Page 17 of The Dame & the Devil
I catch the hand in my hair and draw it down to my clit, pressing his thumb to me in silent command.
“Do you want to come apart?” he asks, pressing the rough pad against me and grinding.
I nod, unable to do anything more than whimper.
When his other hand drags down my ribs, claws sliding through my skin, the pain strikes a pleasure through me that’s too intense.
The orgasm that hits me feels like he’s shoved his hand through my chest again and seized my heart.
The cry that leaves my lips echoes through the dark space above me and I screw my eyes shut as I lock around him like a vise, my whole body trembling with the force of it.
I don’t know how long I shake, how many times my pussy clamps down tight on him as he teases my swollen clit.
But I’m still breathless when my eyes flutter open and I meet the Devil’s discerning gaze.
“You make very pretty sounds, little fool. Perhaps that wicked heart is worth more than I’d imagined.”
“What is it worth?”
One hand squeezes at my hip as the other coasts up to wrap around my throat. “We shall see.”
Those clawed fingers hold tight to my neck and my eyes lock with his, relaxing my jaw as much as I can manage and let his tail fuck my mouth.
I don’t need to rock on him. Each movement of his tail makes me squeeze tight to him. I want to tell him I like it. I want to tell him not to stop.
I want him to throw me to the floor and fuck me until I lose all sense and beg him to ease my frustration.
His tail keeps me from asking for things I can’t take. Things I can’t bear to have him refuse me.
“Do you want to come again, little fool?”
I nod, the movement pressing his tail further down my throat.
And my brows pinch when his grip softens. I don’t want him to stop.
His hand skims down my neck, over my chest, and slides around my hip to grasp one cheek.
“I told you,” he says as his tail pulls from my mouth and he uses his grip to open me and force me to lean forward all at once. “Give me anything, and I’ll take everything.”
Pressure and fullness blossom behind me as his tail, wet from my mouth, pushes against my ass.
I whimper, the sound passing from my lips over his, grateful for the slickness his tongue left behind as that flared tip passes into me.
“Are you still brave enough to take me, little fool?”
I’m not sure bravery has much to do with it. Right now I’m a creature spun from desire.
“I want everything.” A part of me thinks I’ll burst into flames if I get it… another is certain that’s what will happen if I don’t.
He stills within me, eyes narrowing on my face. “Everything can wait. I don’t plan on breaking you before I’ve seen just how much you’re willing to beg for.
In the next moment, he pulls from me, fully and I cry out at the loss of him, the indignant sound dies with a squeak as he lifts me, turns me.
He shoves me down on my stomach on the bench—no, the altar he first made me come on—and my fingers grip at the velvety smooth surface.
But I don’t have to beg to have him back.
His cock presses into me with a brutal thrust and his tail returns a moment later.
