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A sound halfway between a moan and a gasp tore from Adrian’s lips. He didn’t know how to feel, and he didn’t have the presence of mind to figure it out; Knox made sure of that. The demon’s mouth was still on his cock, sucking him the way only an incubus could. Each stroke of Knox’s tongue, each subtle motion he made, sent shivers spiraling through Adrian’s whole body, driving coherent thought further from his mind.

A second finger joined the first, a slow and deliberate stretch that had Adrian tensing for a microsecond before Knox hummed around him and made his cock twitch.

And before Adrian could come back down from that high, Knox’s fingers brushed against a spot inside him that sent a shock wave of pure need through him.

Fuck.

Adrian had known he had a prostate, but no one had ever touched him there quite like that. With just the right amount of pressure to make him want to curl in on himself and climb out of his skin at the same time.

But Knox was, at his core, a sex demon, and he knew exactly how to play Adrian.

And Adrian surrendered to him.

He spread his legs wider, silently pleading for Knox to give him more. Knox obliged, his lips never leaving Adrian’s cock as he thrust three fingers into him. The pressure built inside Adrian, and he writhed beneath Knox’s touch.

Knox’s shadows snaked around Adrian’s limbs, pinning him to the bed. "Relax," Knox murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations through Adrian’s body.

Adrian could only moan in response, because Knox’s shadows didn’t just render him immobile by curling around his arms and legs; they flowed alongside Knox’s fingers as well, flowing into him, caressing his sweet spot with the most gentle pressure that took Adrian right out of his mind and sent him flying.

His vision blurred. He cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. It was no use. He was caught, held in place by forces both outside and inside himself.

All he was was Knox’s plaything, and all he could feel was a burning desire for more as the demon’s shadows spread through his body and Knox’s fingers continued to massage his prostate with steady, unyielding pressure.

Adrian’s breath came in ragged gasps as he felt himself teetering on the edge. He was so close, but he couldn’t quite reach it.

He knew he wouldn’t.

Not as long as Knox didn’t want him to.

And right now, Knox wanted him on the edge of desperation. That much was clear.

That much, Knox had promised.

A high whimper escaped Adrian as Knox’s tongue swirled around his cock and his hips wanted to move but couldn’t, as Knox’s fingers stabbed his sweet spot and he became a creature of need.

"Please," he breathed.

"Please what?" Knox asked, eyes glowing golden as they gazed into Adrian’s.

Adrian struggled to form the words.

"You want my cock?" Knox pressed, fingers curling inside of Adrian again.

Holy shit.

"Yes," Adrian made himself say on an exhale as desire pulsed through his veins.

Glorious, fucking desire.

He felt high on it, on that need for cock and he never wanted to come back down.

He’d never known he could feel this way, but he relished it.

Knox’s smile was positively predatory. "You’re so pretty when you’re mine." He sounded so pleased it made Adrian’s cock twitch all over again while Knox sat back and undid his own pants, pulling them down in a single fluid motion. His cock sprang free, hard and eager.

Adrian’s heart pounded at the sight.

"Please," he found himself repeating, more ready for this than he’d ever been in his life.