Page 129 of In Between Death and the Devil

My fingers weren’t nearly as thick as his, but it was better than nothing. I let my head fall back and my eyes fluttered closed as I imagined his hand filling me instead, stretching me. I worked myself into a frenzy, hoping to taunt him, daring him to shove my hand away and fill me with his cock. The thought of it was hot enough to nearly send me over the edge, but before I could get there my hand was pulled away. I opened my eyes to see a ribbon of shadow wrapped around it, holding it in front of his face.

“I thought you were out⁠—”

“I have just enough for this,” he said. With a smirk, he grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers clean, scattering my thoughts. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” His shadows yanked my hand back behind me, resting it on his other leg.

Before I could free the other, a ribbon of shadow wrapped around that one as well, securing it in place so that I was stuck leaning back, both my hands on his thighs, my chest thrust forward. There was just enough give so that I could tap his leg if I needed to.

I wiggled desperately, looking for any kind of friction, but the angle didn’t allow for it. A desperate whine left me.

“Patience, darling. I want to look at you.” His eyes traveled over my body as if cataloguing each and every line and generous curve, every mark and scar, until I was ready to combust.

Then he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

My head fell back again, and my eyes closed as I savored the feeling of his tongue swirling, his mouth sucking, his teeth grazing. My whole body jerked in response, and I felt him smile against my skin. Then he did it again.

“Gods.” I could come from just this.

He moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, while his hands bracketed my waist.

This time I knew he’d withdraw, but I still whimpered. I was so wet I was practically dripping, and if he didn’t fuck me soon, I might go mad.

“Do you have something to say, darling?”

I nodded and he loosened my gag, wiping the dribs of saliva from my mouth gently as I found my voice.

“Please.” My voice was hoarse. “Please, fuck me.”

He regarded me for a moment, debating.

“Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t—There wasn’t—Please,” I babbled, barely aware of what I was saying.

“Since you ask so nicely…” The ribbons of shadows disappeared, and he lifted me from his lap as if I weighed nothing. His eyes glowed faintly as he set me on my feet and positioned me in front of his desk so that I faced away from him, his hands on my waist. “Put your hands on the desk and lean forward.”

I slapped my hands on the desk, hoping he wouldn’t make me wait much longer.

Shadows circled my ankles, pulling my legs back and apart so I was perfectly positioned. I didn’t even hear him drop his pants before he plunged into me with one thrust. Finally.

The relief was sweet as he filled me to the brim. We both moaned. Then he gripped my hips and fucked me hard and fast.

From this angle, I took him deeper than I ever had. He hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. The pace he set was punishing; his strokes were just shy of brutal. My breasts rubbed against the smooth surface of his desk, the friction exquisite.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Fen said it like a curse. “You always do. Fucking perfect. I should keep you locked in our room, tied to our bed, so you can’t get into trouble. Keep you fed and fucked and safe.” His grip on me tightened and I cried out at the exquisite pricks of pain that amped up my pleasure.

I pushed my hips back into every thrust, urging him deeper still.

His words devolved into short phrases. So good for me. Perfect cunt. Fucking take it. It was filthy and rough and utterly perfect.

Our bond flared to life. The three notes I’d heard before sounded, deep and resonant, a perfect chord. His desire for me thundered through me, a primal undercurrent driving him to claim me. Because that’s what this was. A claiming. Like he was trying to brand himself on my body. And my soul. So he’d never be able to lose me.

The realization shoved me over the edge of my climax, and I shouted his name as I shattered.

He came a moment later, his grip on my hips tightening as he shuddered and groaned my name.

We lay over the desk, panting, Fen’s body heavy and warm against mine. My body tingled from the force of my orgasm. Contentment and satisfaction filled our bond in a slow swell.

He stroked my hip as he pulled out, his touch gentle now. The pressure on my back disappeared as he stood. There was a rustle of fabric, and then a soft cloth was pressed between my legs, cleaning me with soft presses. His shirt, I realized.

When he was done, I pushed off the desk with a groan and turned. My limbs trembled.