The sexual energy pouring off her filled him. Invigorated him. Rushed straight to his dick.
In the grip of a carnal desire that inflamed him both inside and out, he gave her another achingly slow thrust, wanting her to really feel every inch of him. Wanting her to feel branded to the bone.
“I’m not looking for soft and slow, Don Juan,” she snarked. “Harder.”
He raised his brow. “Now that’s not my name, is it?”
“Suits you, though.”
Feeling his mouth twitch, he gave her another lazy thrust. She hissed at him over her shoulder. “I said, harder.”
“Say my name, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Oh my God, just fuck me!”
He leaned over and licked the back of her shoulder. “You’re not going to have the control when we’re in bed, baby. It won’t happen. You already know that. Now …” He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. “Say my fucking name.”
“Keenan,” she ground out.
Releasing her hair, he splayed one hand on her back and gripped her hip with the other. “Good girl. Now you get what you want.” Keeping her pinned in place, he rode her hard, evoking every response that her body had to give.
There was nothing gentle about the way he took her. He didn’t feel gentle. He felt frantic, feverish, possessive.
“Feel me, Khloé. Feel my cock slamming into you. Owning you.” He savagely took her, relishing the feel of her tight muscles sucking at his shaft, as if to hold him inside. “Love how greedy your pussy is for me.”
Her inner muscles rippled, and hot liquid drenched him. Fuck.
A slave to the primal drive to jackhammer into her, Keenan slammed hard and deep again and again, losing himself in her. With each breath he took, he filled his lungs with the cock-hardening scent of her need; he drank in the succulent, spicy taste of the sexual energy spilling from her. It made his demon close to drunk.
“You love getting fucked by my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” rasped Khloé, holding tight to the arm of the sofa as he ruthlessly powered into her. The feel of his fat dick slicing through her super-sensitized inner muscles was sheer heaven.
She tried throwing her hips back to meet each thrust, but he held her still, forcing her to take only what he gave her—something that totally flipped her demon’s switch. All Khloé could do was moan and whimper as he possessed and used and claimed her body like he had every right. It was exactly what she’d granted him.
A cool draft hit her back, and then his thrusts changed; they became rougher, aggressive, almost feral. And she knew she was getting fucked by his demon. It told her she was theirs, made for them, and that they’d never let her go.
Over and over Keenan and the entity switched, taking turns fucking her body. No, claiming it. She’d be sore tomorrow for sure, because the demon was pitiless in its intent to make her feel utterly branded.
Feeling her orgasm creep up on her, she dug her fingertips into the sofa’s arm. “I’m gonna come.”
Phantom sensations suddenly swamped her—tongues lashing her nipples, teeth biting her breasts, a thumb pressing down on her clit, a wet finger probing the bud of her ass. The assault to her body was too much; the pleasure was too all-consuming.
“Come,” Keenan ordered.
Violent wave after violent wave of sheer bliss washed over and through her, making her body shatter into a million pieces. Her eyes went blind. Her head shot up as she screamed.
Behind her, Keenan went wild, hammering into her so hard it jolted the sofa. His cock swelled impossibly as he jammed it so fucking deep and exploded with a growl of her name.
*
Sprawled flat on her stomach on the bed, Khloé opened her eyes to peek at Keenan. He was lying on his side, mapping her back with the pads of his fingers, looking more peaceful than she’d ever seen him. Which made her imp nature shake its hands in gleeful anticipation of just how entertaining it would be to poke at him. But Khloé shoved it aside. Later. She’d torment him later.
They’d gravitated from the living room to the shower, where he’d fucked her against the tiled wall. Then they’d tumbled into bed, where he’d taken her yet again. The guy was insatiable, and that was not something she saw any need to complain about.
“You’re quiet,” she said.
His eyes briefly slid to hers. “I’m busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Indulging myself.” He traced the bumps of her spine. “I like touching you. Spent a long time fighting the need to do it. Now that I don’t have to anymore, I’m never going to.”
Well, that was fine with her. “All right.”
“How do you get your skin this soft?”
“Soaking in the blood of virgins.”
His mouth twitched. “I can see how that would work.”