Page 125 of Pretty Little Death


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He leaned a little more of his weight over me, driving the head of his cock just inside me. My lips parted, my hips arching at the insane stretch I could already feel. His knot was swollen a little, his emotions running so high I couldn't have separated my lust from his if I tried.

With a hand on my ass, he let me take more of him, until he was buried deep inside me.

He dragged his thumb over my clit lightly, and I detonated.

My cries were loud and frantic. I bucked and arched and moved, burying my fingers in his hair and gripping so tightly it had to have been painful.

"If you don't knot me today, I swear," I began, panting and trembling.

"What'll you do to me?"

"I don't know," I moaned, my fingers tugging on his hair as I rocked. He changed the angle as he drove into me slowly, and the sound I made was pure desperation.

I couldn't stay still.

I couldn't stop moving.

I came again, with a needy cry of pleasure that someone could've heard all the way from the street.

Grayson's voice strained. "You're so fucking hot."

He filled me again, and I pulled his hair tighter.

The pleasure was unreal.

His lust and devotion and possessiveness bled through the bond, melding with my own bliss and need and love as he fucked me slowly. "Last chance to change your mind."

"Give me what I want, Darke."

He swore viciously.

It felt like I gave another piece of my soul to the demon king as he lost control inside me, filling me with his release as his knot inflated completely.

There was a moment of pain.

A brief, tight second where I had to breathe through the sudden intensity. Grayson's panic flared in response, but I forced myself to stay calm.

It didn't hurt.

Not really.

It just felt... big.

"Tell me you're okay. I don't feel your pain anymore. I?—"

"I'm fine, Gray," I breathed. "I'm still adjusting, but it actually feelsgood. It's a lot, but I like it."

The groan that escaped him was nearly feral. "If you're lying to me..."

"You'd feel it if I was lying to you." I tilted my hips just a little, but his knot didn't budge.

He snarled as his cock swelled thicker, and his magic crashed into me like a fucking tidal wave.

I came with a scream, grabbing one of his horns for support as I clung to him, arching and rocking as the most intense orgasm of my life burned through my entire body.

For the first time in centuries, I lost control of my magic completely. Death spiraled out from me in deep, intense waves, but rather than radiating outward, they all hit my mate.

I felt the way it impacted Grayson, through the bond.