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He looms down, his mouth slithering over hers. “My cock is going to fuck you until you can’t remember anyone’s name but mine,” he murmurs. “It’s going to fuck every scream from your lungs. Then my cock is going to fuck and fuck and fuck you some more.”

With a slight rotation of his waist, he steers the radius of his crown against her nexus. “I’m about to pound this immortal pussy deep into these books and wreck you for all other gods.” Those eyes flash like scythes. “Only. Me.”

Shit. Oh, shit.

She’s created a monster. Though, he’s not the only one. With millennia of experience, neither of them requires a boost of confidence. Yet this awakening is on another inconceivable plateau. Nervousness, anticipation, and impatience assaults her bloodstream.

The God of Malice is about to fuck her.

Wonder’s cunt throbs. Leaning into him, she glides her tongue over his controversial mouth. “It’s always been only you.”

This is a matter of interpretation. But it’s still true.

And for now, it’s all the incentive he needs. The uncivilized noise that cleaves from Malice could split iron. With his weight anchoring her like scaffolding, the demon frees her wrist and ass. Then he hooks onto the scooped neckline of her bodice and wrenches it in half.

In one vicious motion, the fabric tears, shearing down the middle from neckline to hem.

Her breasts push into view, hefty and capped with a pair of cinched nipples.

Every intimate part of her leaps from the garment, from her plush curves and stomach to the broad thighs cranked around his hips, from the naked stud of her clitoris to the wet line bisecting her pussy.

Malice devours the sight like a starving god, his expression verging on barbaric. As the frayed material dangles off her shoulders, he torches a path down her naked skin with the avid intensity of an anarchist.

A set of heavily lidded eyes drag from Wonder’s cunt to her face, those dangerous features reflecting every uncultivated emotion in existence. Bearing in on her, his raspy tenor blows hot air. “Fucking heavenly.”

Giving her no time to savor the compliment, Malice’s mouth plunges to her neck, his tongue swatting her flesh like a whip.

Embers skitter across her flesh, the sensitivity astounding.

On a tremulous cry, Wonder arches. Her scalp hits the upper shelf, an inarticulate plea cracking off her lips as he sucks on her flesh, then sketches her clavicles with his teeth, skating back and forth.

Her calves grip the low-hanging pants, her ankles link atop of his ass, and her toes curl.

Oh. Stars. Racked by shivers the likes of which she’s never endured, Wonder dives her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching his scalp.

Bending into the facade like an immortal sacrifice, she supplies this menace with unfettered access to every inch of skin.

Malice croons with enthusiasm, suckling the basin of her collarbones before continuing his descent. Then Wonder’s mouth parts on a silent exclamation as his head sinks to the cove between her breasts. While laving the area, his talons etch her nipples until they’re flushed and tight.

Wonder contorts into him, pleasure quivering from the peaks as he skims them. She balls her fist into her mouth, stifling the octave of her rapture. Cursing, Malice pries away her wrist, unblocking the sound. Then his mouth dives, straps around a nipple, and sucks.

She unleashes, hysterical moans catapulting to the rafters. It persuades Malice to attack with a vengeance, siphoning the kernel into the drenched channel of his mouth, his tongue flicking the nub. Then he moves to the other breast, and she’s nothing but sound, amplifying with every exquisite pull.

Her pussy clenches, saturated in arousal, fluid pouring into the front of Malice’s pants. His body shudders, a growl lurching up his frame. He must feel her oozing into the vent, spilling over his cock, which widens in circumference.

The effects only make him tug harder. With his lips wrapped around her nipple, he bobs his head, tongue darting over the shell. Erratic sounds fall from Wonder’s mouth, a preview of more excessive noises to come.

Taking pity, Malice releases the nipple. “Jesus,” he mutters against the raw tip. Straightening, he licks his lips, features slack with gratification. “Perfect goddess. Would you like to wail some more?”

Flapping her head up and down, Wonder cannot answer. He’s not even inside her yet, and already her vocal cords have been incapacitated.

However, Malice squints like a fiend. “Misplaced your voice? Not an option, Wildflower. Let’s find it, shall we?” He scours his mouth along her open lips. “Free my cock.”

Oh, gods. Oh, my gods.

Heaving for air, Wonder digs her heels into the back of his pants and thrusts them down. As the contours of his ass rise from the material, Malice finishes the job, shoving the garment until it piles just under the swells, the divots flexing in her periphery.

As the material buckles around his upper thighs, Malice’s cock juts from the pants. The column bloats, thick, high, and glazed in her arousal. Tension inflates the veins, the flare of his crown darkens, and a pearl of cum surfaces from the incision. The bar piercings glint, each bead polished.

Fates, he’s gorgeous. An hour ago, Wonder had finally been privy to the sight. But now she luxuriates in the surreal view, that villainous cock about to spread her pussy.

Malice hums, enjoying her inspection. Maneuvering his waist, he aligns his dick with her oval, then strums his tongue along her ear. “Eyes on me.”

Her heart gallops, shallow and quick. She swerves her gaze to him while steepling her knees, her legs splaying farther to accommodate his waist. Heat emanates from her cunt, which hovers over the nocked tip of his cock, mere centimeters separating them.

Malice’s irises flash like arrows in flight. He gives her an irredeemable look, not quite a grin, nor a glare.

Then he swings his waist.

The broad roof of his cock spreads her an inch, the flaps of her pussy splitting over the round head. A strangled whimper lodges in Wonder’s mouth. Her eyes magnetize to his own as their bare flesh touches, making the first contact.

The demon hisses, the inflection as sharp as a razor. With another forward sweep of his hips, more of his cock pivots between her private lips, the bead piercings adding texture. He pries her farther, the dilation loosening her mouth, which hangs soundless.

Malice’s face constricts, his pupils crackling like onyx flames. A low growl punctures the air, following by a mouthed, Fuck.

Entrapping her gaze, he reels his cock backward, then forward again.

The next liquid slide roots him deeper, the piercings rolling, massaging areas she hadn’t known existed.

Wonder keens, her eyelids heavy. Like this, Malice tortures them both, sloping in and out, little by little.

The teasing friction wets her anew, her cunt sealing around him, lathering his cock.

His muscles knit, working in tandem to his pierced erection. She whines for mercy, for more, for him. Only when she catches the subtle quirk of his mouth does she realize what he’s holding out for.

But just to be clear, Malice licks a smoldering trail across her lower lip. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

Excitement surges through her. The request prompts Wonder into motion. Unhooking her ankles from under his ass, she bolsters her heels on the bookcase, knees projecting around his waist. Then she stiffens her joints for leverage and eases down, her pussy sinking, spreading around his cock.

Shock renders her speechless. Her cunt stretches, splitting over the crown, clasping the width of his dick, the slow descent agonizing.

Malice’s mouth sprawls open on a husky rasp. Wonder gawks, lips falling open as she hits the seat, impaling herself. At last, her pussy grips his full cock, the metal bars rubbing her walls.

A sob breaks from her mouth. The noise is both a relief and a cry for help.

Malice purrs. “There we go.”

Her voice. She’s found it. And now that it’s back, Wonder refuses to stop.

Their combined groans mesh together, his cock standing inside her, the feeling too intense to stay still, to stay quiet. Every inch fills her to the brink, the roof poised in a compact place.

The demon slides his lips across hers. “Better?”

“Yes,” she moans.

A smirk cuts across his mouth. “Good.”

And Malice snaps his hips. Hard.

With a volatile thrash of his waist, he lashes his cock. And a new sound rips from Wonder, this one louder, harsher, keener. She shouts, the brunt vaulting her thighs farther apart. Her knees fly open, her pussy clutching him to the sac, the abrasion seizing every nerve-ending.

Malice growls something against her mouth, then proceeds to tear them both to pieces. He throws his body into it, into her. His ass punches out a rhythm, striking her cunt with punctuated belts of his waist.

Wonder hollers. Flinging herself against him, she catches his tempo and undulates her pussy, sucking him deeper.

The demon groans in pace with his thumping ass. “Fuck, yes. Bury me with that immortal cunt.”

Bury him. Own him. Put him somewhere no one else can touch him.

Charged by those words, Wonder bounces on his cock, bobbing up and down. She grinds her heels into the shelf, using it to accentuate the motions, driving herself onto him.

Malice is nothing, if not calculating. He measures the signs pulling across her face, the noises shooting from her mouth, and takes advantage. Angling his cock, he hits a cramped space that tears a wail from her. Over and over and over.

Pleasure leaks from her cunt, smearing Malice’s flesh. Their hips smash together, beating fast. When she gives a deliberate squeeze, the cock piercings enhance the friction, and the pressure wrenches a defenseless growl from the demon.

She laps her hips, hurling her pussy at him, demanding more. But whatever sounds Wonder has left in her, she loses track.