“Fuck,” I panted as his mouth wandered down to my apex, kissing the patch of hair between my legs.
His fingers twirled the coarse hairs, his hot breath spilling down my core with a satisfied hum. “I love the color of your hair here. As black as a raven’s back. You know, legend has it that raven’s are in their own way, psychopomps themselves. It’s said they carry souls from the land of the living to the land of the dead.”
A moan hissed past my clenched teeth as his mouth moved lower, his tongue slipping through my folds. “A-and i-is it true?”
Christ, helaughedagainst me, making my walls clench around his tongue as it dipped in an inch or so before pulling out so he could reply.
“No. Well, not until now,” he mused. “You are named Rayven, and you are carrying a soul.”
“But I’ll be taking my soul back to the land of the living with me,” I forced out, my legs beginning to tremble with anticipation. “This isn’t a one way trip.”
I expected him to argue, to toss back one of his snarky ass comments about me not being able to leave. Instead, his lips curved in a smirk against my entrance, and his hands came up beneath my thighs, pulling them into the air and spreading them further apart.
His breath had a delicious shiver skipping down my spine, and a moan tore from my throat when his tongue sank back inside. His masculine groan filled the air at the way my heartbeat drummed against his tongue, and tension coiled in my belly. It was all too much and not enough.
I wanted more. I wanted it to stop.
Fuck. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.
It was so good I never wanted it to end, but I knew it had to. If it didn’t, my soul would never make it back to the mortal realm. I’d be stuck here forever, possibly caught between this demon and his king.
My mind was a mess, but through the swirling thoughts, a little voice in the back of my head was loud and clear.“Would that be so bad?”
Chapter34
RAYVEN
Belial fuckedme with his mouth until I was dizzy with pleasure, every part of me screaming for more. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, all my self composure disintegrated and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“I want your cock,” I told him on a shaky exhale. “Please. I’m ready for it. Ineedit.”
I’d only known him for a few days, but it didn’t feel like it. Time passed differently in Limbo, minutes stretching on for hours, hours dragging by like days. It felt like I’d been here for an eon, waiting for Belial to take me for an eternity.
How was that possible? How had I been waiting my entire life to be with someone I’d only just met?
This felt like fate—no, something darker than that. My need for this demon was as palpable and binding as the chains around my wrists and the collar around my throat.
It was a prison sentence, one without parole or bail. Purgatory.
Fitting, considering I was falling in love with a demon of Limbo.
My breath hitched when his hand smoothed over my pussy, his fingers easily sliding through my arousal.
“If you weren’t so wet already, I’d prepare you more so you can take all of me.” He suddenly flipped me around with ease so I was on my hands and knees. The chain of my handcuffs twisted, the metal biting into my skin.
He planted himself behind me, one hand on my hip and his other working to free the laces of his pants.
“But I don’t have the patience for that. Besides…” His voice dropped an octave, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “Just in case you don’t make it out of the labyrinth, my cock will be good training for you. The Lord of Bones’ is much bigger than mine.”
I choked on a gasp, a fresh wave of tears stinging my eyes. This time they were bitter and angry.
What the actual fuck?
Why would he say that to me?Why now?
Was he trying to hurt me? Or had he expected that saying such a thing would only make me wetter?
Because god-fucking-damn it, it did.
