He loomed over her, his form encased in shadow. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“I can taste your fear. One moment, you were deliciously eager.” As he spoke, he moved between her legs. “You shouldn’t fear this, not now.”
He was ready to plunge into her even though she reeked of fear, and she wanted to stall. She could ask him what he planned to do with her at the end of the night and perhaps get a more straightforward answer than, “maybe you’ll be my pet.”
He was a demon. He was exactly what nightmares were made of—or maybe he was supposed to be. Her perception of him was biased between the pleasure he’d given her and her belief that he was—somewhere deep down, beneath his fire and brimstone exterior—still the guy she’d had gushy romantic daydreams about for the past few years.
“Why do you care now?” she asked, the words rushing from her. “Earlier you said I could scream all I wanted. Why does my fear matter now?”
He growled, and she sensed frustration in him she couldn’t comprehend. She had her own tangled emotions to deal with, and she couldn’t begin to imagine his.
The broad head of his cock pushed into her silencing her wandering mind and questions. He wasn’t open to discussion after all.
She hissed as he entered her, his hard flesh rubbing her tender walls and blending pain with pleasure. She struggled against her bindings. Her body yearned to move and adjust to more easily take him, but her arms were bound fast to the bedpost.
He slid a hand behind her and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He worked his length in and out of her wet heat in slow, torturous strokes. She wanted him. She wanted more. And if it hurt, she wanted it harder.
Rather than fight her strange thoughts, she closed her eyes and lifted her hips farther, leveraging her weight by digging one heel into the bed.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Let me in. More.”
The bed creaked, and the mattress shifted with his forceful thrusts. He snarled in frustration, and in the next moment, she found herself lifted from the bed. The belt around her wrists fell loose for a second as he readjusted and with a yank, he tightened it once more, securing her arms higher above her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he held her weight with one spread hand beneath her.
Gravity took hold, and she sank fully onto his cock. She cried out at the shocking sensation of him filling her and bottoming out. Leave it to a demon to make cervix slamming a turn-on.
He thrust in and out of her, finding a steady rhythm as she bounced against him and enjoyed the ride. It was the most vigorous, satisfying sex she’d ever had while doing nothing. She was being used, but it was damned enjoyable. From a dark corner of her mind came the thought that maybe,just maybe, being his sex toy forever wouldn’t be the worst fate.
The feel of him changed from one moment to the next, his shaft smooth one pulse and rough the next. It wasn’t the right time to ask, and she was certain she couldn’t form words. Her brain was absolute jelly, and all she wanted was to chase down the pleasure of his body ramming into hers.
He must have needed this. Though she couldn’t know his motivation, she understood this maddening desire to let lust rein and give in to their carnal needs. Regardless what this meant to him, for her, it was the culmination of dirty thoughts, teasing dreams, and a never-ending fantasy of taking Drastos to her bed. She’d earned every moment of this fantasy and its included pleasure.
Her climax loomed with a tension stronger than ever before. Drastos was close too, judging by his grunts and the increasingly aggressive way he squeezed her bottom and yanked her to him with each thrust. The outward drag of his cock from her body became tighter. Rougher. As if it didn’t want to leave her.Prominent ridges swelled along his shaft and pressed against her walls, filling her with concern and overwhelming exhilaration.
“Please,” she whispered. “Let me…”
“Yes,” he snarled. “Come for me. I want to feel your cunt squeezing me as I pump you full of my seed.”
At his words, a shudder tore through her. In her wildest dreams, she couldn’t imagine proper, suited Drastos saying such things to her, and yet they were perfect in this moment, propelling her into the spiraling chaos of orgasm.
He plunged harder, and deeper, and she shattered into a million pieces of herself. Denied climax so many times, the built-up pleasure exploded again and again until she was dizzy and screaming with rapture.
Through her euphoria, she felt his cock throb deep within her. It seemed to expand until it filled her completely, then rumbling groans shook through his chest and vibrated against her, heralding his release. Heat flooded her, and he cradled her through it all, through every tremble of his body in hers.
Before the waves of pleasure died down, he released her from the bedpost, untied her arms, and threw her on the bed again. Now she had the freedom, she reveled in the feel of his hot skin beneath her palms. She stroked his chest and arms, then dragged her nails down his back as he pistoned into her with wild abandon. Demons weren’t hindered by release, she noted. Would this go all night?
The bed groaned in protest beneath them, and she grinned, considering how much a demon must weigh. She kicked at the blankets, trying to find purchase to lift her hips to him again, by now knowing exactly what she needed. When his thrusts hit too deep, she squirmed instinctively away, and he held her down, pinning her against the mattress.
She couldn’t budge him and was effectively trapped, yet she felt safe. His muscles bunched beneath her hands, his effortshaking them both. He was in a frenzy, and she held on for the ride. He pumped into her again and again, and once more she felt him pulsate and release within her.
Chapter 5
Alyssa’s breathing gradually evened, but she clung to the lingering sensations swirling through her body. Never could she have imagined a passion that would test and challenge her like this. Fear and pain, hope and ecstasy had blended in strange juxtaposition.
He withdrew from her slowly, and bent to trail kisses from her neck downward. He stopped at her breasts and licked her sore nipple. She’d forgotten the small clamps he’d placed there, the sensation lost in the sea of blissful ecstasy he’d given her throughout the night. He freed her nipples now; removed the clamp, and drew the aching bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased, igniting her blood. He bit down, and she whimpered at the pain, but it didn’t deter him. She bled beneath his sharp teeth; small pricks of white hot pain chased by the sweet relief of pleasure.
He repeated the action on her left breast, then moved up. Hovering over her on strong arms, he gazed down at her, his expression unreadable, yet comforting.