Page 138 of Bellamy

“What are you, a damn incubus?”

“Well, your orgasmdoesfeed Lust,” Bellamy said. “So in a way, I guess I am. We should get Penemuel to write a book calledMy Incubus Loveror something. I’d read it.”

“You’d only read it if there were naughty pictures.”

His laugh broke off into a moan as I pumped my hips forward. Fuck it. If I came after a few thrusts, so be it. He felt too amazing.

“That’s it,” Bellamy moaned in my ear, one hand squeezing my ass. “Fuck me like a good boy.”

I quickened my pace and reached between us, taking hold of his swollen cockhead. The gentle smile he aimed up at me pulled at my heartstrings. My thrusts faltered as I came hard inside him. He pressed kisses to my jaw and neck and held me through it before softly groaning in my ear. His cock pulsed in my hand, and I jerked him quicker.

But he had other ideas.

So fast it made my head spin, Bellamy flipped me to my back and shoved inside of me. He thrust only once before he climaxed. And as his cum filled my ass, a second orgasm crashed into me.

“Bell!”

A low chuckle reached my ears. It was kind of breathy. “Shit, you feel so good, Nix.”

He grazed his teeth along my neck before he bit me. The euphoria as he drank my blood added to the intensity of my release. I yelled so loud my voice turned hoarse.

“You’re going to kill me someday,” I gasped afterward, my muscles like jelly. “I can’t move.”

“You don’t need to move.” His softening cock slipped from me before he rolled to his side and pulled me close. “You just need to stay here in my arms.”

I listened to the gentle crashing of waves as he glided his fingertips up and down my spine. In bed with him, it was almost too easy to forget about the looming war with Lucifer. Easy to forget about everything except for him.

“I have something for you,” Bellamy said. He brushed a kiss over my forehead before rolling away from me. I stared at his toned ass as he walked over to his overnight bag and unzipped it. “We didn’t have time to get rings made before the wedding, but I thought this suited us more anyway.”

When he turned back around, my breath caught. He held a black collar with blue stones decorating the band.

“I, uh… I really liked when you wore one,” he said as he neared the bed. There was a slight tremble in his hands. “You seemed to like it too. But if you don’t want it, you don’t have to—”

“Bellamy.” I reached forward and grabbed his forearm, pulling him closer. “Collar me. Please.”

He smiled. And it was so damn tender. “Come here.”

I scooted toward the edge of the bed, and my heart beat hard as he knelt in front of me. Gently, he placed the collar around my neck and closed the lock, securing it in place. It fit perfectly, not too tight or loose.

“I got something for me too,” Bellamy said, bringing forward a necklace.

“A key?” I asked, spotting it dangling from the center. I lifted a hand to the lock on my collar, warmth pooling in my belly.

Bellamy placed the necklace in my hand and tipped his head forward. I brushed aside his bangs and trailed my fingers to the small dip between his collarbone. The moment was intimate. Special. I fastened the necklace around his neck, and the sight of the key made my heart soar.

Yeah, this suited us way better than rings.

“I once said I’d bring you to your knees someday.” Bellamy softly laughed and lifted his gaze. “But instead, you brought me to mine.”

Fighting the emotion tightening in my chest, I kissed him. He smiled against my lips before standing from the floor and guiding me to my back.

I was his. He was mine. And together, we were a beautiful disaster that had somehow defied the odds and blossomed into the kind of love I’d only heard about in fairy tales.

I guess villains could get their happy endings after all.

The End