Page 12 of Insanium (Devil’s Playground)

I screamed his name, the intensity of my orgasm consuming me whole. My muscles clenched around his cock, ripping a guttural sound from him as he thrust harder, his dick pulsing inside me as he came, drawing another orgasm out of me.

I swore and held him tighter, biting my lip until the pleasure began to fade into a delightful buzz and my lips were back on his, tasting the mix of our saliva and sweat.

I felt his cock soften and slowly slide out of me, leaving a warm ache that throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.

I caressed his face, my fingers tracing every perfect inch of it.

He was still breathing heavily, his eyes hooded. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked down at me.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he murmured, the words laced with both vulnerability and affection.

“I know,” I replied, my own smile widening as I traced a finger along his cheekbone. “I’ve been wanting to do it, too. When we get out of here, you can plan on fucking me for a week straight, and I’ll be riding you the next one.”

He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest, sending a thrill down my spine. “A week, huh? I like the sound of that.”

He leaned in and captured my lips in another searing kiss, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling my body closer to his. I traced patterns on his chest, marveling at the feel of his muscles despite having touched them at least a hundred times before.

We settled into a companionable silence; the room was hushed except for the rhythmic cadence of our breaths. Then Hael broke the stillness, venturing into territory we’d danced around but never fully explored. “You weren’t joking about that harem idea, were you?”

I shifted slightly, amused by his directness.

“I don’t actually have a lineup, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He laughed lightly, but then his tone grew serious. “I know there are plenty who’d jump at the chance.” He paused, his voice softening. “I’m not keen on sharing you, Kennedy. But if that’s part of this—part of us—I’m in. Whatever it takes.”

His readiness to embrace such a complex dynamic only made me adore him more—which should have been impossible at that point.

“Should I be worried or flattered that you’re so accommodating?”

“Maybe a bit of both. I’m just keeping in step with what you want, what I know you need.

I wouldn’t ever try to change a damn thing about you just to appease myself when I knew exactly what I was getting into.

Just remember, I’m here to wreck anyone who dares hurt you. Plus, I’m your favorite, right?”

“And irreplaceable,” I affirmed, feeling a surge of appreciation. “You know, I could handle anyone who crossed me, but if it ever came to you … well, I’d have to call in the big guns—my brothers.”

He smirked. “They’d do it in a heartbeat. Your parents would ask them to record it so they could play it back every holiday.”

I laughed softly. “Well, just to be clear, I’ll ensure you’re always happy, too. No one gets close to me without your say-so. You’re mine as much as I’m yours, and I’ll guard that fiercely.”

His gaze met mine, unwavering. “We’ve always had that bond, Kennedy. We’ve been everything but physical.”

Well...well that was true. I gave him a mock stern look, not really bothered by his predictability.

“Don’t get too used to being right all the time,” I quipped, the seriousness of our exchange dissolving into the easy banter that was so typical for us.

While I didn’t know exactly how our new …

arrangement would unfold, my trust in him was absolute.

He was as much a part of me as anything could be.

As I glanced out the barred window at the moon still dominating the night sky, I wondered how long we had until we were thrown back into chaos.

I had trained ass-naked before, which was about as strange as you could imagine.

My family always said you could never be too safe when inside Judicium .

I probably shouldn’t have been laid out with my legs in the air either, but I deserved to come, and the timing seemed right.

That didn’t mean I wanted to go slicing people up with my lips hanging out.

“We should probably get cleaned up,” I suggested, thinking about the practicalities.

“No.” His voice was flat.

“No?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow.

In response, Hael sat up and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, his muscles flexing enticingly.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger appreciatively on the expanse of his well-defined torso.

“I want to go again.” He reached for me, dragging my body until I was on top of him. “I want you to fuck me, nice and slow.”

He spread me wide, and I moaned, feeling his rock-hard erection against my entrance. “Is that so?” I teased, wriggling my hips.

“Mmm, yes,” he purred, his eyes darkening with desire.

Despite my soreness, I couldn’t resist him.

I lowered myself, both of us groaning in pleasure.

His fingers dug into my hips and ass as I rode him just like he’d asked: slowly.

It didn’t take long until I shoved him flat on his back and fucked him harder.

The way he looked at me gave me all the motivation I needed to keep going when my thighs began to burn from the effort.

I moaned as I felt myself getting closer, my pussy clenching around him in a tight grip, covering his hand with mine when he reached up and grabbed my right tit. I began to rub my clit, bracing myself with one hand on his chest.

He watched as I brought myself closer to the edge, his eyes on mine, never breaking contact.

The pleasure was building, and we both knew I was about to come.

I cried out, my body trembling. His hands now held me tightly, his grip never wavering. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, but I knew I had to keep going.

“Hael,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. My body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I was still coming when he flipped me onto all fours and began fucking me from behind, his hand tangling in my hair and forcing my head back so I was still looking into his eyes.

The bite of pain nearly undid me all over again, my body arching in response to his strokes.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he came, his body trembling with the force of his release.

He slowly pulled out and then gently lifted me into his arms, like I was a fragile princess and not a psychotic little diva.

I laid my head on his sweaty shoulder, allowing him to cart me off into the bathroom.

He sat me right on the side table where the towels were and then turned on the sink.

I watched him, absolutely fascinated. His back was sweaty, and decorated with my nail marks.

My hair was messed up. His perfect ass was still out, cock hanging free and slick with my come and juices.

Fuck. He’d always been stunning, but he had never looked more beautiful.

He must have been having the same thoughts, because he caught my eye in the mirror and said the same thing.

“You’ve always been gorgeous, Kenzie. But freshly fucked? That’s my new favorite look.”

I grinned at him unabashedly. When he moved to face me again, his eyes darted between my legs. He seemed to hesitate.

“What is it?”

“I can see my come dripping out of you,” he whispered.

I looked down at myself, splaying my legs and giving him a full view.

“Well, isn’t that a sight to behold?” I taunted, teasing him as I spread my lips wide to expose more of his claim.

My body was still buzzing with pleasure.

Unable to resist, I reached down and ran my fingers over the slickness between my thighs, spreading it further and bringing it up to my mouth.

I sucked and licked them clean, moaning appreciatively.

“We taste amazing together,” I breathed, locking eyes with him.

“You’re a devil, Kenzie,” he groaned, unable to tear his gaze away from me.

I winked seductively at him, knowing exactly how much power I held over him in this moment. “You wanna taste?”

His eyes flared with heat, and I could tell he was barely holding back from attacking me right then and there. Smiling mischievously, I spread my legs even wider and leaned back against the wall behind me.

With one hand, I pointed to the floor in front of me. “Come on,” I urged him.

He swallowed but didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of me and wasted no time burying his face between my thighs. A low gasp escaped my lips as his talented tongue flicked against my sensitive flesh.

“Oh, fuck …” I moaned, throwing my head back as his skilled tongue delved deeper inside me.

I gripped the back of his head and held him in place as I rocked my hips against his face, riding his tongue with abandon. He knew exactly how to please me, and I was quickly approaching the edge of ecstasy. “You’re way too good at this …” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.

He hummed in response, his fingers joining in on the action, pumping in perfect rhythm with his tongue. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel myself hurtling towards an intense climax.

I gripped his hair tighter and rode his face even harder, barely able to form coherent words as my pleasure built to a fever pitch.

I screamed as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenched around his fingers and my juices flooded over him, coating his lips and chin. He continued to lap at me until the last shuddering waves of pleasure had passed, leaving me gasping for breath against the wall.

Finally, he released me and rose to his feet with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“You were right. We taste fucking amazing together,” he said, grinning wickedly.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I lightly slapped him on the chest. Without another word, we both grabbed some washcloths and cleaned ourselves up.