She imploded, her head thrown back over his shoulder, her pussy rippling, her thighs tremoring. And his demon surged to the surface.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Raini’s eyes snapped open as she felt a rush of cool air sweep up her back. His inner entity had taken over, she realized. Which could be positive or negative. On the one hand, it didn’t tend to drag shit out—much like Raini, it was all about instant gratification. On the other hand, it was occasionally in the mood to make her wait. She was done waiting.
Scraping its teeth over her shoulder, the demon ever so slowly withdrew its fingers from her pussy. “Stand and turn to face me,” it ordered.
Breathing hard, she pushed to her feet, her knees a little shaky from her orgasm. She slowly turned and met that obsidian gaze.
The entity undid its fly, fished out its dick, and then spread its thighs a little wider. “Get my cock nice and wet, or it’s going to hurt you when I drop you on it.”
Her pussy clenched. Well, now. She knelt right there, curled her hand around the base of its shaft, and closed her mouth over the broad head. She licked, sucked, lapped, and played, already knowing exactly what the entity liked—it had used her mouth before.
Unlike those other times, the demon didn’t take over. Didn’t fist her hair and guide her movements. Didn’t instruct her, or encourage her. It left her to do all the work.
She kept the suction tight as she moved faster, bopping her head up and down, rubbing the flat of her tongue against the underside of its cock. Deciding to include a little hand action, she began to jack the demon off while suckling on the broad tip. Not slow and easy, no, she pumped fast like—
The demon snatched her from the floor and roughly dropped her on its cock. Her back bowed, and a shocked breath gusted out of her lungs. Jesus.
The entity didn’t give her a moment to adjust. It clamped its hands on her hips and began slamming her up and down its dick. She gripped its shoulders, holding on for dear life while it pretty much used her as it pleased.
“Mine,” it snarled. Then it was ravaging her mouth—licking, kissing, biting.
She felt her flesh beneath its hands begin to burn, and she realized what it was doing. Branding her. Her eyes widened as the burn spread, moving higher and spanning her waist. The demon dug its fingertips into her hypersensitive branded flesh, the fucking sadist, and then it subsided.
In control once more, Maddox palmed her ass and said, “Hold on.” He stood, pinned her against the wall near the window, and took her hard. Harder than he ever had before, knowing she could take it; loving that she got off on it as much as he did.
He sucked on her pulse, not biting, just wanting to feel it beat in his mouth as he fucked her. Her nails dragged down his back, her thighs flexed around his hips, her inner walls fluttered and squeezed his cock. She was close. Good. So was he.
Cool air whispered over him in a telling sign that her demon had surfaced. It slapped its hands on the back of his shoulders, and the flesh there began to heat and prickle. The demon was branding him, returning his own entity’s claim. Fuck, his balls tightened. His cock swelled. His release crept closer.
“Shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna come,” said Raini, clearly back with him.
Lifting his head to meet that amber gaze, Maddox frantically rammed into her and parted the globes of her ass enough for it to sting just a little. She sucked in a breath, and her inner walls spasmed around him. “Come, Raini.” Rumbling a low growl, he bit her lip, breaking the skin; the tiny taste of her blood shot straight to his dick.
Her breath caught in her throat, her brow creased, and then she came apart around him.
“Fuck, yeah.” Maddox rode her all the way through her orgasm, drawing it out. Finally he let go and exploded deep inside her.
She melted into him, limp and trembling and panting.
He pressed a kiss to her hair. “You good?”
“I think so,” Raini slurred, feeling all hollowed out. She didn’t open her eyes when he carried her to the bathroom. Or when he propped her on the counter. Or when he cleaned her up with a wet cloth. Or when he carried her to his bed. Mostly because she didn’t want to look at the brands his demon had left on her hips. It was a brazen, possessive, sadistic asshole, so she didn’t quite trust that it hadn’t marked her in some seriously inappropriate way.
Feeling Maddox’s fingers play over her newly branded flesh as he lay beside her on the mattress, her curiosity got the better of her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she asked, “What do they look like?”