I should’ve been disgusted by what he was doing. But I couldn’t shake the warm, delicious pressure building between my thighs. I couldn’t shake how good he feIt against me.
I wanted him. Asleep or awake. Alive or dead.
Titus Leeds had become a potent drug. His scent. His startling eyes. The way his scar pulled tight when he glared at me. How his hard muscles and biting fingertips fit against me, as if I’d been molded just for him. How he made me feel things again. Everything about him was addictive.
It was a struggle to stay still and keep my heart rate steady as the head of his cock nudged against my entrance. He filled me slower this time than the first time. It was funny how gentle he was with me when he thought I wasn’t looking.
I centered myself, my body and mind struggling to process everything that was happening. The weight of his body on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress. His faint grunts perfectly timed with his thrusts, fanning over my face. His cock surging into me, causing his hips to knock into mine. He was so brutal in his tenderness with me.
My head fell to the side, and I cracked my eyelids to see his fingers digging into the sheets beside my pillow. His chest crushed against mine, and his lips pressed a ravenous kiss against my own that was parasitic in the way it crawled inside me and ate at my lungs.
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
He felt so painfully good.
There was a building agony inside me as he grew bigger, his dick throbbing while shoving deeper and deeper until I thought he might split me in half.What was happening?
When claws sprouted from his fingertips, my eyes shot open. Then, I saw them.
Thick, black horns, and his one white eye glowing from behind black bangs that fell in pieces over his face.
There was a monster inside me.
I should have screamed. Or tried to escape. I didn’t. I wasn’t even repulsed.
“This is the part where you sob in terror, where you beg me to let you go.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I found myself saying.
He blinked, the white eye just a hair faster and then the green. “Why? I’m a devil, Lore. A monster.”
“I might not have known what you were exactly, but I knew that you were different. It didn’t stop me from wanting you then. So why would it now?”
A crease appeared between his brows, as if he was searching my face for the lie. He wouldn’t find it. I was telling the truth. The horns, the claws, the teeth, the tongue. None of these things were a deal breaker.
I pulled him close and wriggled my hips, pushing my stepbrother deeper inside me.
His mouth fell open with pleasure as a low, throaty moan rumbled from his chest. His large arms wrapped around me, tucking me close to him. I threw my arms around his muscled shoulders and allowed him to pull me up into a sitting position and flip us so I was in his lap. He rolled his hips with a delicious pace that had me seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around his waist and, after a few heated moments, I matched his pace and writhed in his lap in perfect rhythm with my devil.
He rocked into me with tender ease, making love to me.Love.It was slow, and gentle, and beautiful.
The pressure built, the promise of release was almost there. “Fuck,” I breathed, my voice crumbling as my climax came on hard and fast. My head rocked back, but his huge hand was there on the next beat of my heart, tilting my head at my nape and forcing my gaze to meet his.
“I’m coming with you,” he huffed. “I’m coming…”
He was coming, unloading his devil seed inside me. Fucking hell. This was better than any demon romance I’d ever read before. Better than the toys. Better than I could have ever imagined.
There was so much more to our dynamic than an inappropriate game between step-siblings. The stakes had heightened. Priorities had shifted in a matter of days.
It was now us against them.
“Y-you’re going to l-leave with m-me?” I whined on a moan as I brought my lips to his, kissing and licking and whimpering his name.
“Yes. I was full of shit. From the second I saw you, I decided I wanted you more than I wanted the perfect death for my father. Your blood. Your cum. Your soul.”
I gripped his horns, shy at first, but my fists tightened around them at his pleasure-laced growl as he unloaded the last drop of his cum inside me. I sagged against him, and a peaceful quiet flitted between us as I closed my eyes and caught my breath. I rested my brow against his, and melted against him with a winding sigh. “You can have it, you know.”
He held me back in his arms to level me with a look. “Have what?”
