But somehow, this half-mad demon with questionable morals knew exactly how to soothe her. He leaned down, his big body pressed against her naked back, and he stroked her hair off her face with one hand, dragging his claws lightly against her scalp.
“That’s it,” he praised in her ear. “You can take me, can’t you?”
“Yes,” she found herself moaning. “Yes, I can take it. I want it—”
Her speech faltered as he gave her more, sinking another inch deeper. The stretch bordered on painful, but this was the kind of pain she wanted more of.
“You’re squeezing me so tight.” His groan sounded unhinged, like he was losing himself to this as much as she was. “Can you take more?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes—”
“You’re so good, bent over my desk, begging to be fucked. I’d kill anyone you asked me to. I’d start another fucking war to reward you.”
She moaned desperately. He fed her a little more and then pulled out partway and started working her slowly, easing in and out with subtle strokes. She was so wet, she could feel her arousal coating the insides of her thighs.
“That’s it.” He pushed a little deeper. “I’m almost halfway.”
Almosthalfway? “Oh my god,” she moaned.
His hips started to move as he fucked her in long, slow strokes. Every inch of his thick girth made her body scream with pleasure. Her eyes were screwed shut, her teeth gritted against the intensity.
And he wasn’t going easy on her anymore. His pace increased, and he pushed deeper with each thrust until she felt him bottom out inside her. Her moans turned to cries, each more uninhibited than the last.
Her palms were flat on the desk beside his, and in an action that surprised her, he gripped them, winding their fingers together. His hands dwarfed hers, and it reminded her just how drastic their size difference was. He was nearly two feet taller than her.
Demon and human. Wrong size. Wrong coupling.
Wrong … but so damn right.
She pushed against him and threw her head back with a cry as he thrust still deeper. He dropped his head and fixed his teeth over her shoulder, hips working against her ass.
He had her pinned, and he seemed to really fucking like that.
His moans and growls became more and more feral, and she knew he was close. Driving this demon over the edge was her new favorite hobby, and the closer he got to his orgasm, the more her own excitement revved up.
He gave a hoarse shout, a curse, and a moan at the same time, and she felt his cock swell inside her. The damn thing got even bigger. Every pulse of his shaft and the searing hot release filling her up from the inside was too much, and she climaxed too.
The world spun like they’d fucked on a Tilt-A-Whirl. Every stroke of his dick was like fucking heaven, and she swore his cum was a healing elixir, because the hot wetness suddenly spilling out of her soothed the aches of being stretched.
His movements slowed to a gentle rocking as they came down together. His frantic growls turned to lazy ones, like a satisfied lion.
And finally, he stilled. Silence descended on the library, save for his heavy breathing as it gusted past her ear, blowing strands of her hair into her face.
He untangled their hands and stroked her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. “You,” he purred, “are proving to be quite the distraction.”
She breathed a tired laugh, which only made her pussy clench, and they both moaned. “You’re the one commanding me to bend over desks and get naked.”
“You’re the one obeying.” There was so much satisfaction in his voice, she could practically taste it.
“You like it.”
“You have no idea. As I said, you’ve created a monster. I think I might have to add some new conditions to your prison sentence, or I’ll never get any work done.”
She tensed slightly. “What does that mean? You said I’d be free to go after your spell was completed.”
“I did say that.”
“You can’t go back on your word, Murmur.”
