Page 18 of The Halo & the Heathen
My eyes are closed when he finally sits and as soon as my knees can support me, I rise up, reaching back to stroke his cock and guide him against me.
Frustration makes me want to scream when I’m not ready for him, but he grips my hair with one hand, pulling me back from his lips like a naughty cat, and he spits in his other before stroking his cock, slicking it for me.
Wet hand wrapping around my throat, my demon pulls me back to his lips, kissing me so deeply I feel like I could get lost in him. One hand pulling me forward, the other pulling me back… I wonder if he hates how much he loves this, too.
It’s noteasyto take him. But it’s not impossible either.
I ride his cock with the heat of hell behind me. When he draws my head back this time, it’s to push his tail against my lips.
“Suck.” He commands, and I obey.
“Are you mine, my little pest?”
I’m glad my mouth is full. I’m afraid of what I might say, because even if I know the truth, it feels like a lie.
But he pulls his tail from my lips. “Do you want me? Or is this just another trick?”
“I’m tired of fighting my desires.”
“Good.” Dragging me to him, he bites my lip before he kisses me.
I gasp against his mouth and he smiles as his tail fills my ass like a plug. I squeeze so tightly around both cock and tail that I think I might hurt myself.
But not everything here is pain.
While I fuck him, he fucks me, and I drop my head to his chest, cheek to hot skin and close my eyes against the searing pleasure that courses through me.
It’s just sex. It doesn’t mean anything. Especially to him.
These feelings are just chemicals, but I relish them anyway.
My skin tingles, the markings glow.
He grunts and the rush of heat that fills me makes me shiver.
How many times have I let my nameless demon fill me? How many more times would I if I had no reason to leave?
Even though he’s already come, he keeps fucking me. He works my clit with his thumb and he doesn’t stop until I’ve broken apart on him.
He’s hollowed me out and made a place for himself inside me. And I don’t hate it.
“Did you think this was going to buy your freedom?” he asks.
“No.” I take a deep breath and keep myself sealed to him. “I know there’s no way you’ll let me out of this place.”
He tips my face up. “She won’t give you what you want.”
He’s wrong.
He has to be.
Standing, he lifts me off of him and his cum rushes down our legs. “I can’t give you what you want, either, but I can help you forget that it’s futile.”
He kisses me, soft and sweet, like the cruelest trick.
“You just have to stay with me.”
“I don’t want to leave.” I say the words and I don’t care if he thinks I’m lying. Idon’twant to. But I have to.
