Chapter 16 #2
His eyes met mine. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to look, the sight of him poised at my entrance, or the greedy expression on his face.
He blinked, and then he sheathed himself inside me in one deft stroke.
I cried out, clenching around him, holding tight as if that might keep him inside me forever.
When he didn’t move, a sob broke from my chest. “Rix… Rixon! Please…”
He groaned, holding still. “Fuck, but you are the best thing I have ever felt. Why didn’t you come?”
“I… I…”
He held my gaze as he slowly, torturously slid out. “Hmm…we’ll have to start over again.”
“You… Oh, my gods. You were serious?”
“First stroke, Mina.” With that, he backed up and lowered again. This time, when he licked me, he didn’t stop. He kept each one slow, licking up, giving my clit a small, teasing suck, then licking back down. I cried out every time he plunged his tongue inside me, but it was never enough.
I climbed towards the brink, but I just couldn’t get there.
“Are you ready for my cock again?”
“Yes,” I panted, desperate to try again. My muscles were wound tight and trembling.
He positioned himself just like before, lifting my hips. He hesitated a beat. I braced myself, legs trembling. Close, I was so close.
He thrust inside me and I cried out. My walls fluttered around him. I was almost there. I tightened, trying to buck against him.
He clicked his tongue and slid out. “I’m growing impatient. I think…” He eyed my chest. “Yes. I think I will.”
“Rixon, please,” I cried. “Stop…stop torturing me.” The command poured out of me. It was second nature. But it did nothing. My magic was so intertwined with the demonic thing inside me that there was no hope of using the bond.
I tugged at my restraints, the thing inside me turning rabid. I tried to find my magic, to pull on it and use it to free me. It was an instinctual thing I couldn’t help. Still, nothing happened.
Another frustrated cry tore from my lips.
“Not stopping, remember?” He cocked his head to the side, studying me, enjoying the sight of me crazed for him.
When I didn’t say anything, he lowered, taking one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth while palming my other breast. Pieces of his hair had come free of its tie, falling around his face.
“I love these,” he murmured in between the torturous swirls of his tongue.
“I love them so much that I think I’d like to fuck them. ”
“Wha… What?!”
He lifted abruptly and collected a palmful of oil from the bedside table, spreading it over and between my breasts.
Then, straddling me with his thighs wide, he lowered his hips until his cock rested in the valley between my breasts, palming them and pressing them together until they encompassed it.
I wasn’t generously endowed, but I had enough to encase him.
My eyes bulged, neck straining as I held my head upright, trying to watch. Was he really going to…?!
He groaned, giving an experimental roll of his hips. I gasped, feeling his thick length slide between the mounds. He squeezed my breasts tighter, cursing under his breath. His eyes flashed up to mine. All I saw in them was pure appreciation before he returned his focus to the task at hand.
He fucked my breasts.
I feasted on the sight of him, the feel of him as he expertly rolled his hips, thrusting between the valley of soft flesh he’d created.
He lost himself to it, grunting and groaning in pleasure.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The sight of it was erotic, depraved.
His balls dragged over the center of my ribcage, rocking with the motion he created.
It didn’t matter that my neck ached from the strain. I couldn’t drop my head, couldn’t look away. Couldn’t ignore the sight of him taking his pleasure from me, using me, owning me. It was turning me into a desperate mess.
Already, my sex was clenching in search of something to grasp. Already, he was bringing me closer to the brink than anything else he’d done tonight. I was almost certain I’d come when he did, or at least, get close.
“Fuck, Mina. Fuck, you’re perfect. I can’t…I’m going to… Fuck!!!” He threw his head back with a roar and I didn’t take my eyes off him as warm jets of cum painted my chest and face. My inner walls fluttered, just shy of coming. I exhaled, dropping my head to the bed, breathing hard.
Close, I’d been so close. If he’d only just gone a few moments more. I groaned in frustration, tears carving tracks down my face, mingling with his seed.
“Look at you,” he purred. “So perfect covered in me. I’ve made such a mess.
” He released my breasts and bent, trapping me in a punishing kiss, caring little that he got cum on himself.
I half sobbed into the kiss, trying to breathe, trying to push past my frustration, past the painful ache in my core that begged for attention.
“I know, love, I know. You were so good. So fucking good. Such a good little demon. I’m going to reward you—you’ll see.”
He pulled back, taking in the sight of me, ruined before him. His movements were lazy as he went to the bathing room and returned with a cloth. “I’m almost hesitant to wipe it away.”
But he gently cleaned me anyway.
“Rixon…?”
“Shhh.” He bent and kissed me again, his tongue stroking mine in a way that reminded me of how he’d fucked my breasts.
Attentive and possessive. Everything in me tightened at the mental picture that replayed in my mind.
It was the most arousing thing he’d ever done—something I could not have imagined.
When he pulled away, he studied me. “Let’s see to your needs. I think you’ve had enough.”
This time, when he lowered his face between my thighs, he ate me the way I needed.
He devoured me with his mouth and his lips and his tongue, and finally, finally, I was at the crest. Right before I came, he pulled away and I screamed.
The demon in me went rabid. It barely heard him as he whispered soothing words then speared me with his cock.
I spasmed around him, coming and coming.
He didn’t stop on the first stroke like before.
Instead, he set a punishing pace that had me sobbing, equal parts relief and pent up frustration.
His body pressed mine into the bed as he fucked me through my first orgasm, and then a second, more powerful one that left me incensed.
I jerked at the restraints, thrashing as my core clamped down around him.
A delighted cry fell from my lips as he came for a third time that night, something that loosed a surprised cry of elation from his lips, too.
Then we both went limp, his face buried in my neck as he said, “Mina, my perfect Mina. My perfect, perfect little demon witch.” Over and over again until my gaze dimmed and I fell asleep.