Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
His hands glide up my legs, ice and heat mixing together with the rough scrape of the skin that covers his gray muscle. Then I feel a tug, and a loud tearing sound breaks through the storm above, and the glorious dress is in tatters, hanging off my body in strips but the crown stays as though it is part of me now.
I flinch, and his mouth opens, not exactly a smile but as close as bared teeth in a skull can get to looking amused.
“Sorry.” He glides his tongue over his teeth. “You look so beautiful wife.”
I smile. I know I am meant to be his. I don’t care that he is from hell, if that is in fact where he lives. I just want to be with him, carried and protected by this black and gray creature that makes me feel safe.
“You’ll belong to me. Every part of you,” he says, lowering until his breath chills the heat coming from my wetness again. “You will never be harmed again. Never be alone.”
The promise shudders through me, and my hips lift helplessly. “Yes. I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“Good girl. You will take the pleasure from my mouth again, it will soften your human opening.”
He lowers his mouth to me again, his teeth scraping. The bone in which they are lodged is hard, but his tongue, oh Lord, that tongue is so…alive.
It’s light and dark and hot and cold, all twisted together like a strand of pliant wet licorice. The tiny serpent that lives in his mouth comes out to tickle and torture me until thought dissolves. Sounds I don’t recognize tear free. The fireplace clicks and flares alive, heat washing over bare skin as if the house wants me warm for him.
When I look up, Aios looks taller, broader, and the cock, oh good gravy, that cock.
He grips it down at the base, stepping back in order to push it downward and line it up with my clenching sex. He’s so beautiful, I barely notice when the tip presses to my opening and his hand starts to move up and down the shaft, those barbs on the sides snapping up and down as he strokes over them.
“You need to be taken care of,” he groans. “That will be my purpose now.”
Pleasure rips me apart a second time as he lands the tip of his cock in a slap onto my clit, then presses it again to my willing opening, jerking his hand up and down, up and down.
“Look at me.”
I drag my eyes open.
“I’m going to keep you,” he says, as light seems to crackle around us. “I’m going to fill you with my claim. My seed will ease the pain for the first time.”
Watching him pleasure himself has a new tension balling in my belly. His hand slaps up and down, the tip just inside me, and I want more, more, more.
His tongue unfurls again, further this time, reaching all the way down to flick at my tingling nipples, then to dance on my lips as I open my mouth.
“Your little opening is ready. It’s trying to suck all the seed from my balls.” The flames in his eyes turn black as his head falls back, and he releases a roar to the open sky that has the rain lashing around the room. Thunder breaks in the sky, lightning flashes all around us, while blazing hot release spurts from his cock. “Watch as I give you the first taste of what your life will become as my vessel.”
I hum and gasp as it feels like hot, sticky fingers wiggling up inside me, making me desperate and pliant and willing to do anything, anything he wants.
He’s making the most incredible sounds. Grunts and groans rise from his thick chest, and it all feels so amazing. I want something that only he can give me. I imagine that hard mouth sucking on my nipples, those claws pinching and trailing all over my body.
I know what this is. It’s what is called being turned on. I’ve never felt it before, but now that I have, I know I’ll never get enough of what this demon offers.
I close my eyes for a heartbeat, then open them because he told me to watch. He’s still there, storm, shadow, and strength. The thing I called without knowing how.
I asked for this when I bled and spoke old words. I didn’t think anyone would come.
He came. Snort.
Literally.
And he isn’t leaving. Not without me.
Chapter 4
Aios
“Would you like to see how a hellhound claims his mate?”
She moves, understanding what I want from her, rolling and pushing up onto trembling arms.
“Like this?” she asks, her cheeks bright, voice still so innocent even as she raises her ass in the air, offering her purity I intend to rip from her body while teaching her all about how a demon mates.