Page 51 of Wreaking Havoc
“I’m hard again. How am I hard again?”
Kai grinned wolfishly. “Because, sweet Sascha, my cock presses against all the right places. You’ll come at least twice before I’m done with you.”
Sascha managed to purse his slack lips into the semblance of a pout. “Don’t sound so smug.”
But Kaiwassmug. How could he not be? Sascha was taking him so well, his body accepting Kai’s perfectly, as if made for it.
Kai had known it would be this way. He was going to get Sascha addicted to fucking a demon. To fuckingthisdemon.
He grabbed at Sascha’s hips, letting his talons grow, just to see the press of them into the soft, pale flesh there. Not enough to break the skin—not with Sascha’s aversion to blood—but enough to tease at the idea.
He picked up the pace as best he could with the tight fit, setting a steady rhythm that had Sascha pressing his face into the bedding again.
It wasn’t long before Sascha wailed once again, not quite as muffled as before. Kai growled his approval at another orgasm from his partner.
Sascha’s body went limp. “Jesus,” he sighed. “That was—”
“Was?” Kai wrapped an arm around Sascha’s waist, hauling him up and back against him, before twisting until he was seated on the edge of the bed, Sascha in his lap with his back against him, still impaled on his cock. “What did I say before, zaychik?” He ran his tongue along the side of Sascha’s neck. “That you’d come twice before I’m done. And I’m not done with you yet.”
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Sascha
Sascha blinked dazedly, trying to make his brain process the quick change of position. Were they really not done yet? He’d come twice already. And while it wasn’t precisely unheard of for him, it was all usually a bit more…spaced out?
Kai shifted underneath him—shiftedinsidehim—and Sascha let out a ragged moan.
He was sofull.
He’d never been this full in his life, and he wasn’t exactly virginal to begin with. It should have hurt, should have at the very least burned, but apparently Kai’s venomous jizz really was magic, because there was no pain at all.
Just pressure and—
“Oh!” Sascha cried out as Kai lifted him by the hips, withdrawing almost completely, before dropping him back down in a slow glide.
Sascha’s poor spent cock twitched, somehow filling with blood again.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but those ridges were merciless, pressing against every inch of Sascha’s inner walls, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. One would have thought the venom would numb the sensation as well as the pain, but no—it seemed to amplify it, if anything. A constant, heated tingling warming Sascha up from the inside out.
His head fell back against Kai’s chest, his eyelids fluttering closed. He’d never had reason to be accused of being a pillow princess before, but in this case…all he could do was take it.
“Your dick should be illegal,” he tried to say as Kai moved that massive cock in and out of him again. But it all just came out as another garbled groan.
“What was that?” Kai asked, amusement lacing his voice.
This fucking smug bastard. Just because he was a gorgeous giant beast with the cock of a god, he thought he had one over on Sascha?
Was he even affected by all this?
Sascha opened bleary eyes, tilting his head back against that smooth chest to peer up at him. Kai’s eyes were glowing again, and his lips were parted, panting almost silently, his eyes locked on Sascha’s hardening dick.
Not completely unaffected, then.
He was too beautiful by far though. Sascha needed to taste his mouth again. He just did.
“Kiss me?” he pleaded, somehow managing to form the words this time.
Kai growled, his head dipping down, that pointed tongue delving into Sascha’s mouth. He tasted like the scent surrounding Sascha, like smoke and spice. He continued lifting and dropping Sascha on his cock while he plundered his mouth, determined to take every bit of Sascha hostage.
