“Forgive me.” It was a hoarse whisper, so unlike the bellowing roars he’d met the other demons with.
Selma blinked in confusion. Nothing about his behavior had suggested that he was anything but completely and irrevocably grappled by the power of his instincts—and the rock-hard bulge she felt against her stomach now, along with the unmistakable fire in his eyes, made it very clear that he was more than ready to claim his prize.
And yet… he asked for forgiveness? For what?
Before she could ask, his scorching mouth and achingly soft lips closed over hers. She moaned and clutched at his biceps. The kiss was rougher than his words had suggested, but Selma was not even close to being capable of protesting. She simply clung to him and let his hot tongue dance with hers as he tasted and teased her in ways that went straight to her nipples and clit.
When he finally released her lips, she was panting, and her head spun with the onslaught of sensation.
The demon grabbed her by the hair again and pulled firmly enough to crane her neck back.
His teeth grazed her exposed throat, causing her breath to explode from her as more liquid trickled down her thighs.
“Kain!”
He growled at her cry. Then he brushed his fingers against her clit, teasing the already painfully tight ring encircling it.
“Kain…” Even through her need for him and the delightful things he was doing, she felt a sliver of unease. Every time someone had touched that cursed ring, they’d done it to control and abuse her.
“I promise.” The whispered words sent more shivers through her. “I will always protect you.”
Then he pressed his mouth against her forehead, against the mark blinding her to what he was, and twisted the ring sharply.
Her world went white as agony tore through her pelvis, and she screamed. But heat followed the pain, and the need she’d been battling for so long rose like a tidal wave.
This time, it would be sated. He would sate it.
Her next scream wasn’t from pain. She tore at his shoulders, his chest, and his pants, throwing herself back against his arms to try and get enough leverage to make any sort of impact on his hulking mass.
Growling deeply at her sudden attack, Kain pushed her to the floor. She landed on her backside in the sawdust, but before she could launch herself at him again to make him fill that horrible, empty void inside of her, he was on top of her.
The heavy feeling of his body was just what she needed, and she keened desperately, spreading her legs wide to try and encompass his hips.
But Kain had other plans.
He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and something in her brain clicked into place.
This was it—this was exactly how it was meant to be. Selma arched her back and spread her knees as her lust-addled brain made her prepare to submit her weeping pussy to the dominant male snarling with lust behind her. Her liquids practically gushed down her naked thighs in invitation, and when his large hands grasped her hips to angle her pelvis just right, she sobbed.
“Kain, please! I need you, please! Take me, fill me, make me!”
Burning hot flesh pressed against her swollen nether lips as he slid his hands over her bottom to help spread her pussy open.
The stretch was more than she’d anticipated, but also exactly what she needed. When he’d had her in bed before, she hadn’t been cognizant enough to note his size—but she did now.
She groaned with raw lust and curled her fingers against the sawdust when the tip of his engorged meat breached her entrance, stretching her dripping lips as it sank in.
The thick head finally popped into her channel, sending shocks of sensation through her as the ridges along the rim dug in, ensuring she’d stay put during the mating. It hurt—there was no two ways about it—and Selma cried out as she reflexively flinched to escape it.
Kain grasped her harder around the waist to keep her from moving, then he shoved his brutal mass deeper.
“Ngh! Yes!”
Her outburst was involuntary. He forced her pussy wide and it spasmed around his invading force. Then those hellish ridges sank into her swollen G-spot.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as her entire body contracted around him, curling in on itself in delicious convulsions. She wanted to scream, but no sound passed her lips other than high-pitched wheezing, burning pleasure constricting her throat and curving her spine.
He paused, her wonderful tormentor, though his hands tightening painfully on her hips suggested that he was more than ready to finish the job and claim her fully. Through the rush of blood in her ears she could hear him panting harshly behind her, and the shaking from his attempt to control himself transferred into her from where they were connected.
