
I clung to Sitri’s shoulders, held tight to his back.
He throbbed. I trembled and spasmed around him, coaxing him to the edge.
With a primal growl into my ear, he spent himself inside me, and our bodies stilled.
The shelter spun as I gasped for air, the last inklings of my pleasure fading into gentle, heavy exhaustion. My skin was painfully sensitive. I whimpered as Sitri rolled off me and stood from the bed.