Page 27 of Demon Rider

My pulse kicks hard.

His hips pick up speed, and it feels so fucking food. Like all sex before Tyson meant nothing, it is intense, grounding and overwhelming all at once. Nothing has ever felt like this.

Tyson is making my world tilt. My eyes close at how intense it his, his hands cup the top of my head, making me surrounded by him.

“Eyes on me,” he orders, a deep growl rolling through him.

My eyes pop open, connecting with his. Dark. Hungry. Possessive in a way that should scare me but doesn’t. Not with him.

“You’re doing good, baby. your cunt takes me so well, like it was fucking made for me. Keep sucking me in, Kristina, your cunt knows who it belongs to.”

My breath hitches at his words, my pussy floods with arousal which makes him groan, deep in his throat.

My nail dig into his skin, pulling him closer. He feels it, of course he does and his grip tightens on my waist, a faint sound rumbling out of him like he’s fighting himself.

“Fuck, I need you to come, baby, my balls are about to explode.” He growls, the sound hitting me right where it is supposed to.

“You feel incredible. No one’s ever hit me like this. No one.” He pulls back sitting back on his heel dragging my hips up, his cock hitting a whole new spot making me cry out his name.

“TYSON.”

My whole body feels too alive, too open, too claimed.

“Fuck yeah.” He grunts.

One hand moves across my body, his thumb presses down on my clit, while I fuck him, my hips moving with the help from him, letting the pleasure take over.

“I’m not letting you go,” he hisses, obsessive and certain. “Not now. Not ever.”

The words hit me harder than anything else, gritty, dirty, possessive, and terrifyingly honest. I am pushed back flat on my back, starts flit behind my eyelids, then a sharp pain hits my collarbone.

“Fucking come for me, baby. Soak my cock, Kristina.”

A wave of heat and fire washes through me, burning me from the inside out.

My eyes snap open, and I see him, fuck I see them both.

Tyson is above me, his cock buried deep while he fucks me. His Reaper in black swirling shadow behind him. Tyson’s eyes are black with a gold rim, but his Reapers are red, like rubies in the night sky.

I know I should be scared and most people would but my souls connects with them and I know that I am safe.

“Yes.” is all I say.

They both growl and fuck, it is a sight to see. The power that comes from them both is something to behold, and they are all mine.

“Mine.” They both snarl a twisted sound of both their voices.

“I am going to come.” I call out, as Tyson shifts his hips a little different.

“Do it. Come for my Reaper and me, baby.”

My body wants what he wants, so I come. His name a scream on my lips. My hips fight all rhythm, as my climax takes over my body.

“Oh, fuck.” He grunts and I feel his cock swell inside of me, as he comes, with my name on his lips.

Keeping my eyes open, I watch as his Reaper slips back into his body. Then I focus on Tyson, his eyes blazing as he watches me. Sweat covers his handsome face, his bottom lip slightly swollen from his teeth sinking into it.

“You are mine now, Kristina. My Reaper and I have claimed you.” He kisses my collarbone, the sting making me gasp.