Page 23 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 22

V ictory flared in Killian’s glowing eyes.

A slow smile crept across his lips, vicious and hungry.

Dangerous.

“Oh, sweetness, you’re going to feast until I’ve stuffed you full,” he purred, hand tightening around my throat, just enough to make breathing his choice, not mine.

His dirty talk from before had nothing on this now. The full intensity of him bearing down on me, with the thrill of knowing he meant every single word.

With a deep breath that flared his rib cage, he unleashed pure bliss.

Sweetness burned my tongue in the most delicious way, his taste coating the inside of my mouth with the flavour promised by his intoxicating scent.

I’d never tasted his desire before. Not in real life, anyway.

But it wasn’t just his taste; it was a fires-damned flood of power .

So much energy rushed to greet me, and a part of me marvelled at the preternatural control he had over his power. To unleash that much sexual energy on command was unheard of.

But I wasn’t going to question it.

Right now, I could barely breathe through the onslaught.

“How do I taste, sweetness?” His wicked smile turned deviant. “I already crave your flavour on my tongue. Like candied bloodbores, did you know? Just like that fucking cake you baked me. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, laced with a deadly edge that I’d gladly swallow down.”

My body arched on the bed, delirious with need as silken ribbons of his desire caressed me from the inside. My core was almost embarrassingly wet, slicking my inner thighs as I rubbed them together to try to create the friction I craved.

He tutted, darkness saturating his handsome features almost as much as his shadowed wings. “Now, now, Princess. You’re not allowed to ease that ache yourself. It’s your birthday, after all. You should get the orgasm of your fucking life, even if you’re too good to have my bloodstained lips on you.”

I moaned at the bite of anticipation.

With one hand, he peeled my leather trousers down my legs in a smooth glide, letting his claws scrape my inner thighs just enough to have me stilling on the bed.

A wicked smirk carved his features. “You’re soaked.” His eyes locked onto my panties-covered core, wings shuddering at his back. He inhaled like he was scenting the air, and his pale horns tipped back with a groan. “Fuck. You’re more succubus than you give yourself credit for.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I was beyond caring.

“Kill,” I moaned, his sexual energy filling me up in the most teasing way. I reached for his wrist, sinking my short red claws into his forearm as his grip tightened on my throat.

This bastard was going to make me beg; I just knew it.

His lips pursed into a wry smile. “Yes, sweetness? Something you wanted?” Mirth danced in his eyes, that wicked incubus with his dark intentions.

Taking things too far in my dreams was one thing… Having him touch me in real life was entirely different.

He reached for the cake on the nightstand, swiping a claw through it. My eyes became riveted to his hand as he dragged the frosting along my exposed inner thigh, the faint scrape winding me tighter.

I’d never felt so small compared to him, but he easily gripped my throat in one hand, curving me up a fraction, forcing me to witness him lean his face between my legs.

Warm breath fanned my panties, and the coolness rushing in on each of his inhales only highlighted how damp they were.

His tongue flickered out, the forked tip following the trail of icing he’d painted me with. Bliss hummed from deep within his throat.

“You’re everything sweet to me,” he purred, tracing another line of frosting, ending just short of where I ached for him.

He swiped his tongue across my thigh again, lapping up the sugar from my skin with a decadent groan, hand tightening on my throat for a thrilling second, cutting off my inhale. Silver eyes burned bright as they watched mine widen in a brief panic before he eased just enough for me to breathe again.

The forked tip of his tongue ghosted my panties in the most frustrating tease.

I bared my fangs and hissed. “This had better not be just a creative way to eat cake.”

Shadowed wings shook with the rumble of his sultry laugh. “Nothing could be sweeter than your pussy on my tongue, but it’s cute when you hiss at me, Princess. Do it again.”

He skated another sugar-laden claw tip along my core. The most delicate threat. I hissed on command, unable to stop the harsh sound rushing out through gritted fangs.

“Fuck. Please don’t be another dream,” I muttered, hips rolling.

He grinned. “ Another , hmm? Have you been dreaming about me a lot?”

He released my throat, yanked my trousers off fully, and settled himself on his knees before the bed, forcing my thighs wide open.

I whimpered at the erotic sight of the incubus, mouth hovering just inches above my core, like in my dreams.

“Answer me, sweetness.” His wicked tongue flicked out to lash the crease of my inner thigh.

I sucked in a gasp at the hot sensation.

My thoughts scrambled as I tried to remember his question. “…No?”

His rich chuckle peppered the air, glowing eyes locking to mine. “Liar.”

He closed the gap, and then his mouth was finally on me. He sucked the frosting from my soaked panties, teasing my lower lips with maddening friction and heat and pressure.

I writhed, gasping, and his tongue hooked the edge of my underwear and slid over my clit, lavishing sensation through me as he feasted between my thighs.

A flood of energy washed over me, drowning me in his smoky-sweet taste, feeding me even as he ate me like a demon starved.

“Killian,” I moaned, unable to keep still as he laved at my core with a possessive growl. “Please!”

What mercy I begged for, I had no clue, but it was all too much. His energy seemed to stroke everywhere at once, running ghostly fingers over my neck, breathing warmth across my nipples, and teasing my inner thighs.

“That’s it, sweetness, scream my name while I give you more than anyone else could.” His words were a gravelly rasp against my core, drawing out the pleasure. “So fires-damned sweet, drown me in your pleasure.”

His thick tongue dipped inside me with a wet stretch before retreating to suckle over my clit.

Already, I neared that sparkling peak. That delicious sensation of something looming. Big and realm-shattering.

He purred against my core, tongue vibrating against my clit, the forked tip hugging the greedy bundle of nerves with expert precision.

A scream tore from my lips as I bucked against the incubus’s wicked mouth, unravelling for him.

It was an out-of-body experience. I could feel myself writhing on the soft furs, but I had no control.

Pleasure smashed me apart, and Killian rebuilt me just for him.