Thick, hard flesh pushed in between her legs, spreading her lower lips obscenely wide. If she’d had the strength, she would have cried out the moment he thrust in, filling her to bursting. Instead she could only groan into the darkness as Kain’s heat claimed her in one long, slow push.
He was so deliciously big that even in her weak state, her pussy clutched desperately at his girth, and every nerve ending sang with the violent pressure.
“Fuck!” His growl was low and rich, marking the moment he bottomed out in her tight sheath. “Selma…”
No sound followed her hoarsely whispered name—only the spine-breakingly intense sensation of his hips drawing back and his thick cock and primed ridges rubbing deeply at every sweet spot inside her. She may not be able to feel most of her body, but she certainly felt him and the places his scorching flesh made her come alive with his touch.
It was almost too much, despite her ring making her pussy weep and open for his punishing girth. When they’d mated before, she’d been fully in her body and capable of squirming and screaming as he pummeled her into oblivion. This time all she could do was lie there and take it, her focus solely on the sensation of his grueling length pushing into her over and over.
“Feel me, my love,” her mate gasped from the empty space above her. “I got you. Just feel me.”
Just feel him? She could do little else!
But behind the violent stretch and her pussy’s desperate grip on him was something else—something more. It almost felt as if every thrust into her core brought life with it, as if the pleasure of his presence inside of her anchored her fleeting consciousness to her slowly waking body. Where his skin brushed against hers, her presence of mind slowly returned, and every thrust produced shockwaves of pure pleasure.
Selma floated in the suspended state of semi-consciousness, unable to grasp any sense of time in the darkness. There was only the full, slick thrusts of Kain’s body as he brought her back from the brink of something she wasn’t sure she could have found her way back from on her own.
Soon her pelvis was straining against the intrusion in an increasingly urgent search for just a little more, just that final thrust?—
“Yes!”
She screamed the word in her mind at the same time her lover roared it, following through with a hot flood of liquid deep between her legs. It filled her with the heat of the sun, spreading warmth through every cell in her body as if spring had suddenly set in after a long, cold winter.
“You risked your life to get me. You little fool.”
Selma hummed quietly at Kain’s tender, yet scolding whisper, enjoying the sensation of her mate’s hot breath against her ear. Her arms were still heavy and lethargic, but at least she could feel them again.
With some effort she lifted them and wrapped them around his torso, knowing her caress would soothe him as much as the heavy press of his body soothed her.
“Can you move yet, my beautiful? We need to get to safer quarters.”
She frowned at his question. Safer quarters? She felt safe and warm in the protective cocoon of his heat. Why would they need?—
The memory of the Queen’s residence snapped back with unpleasant force.
They still weren’t safe.
The surge of adrenaline that followed made her eyes open wide and dig her fingers into Kain’s strong sides.
Faint daylight filtered in to replace the darkness she’d floated in for uncounted hours, suggesting it was just on the cusp of dawn. She didn’t have time to reflect more on what that meant for how long she’d been out, because in the next moment, her eyes managed to focus on the man resting between her thighs.
Black and red scales covered his naked body and long, ebony horns sprang from his skull. Though his angular features were eerily familiar, they were also those of a monster.
Selma screamed, reflexively striking out at the beast on top of her in a panic.
The unwavering knowledge and trust of who she had just made love to was replaced by her worst nightmare come to life, his brutal girth still lodged deep inside of her.
“Get off, get off! Get the fuck off me!”
With a grunt of surprise the demon obeyed, moving swiftly and easily off her still-flailing body. He only paused to pull out of her swollen pussy, gently dislodging himself from her flesh despite her attempts to kick him.
“Selma…” Her name was a deep rumble from the back of his throat. His eyebrows were knit in either concern or frustration.
The second he was out of her body she scurried backwards, only stopping when metal hit her back and shoulders. It was the side of the helicopter they’d flown in to save Kain; it was still on the ground, and the demon had pulled back far enough that he was now crouched outside the opposite door, giving her space.
“Calm her down, Kain. It’s just the mark’s effect wearing off. Your baby must have needed that infusion of power to be strong enough to protect her from it.”
The calm voice came from somewhere behind the demon hovering by the open door.
