Bat Out of Hell (Promised to the Demons #2) - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,19

dress?"

"It's worth finding out.”

Chapter Nine

Jenny

Bevan didn't need any more encouragement to get under the covers with me and spread my legs. We didn't have much time to act on our desires, and I wasn't short on desires. I was able to meet his first thrust with an arched back, a gasp, a clenching of my inner walls to hold him tight inside me.

Still, I was surprised by how forcefully he was fucking me, even more than last time. His jaw was clenched, his hands pinning mine down, his cock driving into me so fast that I wasn't sure he was fully paying attention to me anymore.

Whatever spell he was under, it certainly felt good. "I need you, toadlet."

"I can tell."

"Your face is so flushed...," he murmured. "And you're so wet. I know we'll both feel better."

The speed of his driving movement was impossible to ignore, and sparks were building up inside me so quickly that I could hardly speak. I succumbed to it, biting my lip furiously as I started coming so hard that I bucked under him, unable to hold back a moan. I hadn't even realized it could all happen that fast.

He let out his own groan of delicious agony as he filled me with his hot seed. He sat up, one arm still crossing my body, and he threw the covers back over me.

"Are you sure you feel okay?" I asked.

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"I definitely enjoyed it, but you seem a little different and I just wondered if it had anything to do with taking Variel's strength."

"I feel on top of the world," he said. "As if I truly have the strength to protect someone I love...and I also have that someone. I was blind before. I was content to be a familiar when I could have been making more of myself." He took my hands in his. "I'm going to use this power the way it should be used."

I hope so, I thought. But I didn't want to doubt him. I couldn't say I disliked the way he pounced on me and seemed so excited to be with me, and he could do that to me twice a day as far as I was concerned. And yet…

Daisy walked in, very luckily none the wiser, with a dress and cloak. "Well, you're lucky that this was the best I could do on short notice. Most of the faeries have more of a willowy build. You're short like my friend Polly and her whole wardrobe are these...frocks."

"It's perfect, Daisy, thank you," Bevan said, taking the hangers. "You can leave it to me."

"But I want to dress her! That's the fun part!"

"Tough luck. She's not your American Girl doll.”

“Don’t insult my hometown doll,” Daisy said as he steered her out the door with a hand and held out the clothes to me. "These aren't bad at all."

"They look like Jane Austen clothing," I said, and although they might not have Daisy's style, I thought they were much more grown up than the dresses I usually wore. Very elegant. The dress was forest green with a high waist and long sleeves with a small ruffle of lace and a row of delicate black buttons, while the cloak was dark blue wool with a hood and slits for the hands. I climbed out of bed, realizing I still felt shaky on my legs after how long I'd been in bed.

"You'll get stronger with some movement and a heartier lunch than chicken soup in you," Bevan said. He helped me out of my nightgown and into the dress, and he was so gentle and good with his hands now that I almost felt like I'd imagined how forceful he was just moments before.

Not a bad contrast, I thought, so naughty one moment and then so nice...

When he buttoned the dress it quickly became clear that I had a bigger bust than Polly. The dress was somewhat low cut and my breasts were like cupcakes rising out of the pan. I'd been trying to pretend they weren't there my entire life and now I wondered if anyone would notice anything else.

"It's a little snug," Bevan said. "But all the buttons fasten. I guess you're just a little bigger in the bust line."

"No kidding!" I put my hands over them. "Isn't it cold outside?"

"Not that cold. You have the cloak." He lifted it over my shoulders, tied the ribbon, and settled it over my chest. "There you are. You're shy, huh? A lot of