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Wonder sidles low, bowing her head to that stunning cock and striking true. Her tongue unrolls and drapes against his warm flesh. In one unbroken lick, she drags the flat up his erection, from the bulbous sac to the wide head.

Malice whips off the grass. A dangerous noise claws from his lungs, his hands skewering into her hair. “Wonder.”

Her name. A prayer. A demand. Sighing in bliss, Wonder coasts her tongue, swabbing his dick, wetting it. She laps up and down, skidding over the bars, rustling them. As they shift under her ministrations, an inarticulate sound clots Malice’s throat, his body arching toward her lips.

Oh Fates, to have this influence over him. Inebriated by his response, Wonder teases the demon god’s frenulum, then swirls around the outer edges of his crest. At the top, she snags her teeth over his radius, etching the small pleat.

Her quarry shakes. Hoarse intonations crackle from the demon’s mouth and scatter across the courtyard, each response a shot of adrenaline between her legs.

Glancing up, Wonder catches him bearing down on her, features warped in turmoil.

Holding that sweltering gaze, she flicks the bead of cum poised at his seam, the decadent flavor seeping into her palate.

Malice’s mouth unhinges on a silent, captivated groan. The vision coats her center in arousal, her pulse beating there.

Opening her mouth around his tip, Wonder seals her lips over the prow of his cock, encasing him.

Then she gives a tender suck, dislodging a hiss from her demon.

Those eyelids fall to half-mast, and his teeth clench as she bobs slowly from the pome to the seat, her enterprising mouth stretching him thin.

With the utmost patience, she siphons his erection, tugging softly. The piercings stir from one end of his flesh to the other, magnifying the pleasure. Heat emanates from his cock, warming her lips. Cradling her hair, Malice watches her suck, his expression sick with desire.

His hips jut upward, synching with her lips, both of them working him. Another moan flutters up Wonder’s throat. Her tongue unwinds, dabbing his crown, tracing the crease.

Malice grates out more noises. He belts his waist, giving her his full cock. In between pumping, Wonder licks every morsel of fluid that drips from the demon until he’s writhing, muttering a string of racy obscenities.

She whines and bounces her head quicker, eager to purge this beloved male of every noise in existence.

Malice complies, charging his waist, matching her pace.

He grows harder, hotter. And she goes deeper, tighter.

On the brink, Malice’s head soars backward, his eyes welding shut, his mouth ajar while nonsense pours out of him like steam.

This being lies before Wonder, spread out, hers for eternity. His cock is smooth as black silk and solid as metal. His broad tip shudders against her tongue, about to spill across her taste buds.

Wonder hums around him, the vibration skittering down his length. He thickens more, filling her mouth to capacity, his ass punting. Together, they throw themselves into it, haggard groans overlapping.

Come on, my demon. Empty yourself for me.

On command, Malice stalls. His body pauses, strung taut, hips arrested off the grass.

Then at last, a marvelous bellow cleaves from his mouth.

He comes inside her, the shouts in disarray, the octave slamming through the courtyard.

His cock jerks, the muscles rippling across her tongue, a rush of hot liquid streaming from his crown.

Ecstatic, Wonder drinks him in, sucking to the final drop while his body quakes in her arms.

The demon spasms, then smashes to the ground. At least, for a second. The moment Wonder glides her lips up his spent cock and releases him, the god launches into motion.

With a snarl, he vaults upright, reeling Wonder backward until she hits the foundation.

Half sprawled atop the grass, she flattens her arms behind, bolstering her upper frame.

He snatches her knees and shears them apart, the hem rucking to her hips, the skirt pudding around her waist. The breeze caresses Wonder’s thighs, her waxed cunt bared and aching as he takes in the view, the dark wells of his pupils glittering.

That look wets her intimate lips further, her clit swelling, arousal soaking the cleft.

Balancing on his knees, that glorious, godly body hovers over her. The pants hang open, his cock high and erect, the flared crown and length glistening from her tongue.

Tilting his head, Malice admires her slick pussy, his taloned finger cutting back and forth across his lower lip. “Gorgeous.”

She could reciprocate the compliment. Instead, an order shimmies off her tongue. “Get back here.”

His evil mouth quirks. “Your vice is my command.”

Malice crawls, venting her thighs farther apart.

With frenzied motions, Wonder scoots nearer, both of them heaving into one another’s mouths.

They grab for each other, hands groping, tearing at her dress.

The fabric turns into a shredded mess, falling off her body like ribbons.

Spools cascade to the ground, where Malice swipes them away with the back of his wrist.

Her breasts swell into the air, nipples puckering. Yet before her famished demon can snatch one of the shells in his mouth, she pushes the jeans down his waist. Malice helps finish the task, both of them yanking off the pants.

Wonder scrambles backward like a temptation.

At the same time, Malice slithers forward, the span of his waist kicking her thighs wide, his weight a delicious relief.

Gripping one of her legs, Malice hooks it over his hips, her knee pitching high as his head dips.

And oh Fates, he sucks the pliable flesh of her neck where it meets her clavicles.

Wonder mewls, and he rasps with conviction, increasing the pressure. The result is hallucinatory, electrifying her senses.

Prying himself away, his intoxicated eyes scroll to her breast, the nipples ruched and tough. “What little pearls,” he praises. “I need to have that.”

Lowering, his lips strap around the bud, drawing one pert nipple between his incisors.

Wonder cries out, her body arching like a bowstring.

His tongue is a torment, tugging her into his mouth, his hands clasping the ovals of her backside.

Moving to the opposite peak, he swabs and laps until she’s inconsolable.

When his mouth releases the raw nipple, she grunts in protest. Naturally, this incites an unforgivable chuckle. Curse him to hell.

Intent on teasing her, Malice releases her buttocks and suspends himself on bracketed arms. He tosses Wonder a villainous grin, admiring the prickles dashing across her skin. Despite that wicked expression, the sight clenches her heart. How she loves every part of him.

The instant Wonder reaches up for Malice, sobriety consumes his features.

His irises flash, marveling as if he’s never seen her breasts, stomach, or thighs.

Nor the fine slit of her pussy. Nor the tender look that must be bleeding from Wonder’s countenance.

He marvels, wavering at her invitation, so freely offered without conditions or limits.

Raised tissue carves across his heart, where an arrow had pierced him. As Wonder draws across the pulp of skin, Malice’s breath hitches, his pulse ramming against her fingertips. Then she drags her palms along the chiseled contours of his torso, the expanse of muscle.

Finally, she looks up, her eyes clinging to his uncertain ones. “We deserve each other.”

You deserve me. As I do you.

That’s what he needed to hear. That’s what he’d hesitated to believe even now.

Malice’s features collapse, any lingering doubt evaporating from his visage. Passion rises to the forefront, consuming his face. That heavy-lidded expression causes Wonder’s clit to thrum, her crease slickening with fluid.

His cock inflates, hard and hot. Slinking back to Wonder with the predatory grace of a serpent, Malice rakes kisses from her breasts to her collarbones. Then he inhales the flowers around her wrist, the only adornment she’s wearing.

Suspended between her limbs, his powerful body aligns with hers, his waist spreading her thighs wide, her legs pitching on reflex.

That’s the essence of them. Chemistry. Physics.

Action and reaction. The Stars don’t need to bind them.

They’ve made themselves into soulmates without destiny’s assistance.

Wonder sighs, the sleek prow of his cock nocking to her pussy. While Malice steals her face in his palms, she knits her calves around his ass, her ankles linking across the taut shapes. She combs through his waves, and he leans into her touch, gazing with savage reverence.

“I’m going to watch you get fucked by me,” he promises. “I’m going to watch everything my body does to yours. I’m going to watch how my cock makes your pussy feel.”

She bites his bottom lip. “Then make me feel it all.”

“I’ll study every look, every moan, every movement,” he swears. “I’ll learn everything, all over again. I’ll unravel every secret.”

“Then unravel them,” she pleads.

They’re gasping, exchanging haggard breaths. His claws glide over her cheekbones, and his hips nudge into her own, a subtle grind that pushes a whine out of Wonder, a coarse groan out of Malice.

“On one condition,” she moans.

“A bargain?” He quirks an eyebrow. “I like bargains.”

“Only if I get to conquer you too.”

“Ah, but you’ve already done that.”

“Then I’ll do it again.”

“That’s my selfish goddess,” he approves, his waist slinging, the roof of his cock urging her toward insanity. “Then make me feel everything, Wildflower. Wreck me. Destroy me. Then bring me back to life.”

She nods, starting with this: “I love you.”

Malice’s pupils go up in flames. And this: “I fucking love you more.”