Fire races down my back as my markings grow. I hiss against her lips, but Lore swallows the sound as she pushes her lips against mine in a rough bid for dominance. When her teeth sink into my lower lip, my knees actually buckle, and I have to shift my footing to keep us upright. I’m tempted to lay her down on my bike so I can fuck her right now, but I don’t possess the control it would take to make sure we don’t end up on the garage floor.
When I start walking, she tightens her legs around my waist while still swirling her tongue in my mouth. She’s testing my discipline with only a kiss. Everything I thought I knew about desire is turned inside out and remade so I only have one goal—her pleasure.
It takes me a second of concentration to pry my hand off her ass and turn the doorknob to get into her house. The locked door provides little resistance as I snap the knob clean off and kick the door open.
Lore doesn’t slow her kiss, if anything, she grows even more eager, fisting the back of my black hair and tilting my head to invade my mouth. If I didn’t know better, I would think she was trying to consume me, but I would happily let her.
Using the soul of my boot, I kick the door closed behind us, but without the latch, it just slaps the frame a few times.
I scan the room, but she breaks my attention, forcing me to close my eyes and let out a groan when she grinds her hot pussy against my lower stomach. Fragmented thoughts invade my mind, and I wonder if this was what my victims felt when I would let my demon play. Were they all as eager as I am now for just a little more? How apropos that the Prince of Lust would be cursed with his own infliction.
Somehow, we end up in her kitchen. I swipe shit off the island, and it crashes to the floor, but the sound of shattering glass isn’t enough to distract her. The moment I pull back from her lips, Lore pulls at my shirt, her nails slicing down my chest as she curls her fingers over the collar and yanks, ripping the fabric. She scans my chest, and I wonder what she will think when she discovers the markings I bear are hers.
The way she licks her lips like she wants to trace them with her tongue sends a jolt to my dick, and my hips jerk. I’m surprised by my restraint when I reach for the fly of her pants, my fingers sure but gentle as I tug them open.
Lore lifts her hips off the counter, and I tug her pants down. When I encounter her boots, a growl leaves my lips. Unwilling to wait, I grab each of her ankles and jerk them apart. Her pants shred in uneven tears, but her pussy is wide open to me.
Seeing Lore with her lips parted, eyes lidded, her cheeks flushed, and her chest rising and falling rapidly while she’s under me is an image I will dream about for eternity.
“Remove your shirt,” I instruct roughly. Our eyes are locked, so she watches me lift the ankle I still have in my grasp before I slide my tongue along the inside of her leg from her calf up behind her knee.
“Take your pants off,” she demands through gritted teeth, not giving in to my order.
I have no problem taking her instruction. Using one hand, I undo my pants and reach inside for my cock. The cool air and extra room are so fucking welcome, I thicken in my palm.
My body was made for pleasure. The more I could wring from another, the happier the big man was. It meant my victims would praise me, and in turn, Hell, which meant more power, and if they sold their soul for another taste, even better. I have ages of carnal knowledge, but I have never experienced a sliver of what I feel now.
Lore finally lifts her back off the counter and pulls her shirt off over her head, as if she needed me to listen to her first. My eyes rake over her flesh. I don’t give a fuck about what made her do it, just that I can see her nipples are already hard and begging for my attention.
With the tatters of her pants around her ankles, I lower her leg and run my tongue up the inside of her thigh. There’s no way I’m this close to heaven and not getting a taste of her. Her eyes stay locked on mine as I slide my tongue between her pussy lips. My hand fists my cock in an attempt to hold back an orgasm just from the taste of her sweet cream.
Lore avoids my horns and fists the hair on the back of my head while pulling her feet up to the counter and spreading her legs even wider to accommodate my shoulders. The tip of my cock hits the cabinet under her, and I like knowing I’m leaving a piece of myself and my scent in her house, claiming her.
When she starts rolling her head left to right after I suck her clit into my mouth, I add a finger, filling her. She clamps down, and I add another, pushing in and out of her while I lick and suck.
I know she’s going to come before she does. I feel the tiny bursts of pleasure exploding behind her pubic bone before landing on my skin like a lightning rod. I bury my face in her pussy and suck her clit so deeply, she snaps her back off the counter in an arch and then she lets out the sweetest fucking scream.
It feels like she’s squeezing my fingers for several minutes as I ride her through the orgasm, but it doesn’t last long enough. When she slams back down and lets out a huff, as if she’s been holding her breath the entire time, I deliver one more long lick from bottom to top, then inch up her body.
My lips are wet with her juices, but it doesn’t stop me from flicking my tongue over her nipple. She tries to shy away from me by twisting to the side, but I latch onto her breast and suck. Her head tips back as she arches into me again, and I know what her body needs more than she does.
My cock is throbbing so hard, I would swear my heart has migrated south, so I grab Lore by her waist, just above the swell of her hips, and yank her down so her ass just barely hangs off the edge of the island. She grabs my shoulder to brace herself, and her sexy sated eyes search my face.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her if she recognizes what we are, but my throat feels too tight. I think I’m actually afraid she would say no and my damned soul would wither. With our eyes locked, I guide my dick toward her entrance and slam inside Lore with one hard thrust, halting balls deep. Her eyes widen, and she bucks, trying to escape, but one hand is still locked around her waist, keeping her in place while my final marks form over my back, searing me from the inside.
“Fuck,” she whines as her body adjusts to mine. Her jewel-toned eyes are wide as she stares up at me. Now that the bond is formed, there’s no denying it for either of us. If she allowed herself a moment to actually think about what’s happening and not just blame her desire and need on my nature, it would be impossible for her to ignore that there’s more going on between us than just fucking.
She swallows thickly, and I can feel the small war raging within her. She’s trying so hard to keep a wall between us.
When I lean down to take her mouth with mine, she blurts out, “Are you part minotaur?” It’s slightly accusatory and defensive, but I can feel her wet walls softening as her body accepts me.
Her body was made for mine, so I show her. “Too much?” I pull out slowly, and her eyes roll back in her head before she closes them.
“No,” Lore pants and locks her fingers around my wrist as if to keep me in place.
“You sure?” I slide in just a little, but I’m not even close to filling her, and then I pull back out.
Lore moves quickly, lifting her back off the counter and wrapping her arm around my neck. If she weren’t partially impaled on my cock, she would have fallen to the ground before she latched onto me. “Fuck me,” she purrs in my ear.
