Page 31 of Prince of Demons (Demon’s Mark #2)

Georgia

P erhaps she should have been ashamed of how her pussy clenched at the prince’s offer to get her off. Instead, she felt nothing but hot excitement down low in her belly when his monstrous cock rubbed against her clit.

“It won’t hurt? The branding?”

“There’s a sting as the magic sears into your skin.” He kissed the side of her neck. “But you’ll be too busy writhing in pleasure to care. I promise.”

Her breath hitched as his lips traveled down the tendon to her clavicle, his hands on her ass still rocking her back and forth along his hardness. “Yeah? Women are usually too busy coming for you to notice you searing them?” She tried for sarcasm. It came out breathy.

“You’re my first Breeder,” he murmured against her skin.

“But yes, you will be. You’ll come like the dirty little slut we both know you want to be, and once it’s done, there’ll be no more fear when you look at me.

” He punctuated the statement with a wet suck against her throat.

Georgia groaned, her thoughts scattering to the wind.

Mindlessly, she wound her fingers around his horns and guided his mouth to her breasts.

He followed willingly, and when his hot lips closed around the first nipple and he sucked it deeply, she began grinding down on his cock on her own.

The ridges, though scary to look at, proved perfect to rub her clit against.

“Mmh, God!” she mewled when her clit caught on one of the rounded spikes, shooting sharp pleasure up her spine.

“You really shouldn’t invoke a deity while riding on a demon’s cock,” Kesh growled hotly. He squeezed her ass tightly and pulled her down harder against the protrusion, forcing a delicious ache through her clit. “I’m inclined to take offense.”

“Sorry!” she gasped, back arching to take some of the pressure off her tender bud. “Just an expression. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Another growl, and then she was on her back on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling.

Half a second later, the prince’s monstrous face, crowned by those imposing horns, came into view, hovering above her.

“It seems I was mistaken—you don’t fear me at all, even in this form, do you?

Not when you’re desperate to come. Then all that matters is how I make your pussy sing. ”

“I thought you liked me like this,” she panted, trying to grind against the knee he placed up high between her thighs.

“I fucking love you like this,” Kesh growled, black eyes sweeping down her body with enough heat to flame her skin.

“It’s how you were meant to be, Georgia.

Unafraid. High on sex. Demanding pleasure.

” He moved his knee away before she could press down on it, but when she whined in protest, he pressed two fingers either side of her clit ring and tugged on it.

Sharp bliss rocked through her pelvis, too intense but all the more addictive for it.

“Shit, that's—!” Her words snuffed out in Kesh’s mouth as he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, never ceasing his fingers’ rhythmic movements. It didn’t take long before her pussy tightened in preparation for orgasm.

The demon pulled back an inch, leaving her panting for breath and moaning with every tug on her clit. “I want you to come nice and hard for me, Georgia. Can you do that? Come until your pussy hurts and you’ve got nothing more to give? That’s what I need, beautiful. Every ounce of your pleasure.”

She nodded feverishly. “Yes, just… I need…. Can you…?”

“Tell me what you want, Georgia,” he rasped, lips brushing over hers, his breath tickling her skin. “Don’t ever be ashamed of demanding what you need.”

“Your fingers… inside,” she gasped, biting her lip hard when he settled his thumb on the tip of her exposed clit. “F-fuck, that’s…!”

Kesh hissed out a breath, his gaze darkening as he eased his thumb’s touch to a maddeningly light brush. “You need penetration, gorgeous? Of course you do. Only good girls are satisfied by playing with their clits, and that’s not what you are, is it?”

“N-no,” she gasped, bucking up against his hand, willing to say anything to get him to increase the pressure. “I’m not a good girl. Oh, please…!”

“Then what are you, Georgia?” he growled, not allowing her the friction she so desperately needed. “Tell me what you are, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I’m a slut!” Her voice rang through the bedroom, a desperate keen. “A slut who needs your fingers inside her. Please!”

“That’s right. And dirty little sluts get what they ask for.” Still massaging her clit with the thumb of his left hand, he lifted the middle and index fingers from his right hand to his mouth and bit off the sharp claws adorning them.

Her entire body thrummed, heat pooling between her legs as he brought his fingers back down to lightly stroke up and down her labia, teasing her open.

“Inside!” she demanded, need roughening her voice to a growl.

A dark smirk pulled at his lip. “As you command, little Breeder.” Light pressure, followed by the exquisite sensation of one thick finger penetrating deep.

Immediately, another finger followed, stretching her perfectly.

Georgia mewled and arched her pelvis up on instinct, coaxing him to go further, press harder.

He obeyed instantaneously, filling her deliciously. When he began stroking them in and out, any last vestiges of control abandoned her entirely.

“Ohshit!” Her moan mixed with his harsh snarl as her pussy fluttered and squeezed on his digits, every rapid thrust bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…!”

“Do you have any idea how good it feels to have you squeezing me like this? What I would give to be inside you?” he rasped, voice filled with dark desperation. “Stars, you’re so fucking perfect! Come for me, beautiful. Come for me before I lose myself and kill you.”

Alarm zinged up her spine at the warning, but when her eyes met his, her pussy pulsed hotly, the fear only adding to the thrill of it.

His gaze burned with lust, every ounce of his attention fixated on her.

She’d never been wanted this much, this intensely.

The threat that he might lose control and push that horrific cock inside her made her clit throb, her body riding high on the adrenaline.

“I’m—I’m close! Harder, please, harder!” She bucked up against his touch, thigh muscles tightening as her body was swept away on the rising tide.

Kesh smoothly switched hands, forcing his right thumb to her clit without ever stopping the perfect, maddening stimulation, and pressed his left hand to her forehead. “Squeeze my fingers, gorgeous. Make me feel that perfect little pussy come undone.”

There was no stopping it. He pumped her hard three more times, and then?—

“Ah! Kesh!” Every muscle in her body tightened to the point of snapping as her orgasm roared through her pelvis, heat and pleasure and relief making her cry out wordlessly.

Without warning, fire seared through her forehead where his palm was pressed to her skin. She gasped in shock, but another wave of pleasure from her orgasm softened the pain enough to make it tolerable. Dark magic flared from his hand, burned her forehead, and sank into her mind.

“K-Kesh.” She looked up at him in an instinctive need for reassurance, but her vision blurred and faded, distorting his face.

“Relax, beautiful, it’s just the magic settling in.

You’re okay. I’d never harm you,” he said, voice raw as he moved his hand from her forehead to her cheek, cupping it with a gentleness that entirely contrasted his size and strength.

“I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. And I don’t.

Not now, not ever.” He bent, his mouth finding hers with an urgency that made warmth prickle down her body.

She parted her lips on instinct, still pleasure-drunk from the fading waves of her climax. His kiss was deep and needy, and she moaned softly into his mouth, surrendering.

There was no more pain, just relief as her consciousness slowly gave way.

“I would sell my soul for you if I had one,” he whispered against her lips before pulling back.

The last thing she saw before unconsciousness took her was the blurred outline of his monstrous features morphing into an achingly beautiful man, his dark eyes haunted with regret.