My moans grew more desperate with each of our thrusts.
And that damn tail.
Selvyn pressed it hard against my clit and twirled, giving me the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“Selvyn,” I screamed as my cunt gripped his cock.
A stream of liquid gushed from my pussy, covering his chest.
“My god!” Selvyn spasmed beneath me as his cocks filled me with his cum.
I released his hands and rocked my hips, watching as he closed his eyes and parted his lips with a groan.
“Selvyn,” I whispered.
“Hmm, angel?” He didn’t bother to open his eyes.
“God could never bring me that sort of pleasure.”
Chapter10
Iwoke the following morning with Iris pressed tight against my chest. For a long time, I lay there and listened to her light breaths, the tiny whistle of her nose, savoring the way she felt on top of my body.
I didn’t ever want it to end.
I would have kept her with me forever if it was possible. If this wasn’t some fleeting moment in the lonely abyss that was my life as the Dalwick Demon.
Eventually, Iris stirred, leaving behind a small trail of drool as she rubbed her face over my chest.
“Morning, angel,” I whispered, and ran my rough palm over the smooth skin of her back.
“Morning,” she said as she propped herself up on her elbows, placing her head between her palms and fixing those deep brown eyes on me.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, and tugged on a strand of her hair that had slipped loose from her braid.
She dug her teeth into her lower lip and looked away. “Of course I slept well after that.” A bright blush spread over her pale cheeks.
It was delightful to see her like this. So sweet and so shy. In our short time together, I had somehow gained her trust. Given all she’d been through in her short life, that was no small feat.
I let out a deep laugh and wrapped my arms around her. So badly I wanted to kiss her, but it was time I put some distance between the two of us. Leaving her was going to be hard enough without continuing this affection throughout the day.
I released my grip and cleared my throat, rolling Iris off of my body and onto the furs. Rising to my feet, I turned my back to her while I fastened the belt of my kilt and stepped into my boots.
When I turned around, Iris was cinching the bodice of her threadbare dress. My gaze caught on her bare feet and I gripped her arm just as she was about to stand.
“Your feet. Let me wrap them.” I’d see to it that the first thing Elric bought her was a nice pair of shoes–that she’d have all the things she needed.
Iris stretched out her legs and watched me as I worked.
“They look much better,” I said as I finished binding them.
“Hmm?” There was a faraway look in her eyes as she stared at me, her face solemn.
“Your feet. They look much better.”
I went to stand and she grabbed my arm.
“Selvyn, I—” The corner of her mouth pulled down into a frown, those brown eyes pleading with me.
