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Gwen smothered his words with her mouth, biting his lower lip just shy of harm. Ambrosius wished she would, but he wasn’t entirely certain she would understand that particular desire. Despite what she thought, he had been uncharacteristicallypatientand thoughtful of her humanity. Well, as much a demon like him could be.
Her hand left him, maneuvering her backpack off her shoulders. The movement drew his eyes to her breasts, and the lovely arched display as she let the backpack fall to the floor in a heap. He had yet to touch her there, not properly with bare skin. That train of thought would have to wait as Gwen fell back against him, pressing her mouth to his again.
“I guess I’ll just have to find a way to make you shut up, huh?” Gwen sighed against his lips.
Ambrosius eyed her with a curious expression. In his distraction, he hadn’t noticed Gwen had slid her hand to her underwear and pulled the material aside. It wasn’t until the heat of her entrance made contact with his cock that Ambrosius realized her full intentions.
The demon tightened his hold on her hips, a wild look in his eyes as he caught Gwen’s gaze. Her hand held the base of his cock again, the other fallen onto his chest. She was wet, incredibly wet and warm with arousal, but that didn’t mean—
“Gwendolyn…” Ambrosius sighed.
They needed to stop. He would never relent when it came to the terms of the contract. As much as he enjoyed her—and she wasfuckingenjoyable at this particular moment—Ambrosius would never sacrifice his goals for her. He wouldn’t change just to suit her whimsy.
Better to stop before the line is crossed.
Ambrosius licked his lips, “If we do this, we—fucking hell after!”
The infuriating temptress had abruptly pressed down, engulfing the tip of his cock in her cunt. Gwen was tight around him, her warmth a heady drug that went unmatched to all other vices. Ambrosius clenched his teeth so hard he could almost feel his jaw crack.
“Oh,” she whimpered as she took more of him. “Oh, fuck—fuckyou. Oh, I hate you so goddamn much.”
Every curse was a seductive cry as Gwen tightened her fist into his vest. Ambrosius could do little but hold still for her, hands gripping hard enough that he could feel her hip bone. She was beautiful, her twisted expression caught between pleasure and disdain. And when she was finally flush against him, Ambrosius marveled at the lewd sight of them together. He was practically panting like an animal as she trembled around him. All thoughts of ending this were long gone and in their place wasmayhem.
“It’s not fair how good you feel,” Gwen whimpered as she steadied herself. “It’s not fair that I wake up and don’t feelthiswhen I do. If you’re gonna haunt me in my dreams, the least you could do isfuck meawake.”
Before Ambrosius could even think about answering, Gwen rolled her hips. Her insides had felt like bliss around his fingers and tongue, but here, the word couldn’t do her justice. All words failed him as to howincredibleshe felt, and how frustrating it was that he was so weak to it.
Weak to her.
Fuck.
Whatever discomfort Gwen initially had seemed to dissipate with every turn of her hips. Every wet slide madeher jolt, her muscles taut as she arched helplessly. Desperation scratched at his insides with the need to have her below him. But Gwen was a sight his eyes—all of them—couldn’t get enough of. Ambrosius could do little but bear witness to her beauty, her fury, heroffering. And whenever her lashes fluttered, he’d catch a glimpse of those amber eyes, and it wasn’t enough.
Ambrosius neededmore.
The demon pulled himself up by the center of his chest, spine curling as he came to a sitting position in a matter of seconds. Gwen nearly fell backward, if not for Ambrosius’ hands curling around her hips. He was closer to her in this position, felt himself shift inside of her. Gwen’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, and she blinked at him in surprise. Her pupils were so large, her eyes were almost like his.
“Don’t stop now, my bittersweet. Be a good girl for me,” he purred, stealing a kiss as he bucked up. “If you’re good for me, I’ll make sure you feelthiswhen you wake from your nightmares.”
Gwen let out a cry at the promise, gripping his shoulders tightly as she began to move again. Here, he could reach her with his mouth. Could slide his tongue along the curve of her neck, feel her breasts against him. She panted against his ear as she snapped her hips at a near bruising pace. Her teeth caught his ear, sending a pulse through him. The ink on his skin convulsed and Ambrosius’ skull began to split from the pressure of his horns.
“That’s it,” Ambrosius growled. “Take what you want from me.Use me, Gwen.”
She cursed against his ear, turning his head roughly to smash their mouths together. The moment his tongue brushed hers, Ambrosius felt her come undone. Gwen practically wailed into his mouth, pressing frantically against him. Her fingernails bit into his skin, thighs tightening around his hips as her cunt contracted around him.
When she began to grow weak, Ambrosius guided her hips against him. It didn’t take long, as she was still fluttering around him. His horns ruptured from his forehead, jutting out toward the ceiling as he pumped everything he had into her. It left them both panting as Ambrosius took the brunt of her weight with him, falling back to the bed.
It was over.
They had done it.
“Fuck,” she huffed against his neck.
“Yeah,” Ambrosius whispered into the crown of her head. “You’ll never be rid of me now.”
“Like a nightmare.”
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