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“Look,” Gwen said through gritted teeth. “It’s clear we both don’t like each other, okay? I’m not happy aboutbeing tricked into this deal, and you aren’t happy with me for not complying. Cool, we’re both miserable … but what happened the other night—that can’t happen again.”
Ambrosius’ eyes narrowed.
“Exactlywhatcan never happen again?”
“For fucks sake, do you really want me to say it?” Gwen huffed, leaning her weight onto her hip. “Thesex, Ambrosius, the sex can’t happen—”
“Gwendolyn, what have you been doing while I’ve been gone?”
She frowned, “What are you—”
“Yousmellof something old. Something familiar,” he hissed, nostrils flaring as he leaned in. “Likedogwood.”
“What vague bullshit are you—”
Ambrosius didn’t let her finish, swallowing the sentence whole as his mouth collided with hers. It sent her reeling, hands clutching the soft material of his vest. His own hands felt possessive as they pulled her closer, like a snake tightening around her torso. Gwen was helpless to resist, joining lips and tongue almost violently. Whatever had set Ambrosius off had determined the pace of this encounter, and it was quickly spiraling out of control with every breath Gwen hurriedly took.
And shedidn’tcare.
Gwen pressed closer, lifting her hands to tangle in the short strands at the base of his neck. She gasped when his own hands traveled along her back, curving along the outline of her breast. He had barely begun to touch her, but Gwen could already feel that frustrating ache. Gwen would never voice it out loud, but she wantedmore.More of his hands, more of his lips, his tongue, histeeth.Every sharp, gnarled part ofhim,all for her.
A small moan escaped her as Ambrosius’ hands slid down to her hips, directing her back onto the bed. Despite her best efforts to keep him close, Ambrosius broke away,pressing his long fingers to her sternum. Gwen panted, eager to see what he would do next as they stared at each other. Would he turn those soft, padded fingers into hideously gorgeous claws? Would he slice through the thin towel?
Gwen didn’t realize she was trembling until Ambrosius tapped his fingers against her skin. She took longer still to realize he was waiting for something. Some signal that Gwen was missing. She glanced at his hand, felt her heart race as she slowly lifted hers. Her hand wrapped around his wrist and slowly guided the demon’s hand up to her neck. Gwen pressed until his palm was firmly against her throat, never breaking eye contact.
When his fingers tightened, Gwen’s pulse quickened. When Ambrosius smiled, Gwen’s core throbbed.
“We’ll have to play with that later,” he hummed, and Gwen dared not acknowledge the way her heart leapt at the thought oflater.“For now, I’m afraid I have something else in mind.”
“Something else?” Gwen echoed.
His fingers dragged down her throat, to the center of her chest, and paused above the apex of her thighs.
“You see I’m quite starved…” Ambrosius’ grin turned evil. “How do you feel about a little brunch?”
She frowned at the question, but immediately felt her brain stop as Ambrosius dropped to his knees. He pushed Gwen’s legs open, causing the towel to ride up. The distant memory of that first dream came roaring to life as Ambrosius leaned forward andlicked.She was already so open to him, so eager and wet. He made lazy circles, then shapes she couldn’t understand before finally brushing her clit.
Gwen couldn’t help but jerk as the tongue in her nightmares was finally where she secretly wanted it the most. She fell against the bed, back arching as pleasure builtwithin her. It took everything in her not to buck into his mouth, to not whine and become a complete mess too soon. The demon must have sensed her struggle, because his tongue stopped and Gwen almost cried in frustration.
“Oh, you fuckingbastard,” she whimpered.
The vibration of his laughter against her cunt caused starbursts in her vision. He made lazy paths with his tongue now, nowhere near her clit. Gwen raised her hands, intent on nudging him where she wanted him. But her hands dropped to her sides in shock when she felt his tongue work his way inside her.
This time, Gwen did cry out. She whined and bucked and shuddered with every messy glide of his tongue. Yet, Ambrosius didn’t allow her to move very far, hands still firmly keeping her exactly where he wanted. Fingers that at times felt more like needles against her skin burned. Sweat mixed with the damp strands of her hair, pooling along her temple. Or maybe it was the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.
There was no doubt in Gwen’s mind that he was teasing her on purpose. He seemed to exist just to torment her, after all. Why would sex be any different? Just when Gwen thought she couldn’t take anymore, a sudden pulsation caught her attention. For a moment, Gwen wasn’t sure what was happening, until she felt Ambrosius’ tongue fromeveryside. Her jaw dropped, eyes widening as Gwen realized that his tongue wasbigger.
How—
And it wasmoving—much to Gwen’s surprise as she let out a wail of pleasure. It wasn’t just bigger, but it was deeper than it had been before. A slight tremor of discomfort shot through her at the sudden change. The strange appendage was so much more intense than it had been in her nightmares, lapping along her insides in a way that could only be described as sinfully impossible. It waslike the demon was trying to lick every part of her clean, and it only made her hotter.
Gwen’s hands fell to the crown of his head, pulling the strands with every rough lap of his tongue. She bucked, and this time Ambrosius allowed her. Gwen moaned, pleasure overtaking everything again. Her lashes fluttered, catching something hanging from the ceiling. It took her pleasure-addled brain a moment to realize that she was looking at chains. Each one interconnected with others, creating loops and tangles.
Before Gwen could question it further, Ambrosius deliberately curled his tongue and dragged. Gwen immediately careened over the edge, crying helplessly as she chased the last ounce of pleasure that the demon offered. It left her panting for breath, the heat still warming her skin. She whimpered as his tongue slithered away, brushing the last remains of her wetness as it went.
“Ambrosius,” Gwen whined pitifully when his tongue traced one last time against her oversensitive cunt.
At his chuckle, Gwen opened her eyes to glare and paused. Ambrosius was smiling, but his mouth had become something terrible. Shark-like teeth stained with dark teal ichor shined down at her. His lips were pulled tight across his face, becoming a line that followed the hinge of his jaw to his ears. And his tongue—it was slowly licking its way back into his mouth, swiping along his wet cheeks and collecting the last bits of her.