“You know it’s me, don’t you, baby? The thought of me makes you soaked.”
I pick up speed, holding on to her with one hand across her chest while the other strokes her clit.
“Were you dreaming about me? Hoping I’d break in and shove my cock in you? It’s like you’re trying to get me as addicted as you are.” I groan, voice guttural, increasing my pace. Soft, melodic sounds fall past her lips. “I think I should fuck a baby into you. What do you say? Should I fill you up as my parting gift?”
She answers by strangling my cock, choking it hard enough to send me careening close to the edge of finishing. All sense of composure evaporates from me. I slip out of her and flip her onto her back. The sudden movement makes her tense up, but I’m back inside her in a heartbeat, fucking her—no,making love to her.
That’s what I’m doing.
Fuckingisn’t what she and I were made for. It’s too mundane and ordinary for what we have.
I’m makingloveto her. It’s the only way to describe it. A worshipper doesn’t make sacrifices for their god and call it a crime. This is devotion. Complete adoration and undying loyalty. A painter and his muse.
A strained whimper makes me pause. Mina’s body tenses against mine, and she goes quiet, panting into the darkness. Withdrawing slightly, I rub her clit in slow, soothing circles, kissing the line along her neck and jaw. She gradually relaxes, breaths evening out.
I haven’t figured out why she’ll suddenly coil up—whether it’s pain or pleasure—but I’ll get to the bottom of it. Sometimes, I’ll crook my fingers a certain way, and I’ll get this very reaction.
My cock twitches before I start thrusting back into her in careful, steady motions. She stirs like she’s about to wake.
“Leo?” Mina mumbles, half asleep.
Depraved satisfaction flows through me, but I don’t let up with my movements. Of course my girl knows whose cock is inside her. “That’s right, beautiful. It’s me,” I whisper. “Go back to sleep, baby. Let me get you all nice and filled so you’ll have me with you all day tomorrow.” Her eyelids twitch like she’s torn between waking or living out whatever depraved fantasy she’s playing. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll come back tomorrow and fuck my cum into you again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Mina makes a noise that sounds a lot like agreement, and I smile, leaning down to take her nipple into my mouth before giving it a chaste kiss. I drive my hips against hers, rough yet gentle. The type of lovemaking that she’ll feel for days but won’t leave dents in the walls from the bed frame. Her moans rise in volume, coming out at shorter intervals.
She tightens around me, right before becoming deathly silent.
There it is. This is my favorite part.
A little divot forms between her brows, and her lips form a perfect O shape. I’ve seen it enough times now to know that there’s no other sight in the world that compares to Mina coming.
Her body shudders beneath me, and I imagine her crying out my name as she shatters around my cock. The image has my balls drawing up, and I drive into her with one hard thrust.
Bright lights flash behind my eyes, and electricity thunders through my veins as I spill my seed into its new home.
“You made a big mistake, Mina,” I say, voice hoarse, grinding my hips against her to push my cum deep inside. “We’ve broken the seal, and there’s no going back. Now your pussy is mine to do whatever I want. And I should warn you—you aren’t the only one who’s creative.”
CHAPTER TEN
Mina: Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck, or a hundred duck-sized horses?
Leo: It’s 3 a.m.
Mina: I know why I’m awake. Why in God’s name are you awake? You have to get up in like two hours.
Leo: I’m catching up on Supernatural so I can figure out why you want to fuck Crowley.
Mina: He has a nice personality.
Leo: He’s the king of Hell. A literal demon.
Mina: Can’t a guy have his passions? You don’t see me giving you shit over being in a garage band.
Leo: For the last time, I was eleven and there was no garage. It was in the music room at school. I was playing Hot Cross Buns on the recorder. How am I meant to compete with a fictional creature? You know he’s only 5’7”, right?
Mina: I have some demon romance books if you want to take notes?
Leo: What do they do? Watch you through the window? Enter without being invited? Chase you around? I can do those things. Give me a list of books, and which part you want reenacted.
