Daemonium – Devil’s Playground Four Read Online Natalie Bennett

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The moment her mask was gone, I saw the raw emotion in her eyes, the vulnerability she never showed anyone else. I wasn’t expecting the shuddering breath she took or the way she launched herself into my arms, burying her face against my chest. My arms closed around her, holding her tightly, protectively. I would never get tired of being the nightmare that made her feel safe. She had no idea what I was thinking, no clue how I would use this situation to get what I wanted—what I needed—and have her feeling the same by the time it was done.

My mind was already spinning with the possibilities, the ways I could make this moment go exactly where I wanted it to. “What do you need from me, Sunshine?” I asked, my voice low and deliberate, giving her the illusion of choice.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper drowned out by the multiple showerheads, tears trickling down her cheeks, leaving a trail on my chest.

“Oh, you have me.” I captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, harsh, pressing her back against the wall. Her fingers dig into my skin, pulling me closer, her mouth opening beneath mine in a desperate plea for connection. Our bodies melded together; her breasts crushed against my chest.

I grasped them roughly and a low moan escaped her lips, mingling with the tears that still streaked down her flushed cheeks. The shower was filling with steam and the water was hot, beating down on our faces, mingling with our hands that clung to each other. I wanted to do this rough—splay her out beneath me and fuck her like the fragile, beautiful doll she was. I wanted her to bleed, marking me as I marked her.

I counted backward, knowing that time was soon, and slowly traced my fingers down her drenched body, my touch lingering at the small of her back, and then lower. She gasped and arched into me.

I ignored the discomfort of my wet pants and lifted my mask. I lowered myself to the ground. With careful movements, I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, feeling the soft skin of her inner thigh against my cheek.

My kisses started slow and tender but soon turned into playful nips as I teased and explored her thigh with my lips and teeth.

As the water continued to beat down on us, her moans grew louder. I brushed my teeth against her skin, causing goosebumps to form all over her body. She was shaking yet trembling with desire, her body begging for more. Slowly, I moved higher, trailing my lips up her thigh until I reached her pussy. With one hand, I spread her open.

I traced the sensitive skin with my tongue, savoring the taste of her and the sounds she made. When she couldn't take it anymore, her hands gripping my hair, urging me deeper. I obeyed her plea, plunging my tongue inside, tasting her sweetness, and hearing her soft cries of pleasure. Her body undulated beneath me, her hips grinding against my face as her breath quickened. I licked and sucked, faster and harder, until I felt her muscles clench and release. Her moans reached a fever pitch as she arched her back and cried out my name.

I had no intention of stopping now.

“Ky, please,” she rasped, her voice trembling with desperation.

That was all I needed to hear. Without another word, I scooped her up from the shower, the water cascading off her as I carried her back into the room.

Her skin was warm and slick against mine, and the air felt electric with everything unspoken between us. I didn’t hesitate as I reached the bed, tossing her onto the sheets with just enough force to make her gasp again. She landed in a tangle of limbs, her golden hair splayed out around her like a halo, her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.

I stood at the edge of the bed, towering over her, every nerve in my body thrumming with the need to claim what was mine. And she was mine—whether she realized it or not, she’d always been mine. Now, it was time to make sure she understood that too.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I bounced slightly on the bed, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I watched him with wide eyes, my gaze tracing over every detail as he approached me, his wet pants clinging to his muscular legs. The dim, red light cast shadows over his chiseled torso, the intricate tattoos on his skin standing out like dark secrets written across his flesh. He was a vision—wild, untamed, and utterly captivating.

Water droplets continued to trickle from his wet hair, cascading down his neck and tracing the contours of his muscular chest. He reached out, gripping my heel with a touch that was both gentle and possessive.

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