Demon's Trust (The Chronicles of Arcayos #1) - Raven Dark Page 0,79
“H… hard.”
“How hard?” he growls.
“So hard you put me through the wall.”
It’s not a lie. I love anal. No one’s ever done it right, always too gentle, so I’ve had to settle for my own toys, stretching myself alone in my bed, panting in the dark.
He slides inside me, deliciously slow at first, seating himself deep.
This way, he feels enormous, stretching me to my limits. A shock of pain shoots through me, but it’s mixed with intense volts of pleasure. My mouth drops open, and I make a strangled sound in effort not to cry out.
The idea that someone might walk in on us makes my pulse pound.
Once, twice, three times, he slides in and out, filling me up. My fingers claw at the wall, at his hip while I pant and grind my teeth against a scream.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I heave huge breaths. “Shit… shit, shit…”
“Answer me.” His palm pulls my head back, his hips pushing mine to the wall as he seats himself deep again.
“Yes,” I choke out. “Yes, I like it.”
He rumbles his approval and swivels his hips, touching every nerve inside me. I moan, and he does it again, slow, delicious circles. God, that feels good.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” I rock my hips, enjoying every stroke.
He slides out and then thrusts back in, the first real, hard stroke he’s allowed himself. I moan my approval, and he does it again, harder this time.
This couldn’t get any fucking hotter—
Arcayos’ wide palm slips around my throat. He squeezes just enough to get my blood racing faster. Ok, that’s even hotter. I moan.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice is a rough vibration in my ear.
“Fuck.” He’s going to make me say it, and it feels too much like another deal being made—as if by saying it, I’m giving him some deeper part of myself.
Once, twice more, he thrusts into me, hard strokes. His hips smack mine.
“Who do you belong to?”
That need, that cursed overwhelming need to please him swirls deliciously through my thoughts.
I grind my teeth.
He makes a frustrated sound.
Arcayos hammers into me, hard, swift thrusts. My knees thump against the wall, my hands clawing at him until he puts my arms behind me. He pins them to the small of my back with one hand. His other hand gathers my hair and he yanks my head back. The sting, the shock of his unbridled aggression, goes right to my core, making me needier. He drives into me fast and deep.
This is the real him. He might be disguised as Hawk, but this is Arcayos. No, more than that, this is him with the hero, the Champion of the world, stripped away, only the demon left behind. An animal who owns and takes and conquers.
Where has he been all my life?
“Mine,” he growls. “Mine.” He grunts his pleasure, yanking my head all the way back, his hips snapping forward again and again. Trapped between him and the wall, with his feet spreading mine wide, I can’t do anything but take him.
“Ah! Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
“Nope. Can’t have you screaming and sending the squad here.” He releases my hair and his palm clamps hard over my mouth while he pounds me.
Arousal explodes through me, and I scream helplessly into his palm.
The sound echoes in the room, intensely erotic.
The sound must get him going because he grunts and fucks me harder.
God, yes. This is sex. This is good fucking.
“Cassidy. So fucking perfect. You’re mine until you breathe your last.”
Now he’s taking me so hard that with his super strength he’s almost pushed me up the wall. My feet are nearly off the ground, toes barely touching the cement, leaving me stripped of control, and giving him a deeper angle. A shelf near us rattles dangerously.
Scream after scream peals from me, muted, reduced to nothing by his hard grip.
The orgasm rips through me, white lights spearing across my vision. I thrash, coming apart.
Three sharp thrusts, and Arcayos groans his release into my ear.
Carefully, he sets me down on my feet and smoothes back my hair. He rests his forehead on the top of my head and lets out a sigh while his arms clutch me tight to him.
“See what you do to me, my love?” He slides gently out of me and puts me back together. Lifting up my panties and pants, straightening my shirt on my shoulders.
What I do to him? I jerk my shirt closed, fumbling with the buttons. “What did you do to me, Arcayos?”