He switched to the other nipple, beginning to toy and lap at it with his tongue. The onslaught made my whole body light up, and I wriggled in place again, but the tug of his knot against my hole reminded me I was stuck in place. He continued to toy with the tip of my nipple, gliding against it over and over again. I heated up from the inside out, as if I were about to burst and go supernova. Yet he continued to toy with me, ignoring my desperate cock.
Cillian ran his palms down my sides, along my hips, my thighs, his warm, callused skin activating everywhere he touched. All while he continued his assault on my nipples, alternating one at a time until the feeling grew so intense the almost ticklish burst of pleasure made me squirm. He seemed to revel in it, touching and teasing me until I panted for him, my breaths coming out ragged. I was growing so hot inside, I thought I would immolate, and yet all I could think of was being fucked by him again.
Even with him still inside me.
I could never get enough of this man.
And I didn’t want to leave him.
I leaned in and pressed my lips against his elegant neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. He stopped toying with my nipples and looked up, those golden eyes shining with a depth of emotion that terrified me. Yet it was all I’d wanted for a lifetime.
Cillian kissed me then, and the power behind it made me melt. No words were exchanged in this moment, but they weren’t needed. The desperation between us rose with every passing minute, as we both understood this could be our last. That once we left the sanctity of tonight, we might no longer be able to reclaim any of this.
His knot began to deflate inside me at last, and he pulled out.
His cum started to flood out, some of it trickling down the inside of my thigh, but Cillian pressed his fingers against my gaping hole, stopping the flow.
“You need more of my cum inside you,” he murmured, rubbing his fingers against my wet and sloppy hole. “I want it leaking down your thighs for days.”
Ngh. I panted, the throb in my balls unbearable. I would explode if I didn’t come, and yet I didn’t want to either. I wanted him to fuck me and toy with me for as long as possible.
“Flip over. On the bed on your stomach,” he said, giving my hole a light spank. The squelching sound it made sent a flush of heat and embarrassment through me. I loved it so much. Slowly, I rose on my knees, my thighs trembling, and then I extricated myself from Cillian’s lap to flop in the middle of the bed, stomach first. His cum gushed from my hole, making a mess between my thighs.
Cillian settled behind me with a creak, then a schlick, schlick sound. I glanced back to see him stroking his cock with the glisten of more lube. Even after fucking and knotting me, he looked harder than I believed possible. A demon’s refractory period was much shorter than a human’s, and for that I was grateful. His black hair was tousled and messy from how hard he’d fucked me, and a sheen of sweat slicked over his muscles, making them glisten in the low light.
“Mark me,” I begged. “As much as you can.”
“You want me to unleash on you, pet?”
“You know I can take it,” I challenged.
His golden eyes flared with a fierceness that turned me on beyond belief. He swallowed hard and ran his palm against my cheek. “No one can take me like you do.”
My throat grew tight, and my eyes burned. The melancholy tinge to his words, they sounded too much like a goodbye.
He settled behind me again, and I slumped forward into the bed. My erection dug into the mattress, and I gave a slight shift of my hips, just to feel the silken sheets against it. A shudder rippled through me, and Cillian squeezed my cheek tight.
“You can come on my cock or not at all,” he said, and then he nudged the tip of his cock against my hole.
There was no resistance as he slid right back in where he belonged. His cock was thick and perfect, and feeling it inside me again offered such staggering relief it came as a surprise. Even though I’d be sore in the morning, I wanted the ache for as long as possible. My moan echoed through the room as I gripped the bedsheets tight.
Instead of riding me the way he normally did, he blanketed my body with his. Cillian’s hands wrapped over my fists, his legs bracketing mine and his heavy weight over the top of me as he crushed me into the bed. I died a little in that moment, knowing I’d never find heaven like this again. His body crushed mine into the mattress, making me feel small, vulnerable…and protected. My throat grew tight as I shifted my hips, trying to get him to move.
Cillian nipped at my ear. “No, pet. I’m in control here.”
A shudder ran through me, and I surrendered to him. He ran his fangs down my neck, across my shoulder, the sensations making my cock leak. I writhed beneath him to feel how his big body kept me trapped. I wouldn’t want to be trapped by anyone else.
Cillian pulled his hips back at last, his cock withdrawing to the tip—then he slammed into me again. A torrent of bliss thundered through me from the way he nailed my prostate, from how the shift dragged my oversensitive cock along the silken sheets. “Good pet,” he murmured, his grip around my fists tightening. I swallowed hard, those words warming me from the inside out.
He thrust inside me again, finding a flow, an inexorable push-pull that had me panting. Flare after flare of pleasure rolled through me as he rocked my body against the mattress, my prostate so sensitive at this point I could scream. My balls ached to the point of pain, and each shift of his hips dragged my length along the sheets, the frictionalmostenough, but not quite.
Cillian’s grunts behind me, the powerful flex of his muscles around me, had me drifting higher and higher. Sweat slicked our skin between us, the fiery inferno uncontained. I drank in the scent of cum, of sweat, ofhim. All of it turned me on even more. He fucked into me with a slow, sensual deliberation that would be my undoing. Each glide made my limbs tremble, but there was nowhere I could go, trapped under his body.
“You’re mine,” he murmured as he thrust in, the ridges of his cock sparking bliss all over again. “Mine.”
I was his. Body and soul.
The inexorable glide of his cock inside me was addicting, and my cock was so close to shooting off, but I needed more.
