Page 186 of Bred

Only he will ever understand my pain—the true me. Besides, I’m on birth control that’ll last five years. Even after it wears off, my gyno cautioned that it could take a long time for my body to start ovulating correctly again, meaning I’m not having a baby anytime soon.

But I’m happy to practice—and as an added bonus, I get to personally torture those monsters I once called my family.

“Take off your clothes, angel.”

Pushing off the bed, I sit up, grabbing the hem of my pajama top. I peel it off, revealing my braless status underneath. The Devil’s eyes glow ruby at the sight of my full breasts and slightly rounded stomach. In the same manner, I shimmy out of my bottoms until I’m naked.

I lean back against his bed. The black, silky sheets feel marvelous against my skin, and his room is the perfect temperature—not at all hot like I’ve always been told. My pale skin looks even more like a dead fish’s against the ebony bedding, and I cringe, mumbling about how I need a tan.

“Your skin is luminescent with health. Truthfully, it reminds me of mine before I fell without the opaline sheen.”

The idea disconcerts me as I can’t imagine him with anything but his jet-black body.

“Well, I prefer how you look now.”

The Devil smirks.

“You never saw me as an angel. You might change your mind.”

“Nope. Angels just have wings. You have horns for me to hold onto and a tail that can do naughty things to me.”

He stills, a quiet awe seeping into his expression, as if no one has ever accepted him in his new form. Then, his lips curl into a smirk full of wicked intent.

“Thank you, angel, and you’re right. My fallen features aremuchmore fun. Let me show you.”

Shifting onto the bed over me, the Devil flicks out his forked tongue, tickling along my ear and down my neck. He nibbles the underside of one breast and then the other before swirling around both nipples.

The two splits in his tongue move independently, and he encircles the sensitive peaks until my back bows and I cry out. The temperature in the room jumps ninety degrees when the Devil laps lower. When his mouth hovers over the apex of my legs, he lashes out with his tongue against my clit.

I whimper at the silken caress, needing more, but the Devil is a tease. It’s not until I’m writhing and begging that he lets me come. Something akin to a snarl rumbles from his lips straight into my core as I explode over his tongue.

“You’re fucking delicious. I’m going to have your pussy for every meal for the rest of my life.”

A breathless laugh trickles from me as I float back down from my orgasmic high.

“I probably won’t stop you.”

“Good. You couldn’t if you tried. It’s my new favorite food.”

The Devil kisses his way back up my body before aligning his cock against my center. I squirm at the contact.

“Wait! I want to—”

“Angel, as much as I want your mouth on me, another time. If I don’t get inside of you in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to unleash the fucking apocalypse over mankind.”

My mouth shapes into an O as he pushes the thick head of his obsidian dick just a hint. Although I’m not a virgin, I haven’t had many sexual encounters, and it’s been a hot minute since I’ve donethis. The Devil inches in a smidgen more, stretching me to new limits that brings both pleasure and pain.

After two more minutes pass and he’s barely a quarter in, I rise up on my elbows.

“Um, Lucifer, it kills me to say this, but I don’t think you’re going to fit.”

“This pussy was created for me. I’ll fit.”

Another two minutes later, I’m panting, clawing at his shoulders, unsure whether I want to pull him closer or shove him away. It’s then that he bumps something deep within me. My thighs clench together as my pussy spasms at the contact.

“What was that?!”

“My cock kissing your cervix.”