She blinked, shaking her head as her attention shifted back to my face. I grinned at her, watching as a hesitant smile came to her mouth in response.
“I don’t think—”
“Don’t worry about that right now, songbird. All you need to worry about today is letting me watch you come,” I said, shovingher worries away for tomorrow. Whatever it was that had started to take her out of the moment was a concern for another time. “I want to watch you soak your fingers. Nothing is evil, Margot. Lust can create something beautiful, too.”
“I—” She broke off, her fingers hesitating as I reached between us.
I held her, refusing to allow her to stop when she was so close. I didn’t touch her tender, swollen flesh, but looked her in the eyes as I smirked. “Without lust, none of humanity would exist. Without it, I wouldn’t have you,” I said, earning a strangled gasp from her mouth. She huffed a laugh, but her hand resumed its playing, working her clit with me so close. I leaned my forehead against hers, holding her gaze as I stroked my cock. Her breath hitched, her fingers working faster. She was going to orgasm before I was ready, her body already primed, but I knew enough about Red witches to know that her orgasm would pull me over the edge with her.
“With me,” I said, holding her gaze as she gasped. She curled her body forward as she tightened, her eyes blazing like the brightest flames I’d ever seen.
And then she came, her magic bursting out of her like a storm. Her body shook with the force of it. My cum soaked my hand as she stole my pleasure from me and absorbed it, a give-and-take balance that brought her body into harmony more than I’d ever seen from her. The tense lines of her face smoothed out as I released myself, staring into the fires of her eyes. The glow she always carried seemed brighter, making her look like a goddess as she reached forward. Her hand smelled like her pussy as she peeled the bandage away from my neck, staring down at the freshly healed pink flesh in shock.
Her gaze roamed over the rest of my injuries, shifting to the side to look at my wounds and the burns on my legs as I laughed. Bringing her hand to my mouth, I pressed her fingers against my tongue to get my first taste of Heaven.
“Everything you do is beautiful, Margot,” I said, shrugging as she sagged forward, her mind trying to understand the intensity of the magic she kept inside her. “Why would this be any different?”
She laughed, launching herself at me. She tackled me to the bed, hugging me so tightly that I didn’t dare to move. Even though she seemed to have forgotten, we were both nude from the waist down. Her pussy was so close to my cock, but I shoved down the desire building anew.
This witch would be the death of me if she didn’t fuck me first.
33
MARGOT
My skin felt too sensitive after the hot shower that had washed all of Beelzebub’s blood away. He’d insisted we get changed and move on from the Fifth Circle, wanting to arrive in the next before we rested for the night. I didn’t dare to ask what his hesitation was with staying here, but I had the sinking suspicion I already knew.
The memory of Satanus’s lack of emotion as Beelzebub died was fresh on my mind, and I wondered what the story was there. He helped me slip into a change of clothes, gliding the pants over my legs. I’d been tempted to resist, but it seemed foolish now that he’d seeneverythingthere. I flushed as he stood, smirking as his unblemished body moved toward the door.
He didn’t have a single scar, his form completely free from wounds or any indication that he’d been so gravely injured. Mine wasn’t so free of marks, the skin around my wrists raw and irritated from where the ropes had snapped free.
Beelzebub’s eyes strayed to them, a question in that gaze that I refused to answer. The memory of Amelia telling him that I’d been bound was hazy in my memory, but his gaze was warm and understanding.
“How?” he asked, voicing the question I’d hoped he would allow me to avoid. Admitting to my feelings, admitting I was nolonger trapped in my unfeeling cycle was not something I was ready to do.
“It happened when you were dying,” I admitted, wincing because even that felt too close to an admission. I didn’t know what to do with the new feelings swirling inside of me, with the warmth I felt every time he looked at me.
I didn’t know how to do any of this.
Beelzebub nodded, an understanding smile crossing his face. “I’ll be here, whenever you’re ready to let me in, songbird,” he said, stepping closer and touching his mouth to my forehead sweetly. It warmed me more than normal, sinking into my gut and making my skin tingle with goose bumps.
How had I gone through my life without ever feelingthis?
“Where’s my scythe?” he asked, stepping back and looking around the room as if trying to connect the pieces. “How did you get me here? The last I remember, we were still in the path between the pit of souls.”
I swallowed, wringing my hands as I studied him intently. I didn’t know how this news would be taken, and it made me nervous to be honest. “Satanus took your scythe when he rescued you from the pit,” I said, wincing when his muscles seemed to freeze solid.
“Satanus pulled me out?” he asked, his voice low. His frame was tense, his shoulders raised high as he closed the distance between us. He cupped my cheeks in his hands, staring down at me intently. “Did he also bring me here?”
I swallowed, nodding my agreement.
His eyes shuddered closed. “Tell me you didn’t,” he said, his voice pleading. His forehead touched mine, the pleading in his eyes striking me in the heart. In the same place he’d torn in two. I couldn’t bear to be the reason for that expression on his face, no matter what he thought of me.
“Didn’t what?” I asked, smiling up at him as I tried to play it off.
But I knew enough about demons, and Beelzebub had warned me enough to know what he meant. I’d made a bargain, and I would one day be beholden to whatever terms Satanus set forth. One day, I’d have to give him whatever he wanted in exchange for saving Beelzebub’s life, and even though it made anxiety churn in my gut, I couldn’t regret it.
He stood before me, whole and unharmed, and for that it was a price I would willingly pay.
