“We found ourselves amongst humans. We used glamours to look like you. And then, to survive, our young changed. Despite that, a part of us always remained the same. Most female demons will be like you, though not all. All male demons, however, will be like me.”
Goddess above, I could come just from the slow, long thrusts against my clit. He could make me explode again just doing that, and I wouldn’t stop him—though I couldn’t even if I tried.
My entire lower body tensed, ready to explode.
But Damon pulled back with a chuckle. “This time, wife, I intend on marking you,” he said, palming himself once again and bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. I shuddered at the certainty in his eyes; any hesitation he had before was gone.
“I want to feel it with you this time,” he murmured, head inside me now, my pussy fluttering as he pushed further, the swell of his cock making me gasp. “I want to know that feeling of release because ofyou.”
I bit down on a cry as he pushed inside me. The ridges, the bulge, then the rest of him. I wanted to close my eyes and soak it all in, but my stare locked on his, on the way he panted, the shift from certainty to pleasure as he sank inside me making me stop.
There was something powerful about seeing the ancient king shudder as his cock pulsed. “Fuck,” he whispered, fully sheathed now, our hips pressed together—completely joined.
Again, warmth sparked in my chest. If I had access to my bonds, I could almost imagine my magic rising within me and reaching for his end of the mate bond, begging me now to finish it.
I expected to feel an emptiness in my chest reminiscent to the feeling I had when I first woke in Dante’s cell, but instead there was that flicker, that knowledge that it was still inside me.
“My Queen,” Damon murmured, almost desperate. “It feels…”
I gasped when he moved, our position changing for a moment as the shadows helped him brace my legs either side of his hips, holding me in a way that had him sinking deeper inside me. My ass was almost off the table with how he held me, but he readjusted so that he hovered above me, one hand moving to rest beside my head while the other skimmed my body.
“Does that feel good for you, wife?” he asked me quietly, dropping his lips to mine briefly. “Do you like the way my cock scrapesinside you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, breath hitching in my throat as he thrust into me. “Goddess, yes. It feels good.”
I felt every part of him in ways I never expected, and the sensations had me delirious. I met each gentle thrust with a roll of my hips, gasping as my clit brushed the ridge of flesh above his cock.
“That’s it,” he cooed, dropping kisses to my throat. “Take everything from me, my Queen. I am here to serve you—and only you. I am yours.”
It wouldn’t take long for my next climax to hit me, especially as he continued kissing my neck, moving up the other side of my throat to my jaw. Pressure built in my lower abdomen, growing more powerful.
I felt each twitch of his cock, knew when it swelled. It was an entirely different experience than when my other mates came. This feeling was new, and it had me finally breaking free of the shadows holding me back.
My hands went around Damon’s shoulders, nails digging into his back. The demon made a sound—a half growl, half groan that reverberated through his chest and into my own. But I only dug in deeper, the heels of my feet burrowing into his ass as the pressure became too much.
“I’m going to come, Damon,” I said, voice strained. “I’m so close. Tell me you’re close.”
He claimed my lips as if to tell me he was, because one more roll of his hips had everything coming apart.
A gentle warmth lit up my skin right above my heart. Even without seeing, I knew it was his demon mark branding my skin. For a moment, I wondered what it would look like. He already had two snakes on me. What creature from his collection would appear next?
I felt the explosion of my climax rush through me, the swell of his cock as he came, hot and heavy. But it was the pain in my chest, the burning against my back, that had me crying out.
Damon pulled away, his face contorting, eyes burning with fear and something else. I bowed off the table, seeking relief, the agony in my back becomingtoo much.
In the distance, there was a crash. Cursing. But the waves of fire igniting in my body had me delirious.
The pleasure felt like a whisper, a distant memory.
But I knew.
Damon was mine, and our bond had been claimed.
75
Ivy
For a long time, there was only darkness and the pounding of something trying to break into it. But something about this felt…familiar. It was a darkness I’d been in before.
