Page 59 of The Damned (Coven of Bones #3)

He trailed that free hand between my breasts as he squeezed my throat lightly, slid it over my quivering stomach to touch the light dusting of blond hair at the apex of my thighs.

He moved slowly, watching my face as he moved his hand lower, slipping it between my lips to find me wet and wanting.

He growled as he dropped his forehead to mine, circling my clit with two fingers as the hand at my throat tightened.

My pussy tightened around nothing, a spasm coming to my core as I responded to the touch.

His grin was satisfied as he released me, dragging his mouth over my stomach in the same path his hand had taken.

He lowered himself to his knees on the floor before the counter, sliding his arms beneath my upper thighs and yanking me to the very edge of the counter.

“What are you doing?” I asked, a note of panic creeping in.

Beel seemed to know it wasn’t the kind of panic that came from trauma but from embarrassment when my legs closed around his head, trying to shut him out.

He forced them wider, baring me to his gaze as he stared at me.

He spread my pussy open, taking in every detail as I heaved a sigh.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured, the affirmation soothing the frayed edges of my nerves.

“Even here.” With that, he leaned in, dragging his tongue through my slit in a slow glide that set all my nerve endings on fire.

My hips bucked toward him from the intensity of it, earning a chuckle from him as he pressed a hand to the top of my lower belly, pinning me still as he circled my clit with barely there brushes of his tongue.

“This is cruel,” I hissed when he lowered and slid his tongue inside me, fucking me with it when I wanted something more . He laughed into me as he slid a finger into me alongside his tongue, drawing a strangled, raw sound from my throat.

He continued with his torment, exploring every inch of my pussy with his tongue like he was committing it to memory.

That finger worked in and out of me slowly, making me writhe as I watched him between my legs.

I reached down, tangling my fingers in his dark head of hair as he added a second finger to my entrance, gliding it inside slowly.

I felt impossibly full as he worked them, scissoring them apart to spread me open.

Given what I’d seen the day he touched himself, I’d need it.

He worked my clit more aggressively, giving it his undivided attention.

It didn’t take long for the heat of an orgasm to build within me, for the sounds of my breathing to come more rapidly.

He groaned into me as I clenched around him, my climax stealing the breath from my lungs.

He continued to finger me through it, his tongue making gentle passes over my clit until I shoved him away.

“Too much,” I whimpered, earning a satisfied bark of laughter from him as he rose from his knees.

He kissed me sweetly, the taste of me on his mouth making something possessive light within me.

A determination to make him smell like me all the time, to make it known who he belonged to in the most primal way possible.

He grasped me at the waist and glided me down over the edge of the counter, dragging me down over the ridge of his cock where it was still trapped inside his pants. I reached a tentative hand between us to stroke him.

He groaned, grabbing me at the nape of my neck as he guided me backward.

“Get in the fucking shower, songbird,” he murmured, releasing me.

I stepped back, watching as I plunged beneath the cascade of water.

I tipped my head back, letting the spray fall over my head and down my back as I spun to face the wall.

I hummed to myself as I let the warmth fill me, my song only cutting off as Beelzebub stepped in behind me.

Water splashed off him and sprayed against me as he dragged a hand down the tattoo on my spine, pulling back and slapping my ass.

I squeaked as I turned to face him, letting him back me into the wall.

There was a bench beside me, and Beelzebub didn’t hesitate to reach down and grasp me under the thigh.

Raising my leg, he positioned my foot on top of it and spread me open all over again.

I was still too short compared to him, but he bent his knees deep enough to drag the head of his cock through my pussy.

I whimpered as I looked up at him, feeling the weight of that gaze and the silent question.

Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his where he held himself, guiding him down to my entrance with a ragged breath.

He kissed me as I pulled my hand away, letting him push forward to slide inside.

I parted for him, his head slipping in easily.

He groaned as he pulled back and pushed deeper, giving me shallow, slow glides to get inside me.

He gave up on the bench with a growl, lifting my leg so that he rested my calf on his shoulder, bending me in half as he worked in deeper.

I leaned back into the shower wall, panting for breath as he kissed me.

I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t shut out the visual of him moving inside me.

Needed the reminder that it was Beelzebub, that I wanted this as heat built within me.

He got deeper and deeper, until he filled me completely.

He stayed there, planted deep as he kissed me, running his hands over my body, the slick glide of him over my wet skin soothing the ache that I felt deep within me.

So deep it seemed impossible.

“Please, Beel,” I begged, and he picked up his motions.

The slow glide of him dragged over the most sensitive part inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head.

He was too good to be true, filling me with warmth with his lovemaking.

It was everything I needed my first time to be, but as he stoked that heat higher and higher, I needed more.

“Please,” I repeated, my voice higher than I cared to admit.

“Tell me what you want, songbird,” he said, his voice gentle.

As if he wasn’t as affected by the feeling of me wrapped around him as I was feeling him inside me.

I had a moment of doubt, a moment where I wondered if this was more for me than it was for him and if I could really take what I would be asking for. “I need the words.”

I shuddered, blinking up at him as I rested my head against the shower wall.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, scanning his face the moment the words reached him.

He stilled inside me, studying me, and it bolstered me, letting me see the strain on his muscles as he fought for control. He wasn’t unaffected by me.

He was holding back.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, shaking his head and kissing me gently. It was the sweetness I should have wanted, the gentleness I wanted to want. But all I wanted was to see Beelzebub unrestrained, to take the shackles off and feel the way he wanted me.

Maybe I was broken, but in that moment, I wanted to be broken in his arms.

“I don’t want you to hold back. I want to be everything you want,” I said, and the vulnerable admission must have clicked with his unwillingness to give me what I asked for.

“You already are,” he murmured, the gentle ease bolstering me. He’d gone to such lengths to make me comfortable, to let me know I was safe with him.

Now I could put that to the test. “Now, Beel,” I ordered, sliding my leg over his shoulder and down his arm to rest on the floor so I stood before him. He curled a brow at me as he waited. “You told me to use my words and I did, now give me what I fucking—”

He spun me to face the wall so suddenly my palms slapped against the tile, the sound reverberating through the enclosed space.

He drove inside me from behind before I could take a breath, slamming into me with a force that shoved the air out of my lungs.

“Fuck!” I screamed, looking over my shoulder at him.

He stayed planted for a moment, giving me time to change my mind before he withdrew and set a hard, punishing rhythm.

Each drive into me brought a whimper from my mouth, the pitch rising higher and higher.

He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat, arching my back as I fought to maintain my hold against the slippery tile. “Oh God,” I gasped.

“You’re in Hell, songbird. God can’t help you now,” he growled, sliding his other hand around my hip to stroke my clit while he fucked me.

I groaned, the sound long and deep as I tightened around him.

My magic pulsed out of me in a wave, bringing him over the edge with me.

I fed the Source and Beelzebub fed me, and nothing had ever felt so harmonious before that moment.

His own groan came with his orgasm, as the warmth of him finishing inside me filled me. It dragged me over the edge with a scream that clawed its way up my throat, his hand vibrating against me with the force of it.

“Fuck,” Beelzebub sighed, pulling out of me slowly as he spun me to look at me. He tucked me into his chest as I swayed, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me. “Did I hurt you?”

I just smiled. I could feel the heat of his release slipping down my thighs, and my body was covered in the marks he’d left behind.

But it had never felt more like mine.