Page 203 of Satan's Spawn

Crayton is huge, and I’m not sure my vagina will survive him. Especially when his instincts take over again, fingers clawing hard into my waist.

He grunts into my mouth, and I whine into his, feeling so overwhelmed with his touch I have to align his cock with my entrance.

“Fuck me. Now,” I demand, then graze the tip of my tongue along his teeth.

Crayton growls, releasing my hair only to flip me over on my belly and lift my ass cheeks in the air.

I can feel his cock against my opening as he scrapes nails down my ass, slapping it firmly with the palm of his hand.

I let out a cry, loving how wet I already am between my legs.

It’s as if my body is in tune with his, craves his madness.

But my mind and heart? They know I need something else, because I can still see Felix’s cruel smile taunting me from the dark corners of this room.

And onlymyversion of Crayton can scare him away.

Crayton’s fingers are curling my hair around them again, about to drive inside me when I stretch a hand behind me to stop him.

Crayton was adamant he doesn’t know how to be gentle during sex, but I’m here to prove him wrong.

To have an experience outside of the horrible ones in the Pit earlier. If I’m going to remember this night for the rest of my life, I want it to be because it’s the time Crayton finally let me in. Not because of what Felix did to me or because I almost died.

I say nothing when Crayton retracts, allowing me to roll onto my back, and Crayton swallows audibly when I pull him onto me.

The muscle of his jaw narrows as he scans my face.

“Look me in my eyes as you take me, okay?” I tell him, and his nostrils twitch.

I know, for whatever reason, this is incredibly hard for him. But I see now he has it in him to try.

I reach for his cheek, caressing it. “I want this to be a first for you too.” I don’t have to divulge any further for him to understand what I mean.

He blinks rapidly. “You really need me like this?”

“I do. For many reasons.”

Crayton curses under his breath, running a hand down his face. After a few moments of losing him to his thoughts, he shows resolve.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Crayton shakes his head.

“What we do to each other,” I return. “Because we’re both freaking nuts, for sure.”

This makes him chuckle slightly, and run a finger down to my breast.

“How about I tell you what I need?” I suggest, wondering if not being in control will help put his mind at ease.

Crayton nods, but he still looks troubled.

“I need you to kiss me, then run your nose through my hair.”

So he does, inch by inch he lowers himself to my mouth, kissing me tender, deep. Even when he slides his tongue inside it slowly dances with mine, similar to how we were dancing earlier in the dining hall.

It’s beautiful, just like him.

But still not enough to rid Felix’s ghost, which seems to be closing in on me, making my heartrate pick up for all the wrong reasons.

I try to ignore the dark presence as much as I can, focusing on the guy who’s letting go of every insecurity he has and handing them over to me for safekeeping.