Page 11 of The Devil and His Goddess (Sinners Do It Better #2)

Perseus

HARPER’S HIPS SHIFTED IN HER sleep as though she were grinding against one of her dream lovers, and the scent of her sweet desire filled the room like a perfume I wanted to bathe in.

Unable to wait any longer, I stood and grabbed the blanket. Since I wasn’t ready for Harper to wake from her sweet dream just yet, I pulled the duvet down carefully. She wasn’t in a white tank and black underwear, but rather, a long-sleeved red flannel and matching pants. I smirked, sensing a pattern with my goddess—she liked a complete pajama set for bed.

Too bad I was about to take it off.

Towering over her bed, I let my power free in the form of thick shadows. The black wisps pulled away from my body and floated across the space to where Harper laid on her side. The tendrils wound around her arms, and with a slow pull, they rolled her onto her back. She let out a small sigh, but otherwise seemed none-the-wiser to what was happening.

Meanwhile, I was fucking wound up tight with my need for her.

The shadows on her arms pulled her now-bound wrists up over her head, and they pinned them there, restraining her just like in her dream.

I eagerly got on my knees at the foot of her mattress, and without wasting a second longer, I grabbed her pajama bottoms and panties to pull both off in one tug.

The minute her bare legs were in view, my mouth watered. I ran my clawed fingers up the insides of her legs and parted them, which earned me a shiver from her.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

Her pussy glistened with her desire, and I stared at the stunning sight of her—face flushed with sleep and her erotic dream, hands bound above her head by my shadows, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, red shirt failing to hide her hard nipples, and legs spread wide to showcase just how wet she was for me.

I’d never seen a more beautiful picture.

In fact …

I pulled my phone out of my back-pocket and snapped a photo of her. I wanted to be able to look at my filthy goddess anytime I goddamned pleased.

I put the phone back in my pocket and refocused on the task at hand. Harper’s body twitched as her lips parted on a small moan again, and as much as I wanted to re-enter her mind to see her dream, I wanted to toy with her so much more.

Remembering where she kept her sex toys stashed from the night I’d snooped through her belongings, I reached toward her nightstand. In the bottom drawer, I grabbed the first vibrating dildo I saw. Turning the thing on the lowest setting, I scooted farther into her parted legs so that she couldn’t close them. With the soft hum of the toy in the otherwise silent room, I gripped her inner thigh in my clawed hand and lightly pressed the vibrator near her clit.

Her entire body jolted, and her mouth opened on a gasp. I moved the toy gently around the top of her pussy, making the air even thicker with her want. Her head tossed side-to-side slowly, and her legs opened even wider. I groaned, watching her lose herself to the throes of pleasure. Her arms began to tug slightly on the shadowy bindings above her head, and her dark lashes fluttered open.

I smiled as she slowly gathered her bearings, not that she could see my fanged smile beyond the skull mask.

When her hazy gaze found the black eye sockets of the mask I wore, her own doubled in size, and she opened her mouth—maybe to scream, maybe to say something—but I quickly shot my free hand forward to cover those pretty lips.

“Ah, ah,” I warned, my voice taking on a gravelly tone that slightly morphed my normal one. At the same time, I drug the vibrating toy over her clit, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a long sigh against my palm.

The tension in her body eased the longer I swept the toy through her wet pussy. Her eyes glimmered with both tears and lust as they locked on my face once more. Her arousal spiked, and I growled as the feeling and scent prodded at my Incubus senses. The sound only seemed to make her hungrier, because her nipples hardened, and she bucked her hips against the toy.

Needing my other hand on her sweet tits, I dug my claws into her cheeks just enough to act as a warning. “I’m going to let go of your mouth now. And you’re not going to make a fucking sound, are you?”

Her hard inhale and exhale hit my hand from her nose as she slowly shook her head beneath my palm.

I chuckled, the sound like something straight out of a demonic film, even to my own ears. “Because you like what I’m doing to you, don’t you, slut?”

There was no missing the small moan or the slight shiver in her body as I degraded her. If that wasn’t enough to prove she loved being called filthy names, it was evident when she nodded.

Satisfied that she was going to cooperate, I released her mouth, but I gave a warning growl just to be extra sure that she’d do as she was told. She made no move to scream or cry out. I reached behind me without taking my eyes off her face. She watched me with heavy breaths and wet, shuttered eyes as I found her discarded panties. I held the wadded-up fabric in my clawed hand and moved the toy aside to drag the underwear through all of the arousal coating her pussy. Her red panties now shined with the wetness like a fucking beacon, and without hesitating, I shoved them into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but before she could spit them out, more shadows unfurled to hold the fabric in place.

“See how bad you want this?” I hissed, running the top of the vibrating dildo through her seam. “Taste how badly you like this demon taking you?”

She moaned softly beyond the gag, and the sound made my dick uncomfortable in my confined jeans.

As I continued to run the dildo through her moisture, I drug my sharp nails up her torso, pushing up the red shirt as I went. Her cloudy gaze followed my clawed hand, and her hips bucked almost subconsciously as her full breasts came into view. They were just big enough to fit one in each palm, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I squeezed one in my free hand. She gasped around a mouthful of her soaked panties, spurring me on to flick one of her budded nipples.

The pleasure coursing through her body wrapped around me like delicious wafts of the best aromas, and it settled in my gut. Would I prefer to feed off her pleasure by actually sinking into her cunt or by tasting the glory of it on my tongue? Sure. But absorbing it by touching her as she came undone beneath me worked well enough.

For now.

I didn’t want her to know everything I had in store for her, yet. Tonight was just a small sample of all that was coming her way.

Trailing my hidden black-and-red slitted eyes down her naked body, I drug the vibrating dildo through her slick pussy. She was so fucking wet, I wouldn’t even need lube.

“Goddamn,” I hissed through my fanged teeth. “You’re such a fucking horny whore, aren’t you?”

She moaned again, her back arching and her hips shifting to rock against the tip of the toy, which hovered near her entrance. The sight made me fucking feral , and with a growl, I pulled my shadows away from her mouth, letting the tendrils take the underwear with them.

Her breathy moan blessed my ears like sweet music, and her glossy eyes searched my masked face. “Please.”

“Please what, Go—gorgeous?” I mentally slapped myself for nearly using my nickname for her. She didn’t need to know her masked fantasy demon was actually me , and calling her Goddess would be a dead giveaway.

“Please,” she begged with a desperate look at the dildo between her legs.

She bit her lip, practically fighting against the words that wanted to come out. She knew what she was supposed to say and do. She should scream, fight back, and do everything she could to get away from the stranger in her bed.

But that wasn’t what she wanted .

No. She wanted me to claim her in a way no one else ever had. She wanted me to ravage her while she couldn’t fight me. The shining glimmer of want in her eyes was indication enough of that, even without knowing her filthiest fantasies thanks to my Incubus abilities.

I let out a soft, pleased chuckle that I wasn’t sure she could hear. The shadows hovering near her head rushed forward to shove her panties back into her mouth. In the same instant, I pressed the toy into her tight hole. A deep, throaty groan of bliss rose up inside her as her head fell back.

“You love having a stranger fuck this hole, don’t you?” I demanded as I pumped the toy in and out of her pussy. “You’re a twisted slut.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her entire body shook, not from fear but from mounting pleasure. Her orgasm was a grenade, and it was about to detonate. I wanted to run my tongue over the planes of her stomach or suck on her sweet nipples, but my mask had to stay firmly in place. So instead, I used my free hand to pinch and roll her nipples, palming her breasts to the same slow pace that I controlled the thrusts of the toy.

She rocked her hips against every measured push of the toy, and I knew it was driving her crazy. She wanted me to go faster and harder, but denying her that sweet bliss was too much fun. Her head tossed listlessly, and her nails dug into her palms above her head. The grunts and gasps filtering past her underwear as I drew the toy out at an agonizingly slow pace were sounds of desperation. When I made no move to fuck her harder, her body began to try for it on its own, grinding and thrusting down against the dildo.

I chuckled and gave the side of her breast a light smack with one hand while the other thrust the toy back in. Her eyes lit up in ecstasy, and her frame shook. That was all it took for her to come undone beneath me, coating the toy in her sweet release.

“Look at you,” I commented huskily as her pleasure spiraled in my gut with its warmth and richness. “Such a bad girl, cumming for a demon.”

I shoved the toy back into her hole, and she wiggled against the feeling with an aching moan. With a devious grin that she couldn’t see, I turned the vibration all the way up and left the dildo buried deep inside her. Her whole body shook and shifted against the mattress in an effort to get away from the intensity of being filled and touched after having already peaked, but my shadows kept her firmly in place.

I quickly unbuttoned my jeans just enough to free my straining cock. Her blue eyes tripled in size. I didn’t even focus on the stroke that gave my pride. Instead, I continued toying with her tit while fisting my dripping dick. She watched me hungrily, all the while, continuing to buck futilely against the toy trapped inside her cunt.

“Does this make you fucking wet?” I asked through clenched teeth as I gathered her orgasm on my fingers and used that to pump my shaft. “Does seeing how hard you get this demon turn on your dirty cunt?”

Her back arched, and her heels dug into the bed on either side of me as more shining release dripped from her pussy. I watched it roll down her folds and around the relentless vibrating toy to pool beneath her on the bed. Her pleasure continued to fill me up inside, and by now, her two orgasms were making the contact to her core too much. The tears lining her eyes slipped over her cheeks as she continued to shift, unable to get away from the unending torment of the vibrating dildo.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I fisted myself harder and let my hips meet each up and down stroke. My black claws dug into the skin of her breast just enough to make her aware of their potential danger, and I drug them down her torso, drawing closer and closer to the trimmed top of her parted legs.

Her head frantically shook, but I ignored her with a smirk she couldn’t see. As I neared that oblivion myself, I coasted a single clawed finger through the soft hair and to the top of her crease. I swiped it down and pressed hard on her clit.

If that gag made of her underwear and shadows hadn’t been there, her scream would’ve filled the room. Her body came off the bed as it clamped around the toy still buried inside of her. She squirted, gushing fluid all over her cunt, myself, and the sheets beneath her.

The sight brought my own release crashing down, and I moaned roughly as ribbons of cum shot from my dick and onto her naked body. I continued rubbing my shaft and the head of my cock as every last drop poured onto her.

The taste of her mind-blowing pleasure winding its way over my taste buds and down my throat to settle in my stomach was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

It was electric, blinding, and divine.

It left me momentarily at a loss for words or air. I basked in her essence as a blade of grass might bask in the presence of the sun. When my mind finally caught back up to itself after the high of her release, only one word came to mind.

Perfection.

This goddess was perfection, and she was mine .

As I caught my breath, I pulled my phone back out and, once again, snapped a photo of her. Her red shirt was bunched around her shoulders, tears rolled down her face, cum covered her bare stomach and flushed breasts, her spread open pussy glistened with her numerous releases, the end of the toy protruded from her entrance, and the sheets beneath her open thighs were drenched with the evidence of her squirting.

I immediately set the image as my new screensaver.

My cock was already thickening again with a need for more of her. Unfortunately, she and I had work in the morning, and I wanted her in good shape for that. Tomorrow was the big briefing day for each set of performers. While seeing her exhausted would give me satisfaction since I was the cause for it, I needed her able to retain what we’d be going over. She needed her sleep for that.

Didn’t mean I couldn’t torture her a little longer.

Smirking, I said, “Thanks for the meal.” I pointed my black claws at the shadows keeping her arms contained and covering her stuffed mouth. “Those will disappear soon.” I paused then added with a grin, “Maybe. Enjoy the toy until then.”

I gave the end of the vibrator a light smack where it protruded from her folds, and she jolted with a groan as the sensation made her squirm restlessly again. I chuckled and disappeared back into my shadowy world that stayed hidden from her eyes. I stood near the bed to watch her wiggle futilely against the never-ending fullness at her core, but a sudden fracture of light peaked through the edge of her shut blinds and curtains.

Raising a brow, I went to the window, all while she remained oblivious to me and the tiny odd light. When I peered out of a crack in the blinds, I realized it was the house’s side motion light. Curious, I immediately traveled through the shadows to the front lawn of the house. The security motion light was still on, but I didn’t see anything obvious that could’ve tripped it.

With a shrug and dismissal that it was probably just an animal, I turned and made my way home.