The thought of the Lord of Bones trying to fit his massive monster cock inside me had me frothing at the mouth, which only made me madder. I hated that skull-headed asshole.
The only thing I hated more than the King of Limbo was how much he called to that dark, depraved part of me that Belial was so insistent on uncovering. They could both go to Hell.
“I fucking hate you,” I snarled in a low voice, which was distorted by a swollen moan as he pushed himself inside me. “I f-fucking…hate…oh…you.”
He buried more of himself into me, and I stretched to take him. It hurt.It hurt so fucking good.
“Oh, little human. Even your lies are sweet. They’re almost as good as hearing your screams.” He punctuated the last word with a punch of his hips, filling more of me.
I screamed as an intense cocktail of pain and pleasure spiked my system. His thrust jerked me forward, my fingers knotting in the sheets. My forehead knocked against the bedpost, and the string of curses pouring from my mouth on the next thrust had him burying the last few inches of himself inside me.
His grip on my hips tightened, his claws elongating and scouring my skin. “Bleeding Hells. You fit all of me.”
“You said you were going to be gentle, you bastard.”
“I did. I’m sorry.”
I blanched at his apology. With the way the words rolled off his tongue, I had a feeling he wasn’t used to apologizing to anyone.
“Fuck you, Belial.”
A pregnant pause settled between us, the most intense span of awkward silence I’d ever experienced considering how we were connected.
“I’ve fucked this up already…” He swore beneath his breath and started to pull out.
“No!” I blurted before I could swallow down the word.
His spine bowed and he draped himself over me, the weight of his muscled body making my arms and legs shake.
“Do you want me to stop or not?” he asked, his mouth in my hair. I turned my head, trying to see him through the blindfold, But I could only make out his vague silhouette through the fabric.
“I don’t want you to stop. But it hurts being this close to you…” I admitted.
His lips kissed the patch of skin behind my ear. “Do you like the pain?”
I did. I hated how much I liked it, but that didn’t take away from how much I enjoyed every second of it.
“Yes…”
“That’s what I thought. I’m trying to be better at the way I inflict it…” His lips went to my shoulder, and then he painted a lick down my shoulder blade. “I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be human. All these emotions are like new to me.Caringis new.” He paused for a beat, pressing his lips to my skin again. “Sometimes I can’t control my brutal nature. It’s what I’ve been for so long.”
His hands went back to my thighs and he nudged his hips forward, shoving all of himself back inside me. He growled, his fingers flexing painfully into my flesh.
“I’ll try to control myself…:”
He was hesitating, struggling to be gentle like he’d promised, but I decided I didn’t need that from him. Mark had been gentle. “Don’t be.”
He tensed behind me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded into the mattress, my fingers clenching the sheets for dear life. “If it’s too much, I have my safe word,” I reminded him to ease his mind, although I had no plans to use it. “I want to see how badly you want me.”
With that, something snapped inside him, all restraint washing away like the breaking of a dam. He pounded into me, each stroke feeling as though it was relieving the mounting pressure between us.
The relief of it had my hips angling up and pushing back so I could meet each of his frantic thrusts.
“I’m not going to be able to stop until you're dripping with me, Rayven,” he grit out.
“Will I get pregnant? I’m… not on birth control.” I felt silly asking the question. He said himself that he was a human that had died eons ago. But now he was something different, a new creature entirely. Maybe one that was capable of breeding.
