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)
Belial, she thought. “Welts? Fuck that shit – I’m not into whips.”
“Pity.”
“Yeah, for you.”
It slid its hand down her body. “This is going to hurt just a little.”
She tensed. “What is?”
“Luka should have warned you really.”
“Warned me what?”
“That we can do this.” It planted a splayed hand on her stomach and . . . God, it was like it pushed an orgasm into her body. A supernova explosion of pleasure/pain spiraled through her system. She screamed, shook, bucked, almost blacked out.
Teeth bit into the swell of her breast. “Again.”
More pain-laden bliss struck, violently flooding her body and numbing her mind.
“One more.”
Her body lit up like a goddamn firework yet again—there were snaps and crackles and bangs. At the same time, the skin beneath the demon’s palm began to heat. She hissed at the sizzle of pain even as it turned into pleasure.
The entity was branding her, she realized.
The burn of it overlaid the other decadent sensations, added to the pleasure rocketing through her, and shit, she might cry with the intensity of it.
Finally, her release subsided. Her body went limp, officially running on empty. She didn’t close her eyes; it was more like the lids collapsed.
Synapses. Officially. Fried.
That’s when you’ll really feel me. Everywhere.
She understood what he’d meant now. Her defenses were down, her body didn’t feel like her own, all her layers peeled back, leaving her core-self exposed.
Shaking and drained and gasping for breath, she probably would have curled up in the fetal position and zonked out if she could have moved.
“Now it’s my turn.” The voice was pure sex—and it was all Luka. He lowered his full weight onto her.
Her nerve endings were so raw she flinched at the amount of skin-to-skin contact.
“Trapped under me, just how I want you.”
“I sort of figured that out when you bound me to the bed.”
“As I said before, I can’t have you falling off.”
“I’d snort if I had the energy.”
Palming her delectable ass, Luka positioned her to take him and nudged the broad head of his dick inside her. Even through the condom he felt the scalding, addictive heat of her.
Her eyelids lifted, revealing two sex-drunk pools of gray-green. “I can’t come again,” she rasped, her throat seeming dry. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can. Because I want you to.” He snapped his hips forward, slamming home. Her swollen muscles clamped down on him, a husky cry left her throat, and he groaned at the feeling of her tight wet heat coating his cock.
His control fractured, fell at his feet in a shower of shards. He rode her so hard it was brutal, forcing his dick deep, loving the sight of her bound beneath him. Loving that she was helpless to do anything but take whatever he gave her.
He let himself get lost in her. In her softness, her warmth, her moans, her submission, the ripples of her inner walls.
Walls that tightened and turned almost unbearably hot, telling him she was close to coming.
He snaked his hand between them so he could roll and flick her clit. His own release was almost on him. It began to build, coil, spasm. And then it exploded outward just as her pussy clamped down on him.
They came together. Hard. Long. Until the strength oozed out of them both.
He gave her his full weight, planting his face against her throat. She didn’t move . . . and it took him a few moments to remember that she couldn’t move.
He released her wrists and ankles from the iron grip of his power. “How are your shoulders?” he asked, his voice lazy.
“I don’t know,” she all but slurred. “I can’t feel anything from the neck down.”
Raising his head, he met her slumberous gaze. “You all right?”
Her brow pinched. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Being fucked by a legion and their three entities can no doubt be . . . intense.” He didn’t get the impression that it had been too much for her, but he wanted the verbal confirmation—as did his inner demons.
Her dismissive expression waved away his concern. “I’m good.”
Satisfied, Luka accepted that with a slight nod. His inner entities settled, though they weren’t surprised by her response.
He withdrew his cock slowly, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was back inside her. He rolled to his side, placing his hand on her belly.
Her gaze seemed to sharpen with remembrance. “Was it Belial that branded me?”
“Yes.”
“What does the mark look like?”
He peered down and blinked in surprise. Humor plucking at him, he invited, “See for yourself.”
“I will in a minute. Not sure I can lift my head yet.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “That other thing it did . . . you know, where it made me come just by putting a hand on my stomach? All four of you can do that?”
“Yes.”
“Gotta admit, that’s a little unnerving. It makes me wonder what else you can all do. You won’t ever do that to me in public, right?”