You hear that, you sons of bitches? You did it. You made me believe in you. And I hope you intended this precious star just for me, because if you try to take her away, I will scour every altar, every cave, every goddamn tomb until I find all of you. No one gets to live if I have to live without my witch.
Maybe it was foolish to speak to gods like that, but I was nothing if not a little deranged. And I was nothing without my girl.
I pulled her closer to my mouth, wrapping my arms around her back to keep her steady. I took a deep breath of her smell and whimpered like the besotted addict I was. Then I made my baby gasp.
Her body shuddered in my hold as I worshipped her with my mouth. I sucked and teased and bit her, giving her all the pain and pleasure she craved, all while keeping an attentive eye on the tells of her body, then changed my motions when she was close.
Usually, she would be cursing my name by the third time I denied her, but not tonight. Tonight, she accepted it. She patiently let me build her up, take her higher and higher so when the time came, I could watch her fall and shatter into a mess in my arms.
She moaned for me, thrusted her hips forward for me and praised me with every stroke of my tongue. And finally, she uttered that breathy whimper of my name—the sound I was waiting for.
“Grayson…”
She was ready. “I got you, baby.” I stroked my tongue over her clit, then clamped my lips over it. I sucked, slowly increasing the pressure, Ava’s moans guiding me. And as her muscles tightened and her back arched, I lightly grazed my teeth over her clit and watched my baby come undone.
Her cries echoed in my body, heat flushing every space inside me, warming my cold, black soul.
My name falling from her lips sounded like devotion to a god.
Fucking transcendent.
Another moment that healed my being. That made me worth my next breath, becauseIbrought such pleasure to an angel.Me.
I held tight to my angel, slowly guiding her down from the high, my tongue soft and gentle as I coaxed the last bit of pleasure out of her.
Her head hung backwards, eyes closed as she panted, completely slack in my arms. Her hair cascaded down her back, her skin glistening with sweat.
My balls tightened at the sight. No more waiting. I needed her now. I needed her sweet cunt clamped around my cock while I reminded her why she called me the devil.
I settled her back onto her feet, her legs shaking weakly. I slowly circled her, giving her the chance to catch her breath.
“No.” She shifted her head towards me, eyes fluttering open, landing directly on me. As if she’d been keenly aware of exactly where I was.
Remarkable.
“Don’t go crawling back into your shadows, devil. Take off your pants. Let me see you first.”
I arched a brow at her, a crooked smile creeping onto my face. But I did what she asked, stopping in front of her and unbuttoned my jeans. “The day you went to the street market, did you know it was me in the shadows? In that alley?” I pulled my zipper down.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open. Then she chuckled up at the ceiling. “Gods, I should have. I thought I was losing my mind.”
I grabbed my knife from the back pocket and stepped out of my pants. I watched her throat bob as she took in my naked body. I hoped my body excited her as much as her body haunted me.
“I have sympathy for Eve. If her devil was half as striking as you.”
My stomach fluttered, but I kept it cool, giving her my most arrogant smirk. “You find me striking?”
She smiled wide and bit her bottom lip. “I find you god-adjacent, but I’ll never tell you that. Don’t want it going to your head.”
I couldn’t hide the way my cock jerked at her words. “Better not.” I moved closer to her until my dick rubbed against her lower abdomen and her face inches from mine. I reached up and placed the knife in her hands, then pushed my shaft down and rubbed it between her legs, watching her cheeks flush again. “I’m already having a hard time fitting this head inside you. You won’t be able to take me if it gets any bigger.”
She rolled her eyes, giggling, and I captured the sound in a kiss, drank it up like my favourite brandy. I turned her around, pressing my dick against her ass, unable to hold back anymore.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” I whispered urgently, picking her up by her hips, then forced her legs around my torso. She grabbed hold of the rope to keep herself from falling forward, her fingers straining to keep hold of the knife too. I guided my shaft to herentrance, and we both stopped breathing as I pushed her onto my wanting cock, not stopping until I was completely sheathed inside her.
“Fuck, Gray,” she moaned.
My head was spinning as I buried my face in her hair, just holding her close to me for a moment.
