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A brief moment of fondness.
She could worry about having radiation eyes later. In that moment, Gwen only wanted him. For him to lose himself in her. To hold him close and never let go. To match all his impatient, selfish affection with her own.
Stay with me.Please, just stay here with me.
Gwen reached up, clawing past his sharp shoulder toward his neck. This part of him was elongated as well, stretching farther than what should have been possible, but not so much as to be absurd. When she reached his jaw, she could feel the skin stretch taut. His lips were pulled wide, splitting open at the corners toward his ear. Delicately, she ran her thumb along it, straining her neck to look up at him.
“Please,” she whined. “Please, Ro. Give it to me,please. I’m so close. I need it, need you.”
The words stole the affection from his expression, but the twisted features still made Gwen’s heart shake. Horns had formed from his forehead, but more shockingly were the other two that followed shortly after. These coiled from the same points as the first, curling back and looping around his ears like a ram’s. Blood pooled down his temples, tattered skin hanging loosely from the sharp points.
Ambrosius swung a leg over hers and before Gwen could question it, he had taken her free leg into his large hand. He tucked her knee to his hip, the new position tilting her hips and making Gwen sob with newfound delight.
“Then take it, my bittersweet. Take all of it,” he growled, roughly thrusting into her cunt over and over. “It’s all foryou.”
The wail that escaped Gwen was loud in her own ears, back arching. Desperate to find something to hold onto, her hands found the horns that curled along his jaw. Her grip tightened around them, coated in blood and flesh as she rocked through the intense pleasure.
Her touch set Ambrosius off. He met the tail end of her pleasured cry with a relieved groan as he pulsated within her. The sensation was still new—and admittedly strange—but, like Ambrosius had said, it was hers. Gwen felt something whip against her thigh, something thin that curled around her as Ambrosius continued to fuck through the end of his orgasm. She continued to meet him, until he collapsed on top of her, suddenly more man than demon.
While he had felt brittle, but deadly beneath her hands before, now he was solid and real. His breath hot against her shoulder, having narrowly aimed the sharp points of his horns away from Gwen’s face. Her hand trailed from the horns, falling to the damp, silky strands of his hair.
Ambrosius was hot—always so hot—but he was real. He hadn’t left her yet, and as long as he was there, Gwen had no intention of letting go either. Not yet, not when he held her whole heart with every unhinged sentence that left his evil mouth. Not when there was so much left to discover, to learn, to…
“Are you mad?” he asked through panting breaths.
Gwen tilted her head toward him, mindful of his horns. His face was still pressed to her pillow.
“Mad about what?”
“Waking you up the way I did,” he replied, before slowly lifting his head. “Without asking, like you said.”
She was still catching her own breath, still sweating and buzzing from pleasure. The look in his eyes—just the two now—gave nothing away. Gwen laughed. Was this his way of making sure he hadn’t hurt her?
“Are you serious? Why the hell would I be mad?” she asked, lifting a pink eyebrow at him. “Nothing about us isnormal, why would this be any different? So, we didn’t have a big conversation about it, so what? I wanted this, you agreed to do it. Yeah, you scratched me up a little, but nothing’s broken. Plus, I don’t know if you noticed it, but I was kind of really into it all.”
Gwen might never admit how much she loved it, but she didn’t want him to think she hated it. The disappointment that curled low in her belly whenever she woke up from the horrific wet dreams had been a burden on her heart. And while Gwendolyn would have had several complaints, Gwen had none—at least when it came to the sex.
She wouldnevercomplain about the sex.
Especially as it was something Gwen hadn’t anticipated wanting so much. She couldn’t remember wanting to be with Danny this badly. Or any of the other short-lived boyfriends or dates she had. This thing she had with Ambrosius, while it didn’t have a name, Gwen knew it was different.
That it was … something she had never felt before.
“I did notice,” Ambrosius hummed, leaning toward her to steal a lazy kiss. “I notice everything about you. It’s maddening.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Hmm, what would you like to know?”
Gwen laughed, “You just screwed my brains out, you expect me to think right now?”
“Indulge me,” Ambrosius replied.
“Oh, I think I did that already,” Gwen said, running her hands over the material of his shirt. “I can’t believe you kept your clothes on.”
“I was impatient.”
“I could tell,” she teased.