Page 11 of His to Ruin
“What?” I ask in shock as I attempt to spin and look at him. His shadows shoot out, holding me firmly in place.
“Demon, remember?”
Without giving me a chance to respond or to think too much about that statement, he dives back in, licking and sucking and nipping at my tender skin until I’m a moaning mess. The blackened smoke that seems to be entirely within his control, like an extension of his being, holds me tightly in place while he uses me. Every stroke of his skilled tongue seems to become more desperate, demanding my pleasure. I’m completely at the mercy of a monster, my body given over to him entirely. Right as I’m about to fall over the edge, he pulls away. I whine at the loss of him.
“Such a desperate little lover, aren’t you?” he coos as he brings a moistened finger to my back hole, pushing gently inside.
“Please,” I whimper as he pushes his finger deeper inside me at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Please what? Use your words, Little Nightmare,” he demands in a tone that sends shivers running through me.
“More, please.”
He tsks as a second slicked finger pushes its way inside me, fighting to make it past my tight ring of muscles. He lets out a sharp breath when I relax and let him all the way inside me.
“Tell me exactly what you want, human. You want me to fuck this tight hole with my demon dick?” he asks as his fingers begin to pump in and out of my ass.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I scream as pleasure starts to wrap itself around me. “Please demon, I need you inside me.”
“As you wish, Little Nightmare.”
8
KALLUM
Christian’s body is a treat that I intend to consume. Every moan, every sharp inhale, every desperate plea, is mine to orchestrate. Mine to devour.
His soul has been mine for years—ever since he was foolish enough to open the border between Hell and Earth with that silly board game. He was so afraid, so vulnerable, so desperate. His soul called to me across time and space, begging me to make him mine. He may not have always been aware of my presence in the periphery of his life, but I’ve been there, waiting, watching. And now it’s time. Time to finally make him mine.
“Please, demon, I need you inside me,” he whines as I pump my fingers in and out of his slicked hole.
His pleas snap through the remaining threads of my restraint. I remove my fingers, relishing in the way his body clenches at the loss. He’s already missing me, craving the way I fill him. I stroke my cock, teasing his rim with the head, and smearing him with the evidence of my hunger.
“As you wish, Little Nightmare.”
Christian is bent beneath me, his flushed skin slick with sweat, and his body trembling as he tries to catch his breath. My pretty little human—so wrecked already, and I haven’t even given him my demon dick that he’s begging for.
“My name is Kallum, not just ‘demon.’ I want to hear you say my name while you come around my cock,” I command. Shadows curl around his waist, holding him in place as a reminder of who owns him. Tonight I claim my human.
His breath stutters, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. “K-Kallum…”
A pleased growl vibrates in my chest. “Good boy.” I glide my hands over the globes of his ass, feeling the way they twitch under my touch and the way his muscles clench as if bracing for what’s to come. “Relax. You need to be open so you can take my cock, Little Nightmare.”
He whimpers, his fingers flexing against the sheets. My shadows coil around his wrists, holding on to him tightly beneath me, a visual offering I will never grow tired of. I press two fingers inside him, feeling his body stretch around me, and he gasps, his back arching, hips pushing down, desperate for more.
“Such a greedy thing,” I chuckle, curling my fingers and stroking that perfect spot inside him. His breath stutters, a ragged moan escaping as I fuck him open.
Only when I’m satisfied with how pliant he’s become do I pull my fingers free, pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. His breath catches, his body still beneath me. A delicious moment of anticipation—of surrender.
Then I take him. Christian gasps as I thrust into his tight, scorching heat, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. His back arches as a strangled sound leaves his lips, and I drink it in like the sweetest nectar.
“Fuck, you feel perfect, like this ass was made to be mine,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
His body molds around me, drawing me deeper into his depths. His ass squeezes me like it was made for this, made for my darkness.
“Such a tight little hole,” I murmur, dragging my cock out inch by inch before slamming back inside. His whole body jolts forward from the force, but my shadows hold him in place. He’s going nowhere.
My hips thrust back and forth, driving my cock into him again and again. I set a mercilessly rhythm as I thrust into him with relentless precision, forcing his body to accept the stretch, the fullness, the possession. Christian moans, his fingers clawing at the sheets and his thighs trembling as I drive into him with all the tension that’s been building, wrecking him from the inside out. His cock drips onto the sheets, untouched but twitching with every thrust.