Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
A growl drummed its way up his throat and poured into her mouth. He drew back, lifted her, and propped her butt on the edge of the bed—all in one smooth move. Invisible hands pushed her further up the mattress. Hmm, someone was telekinetic.
“Stay.” He raised his palms, emitting gleaming gold and black threads of power. Two shot to her wrists; the other two went for her ankles. And then the buzzing threads yanked, spreading her into a starfish position and holding her wrists and ankles against the mattress.
What in the blazes of hell?
She pulled against the binds, but there was no give. She was caught. Pinned in position.
Her belly pitched as shards of excitement buried themselves there. She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet more than ready to roll.
She looked up at Luka, her words dying on her tongue as she saw he was now naked—a thoroughly magnificent sight. There was so much muscle and ink, and damn, she wanted that long, thick cock inside her.
Like, right now.
His eyes breezed over her with a burning intensity, admiring every line and curve. Her skin prickled at being in the spotlight of his absolute focus. She felt a little like a priceless piece of artwork at an exhibition.
“You’re tying me to the bed?”
He kneeled on the mattress. “I have to be sure you don’t fall off.”
Yeah. Right. “At least let me have one hand free.”
“No. I don’t want you to touch or give. Not tonight. I want you to feel. Take. Shatter into tiny little fragments—defenses and all. That’s when you’ll really feel me. Everywhere.” The temperature took a dip as his eyes bled to black, the whites disappearing. “Then we will possess every part of you,” said whichever entity had surfaced, its voice a monotone.
Her pulse having a meltdown, she watched as the demon settled itself flat on the bed, its head level with her pussy. Tendrils of excitement twisted her stomach into a tight knot.
It ghosted the tip of its nose along one of her slick folds. “You smell a little too good.” Hands curled around her thighs as a warm, velvety tongue licked at her slit. And that same tongue quickly swept her away.
Time, the room, the world seemed to disappear. All she knew was that mouth. Skilled licks, flicks, and stabs were interspersed with nips, bites, and nibbles. Sweet and sensual words of praise whispered over her wet flesh—some spoken in English, others in Russian.
Being unable to move was as frustrating as it was heady. She couldn’t arch into its mouth, could only take. And take she did. Until, caught up in an endless loop of exquisite sensation, she came so hard that stars danced in her vision.
Jesus Christ. Little judders racking her body, she tried to get a hold on her breathing. No joy there.
The demon nuzzled her pussy and then slid up her body. “I like the taste of you. I am going to want more.”
Demonic entities weren’t much for compliments and praise, unlike this one. It was smooth and seductive, a note of sexual power in its otherwise toneless voice. “Abraxas,” she guessed, recalling Luka’s descriptions of his inner demons.
Its lips winged up. “What a clever girl you are.” There was a ripple in those black eyes. Like a pebble landing in water. Then its expression changed from an amused satisfaction to something much more intense.
“And we have waited longer for this than we wished to,” said the demon, the sexual hint of power now gone from its voice. It sounded put out. Sullen.
Another entity had surfaced, she realized. “You’re Dagon.”
“No,” it denied.
Luka’s previous words came back to her: Dagon is moody and will lie to you because that’s what it does to people.
“Yes,” she insisted.
Its eyes narrowed. “What makes you so sure?”
“I have a very good bullshit detector.”
The entity hummed, not appearing too pleased about that. Then it jammed two fingers inside her.
She jolted, her eyes going wide. “Give a girl a warning, would you.”
“Quiet now. I prefer that my toys do not talk.” Its mouth descended on her breast just as it began pumping its fingers in and out of her, hitting her G spot just right.
She could only lie back and enjoy as the entity alternated from gentle to rough while it suckled, nipped, and scraped its teeth over each of her nipples.
She’d heard of breast worship. This wasn’t worship. It was gluttony. The entity devoured her breasts, repeatedly scoring them with its teeth.
Meanwhile, it slowly upped the pace of its hand little by little . . . until eventually it was slamming its fingers into her pussy hard and fast.
Her orgasm hit just as hard and just as fast, appearing out of nowhere. She fractured with a choked cry, her head flying back, her inner muscles rippling.
The fingers withdrew from her, and then lips breezed over her cheek. “I want to see you covered in my marks,” said the entity, the merest note of cruelty in its tone. A note that hadn’t been there before. “Bruises. Welts. Bites.”