Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Her head shot back, her eyes snapping wide open, her brow creased with pleasure and pain. “Jesus, Teague.”
He groaned. “Fuck, you feel good.”
She righted her head and tugged at the back of his tee. “Take this off.”
“No.”
Larkin swore as he began railing her hard, his fat cock mercilessly overstretching her. There was a burn to each deliciously deep thrust, but it didn’t dim the pleasure. Not in the slightest.
Curling her legs tighter around him, she locked an arm around his shoulders and thrust the fingers of her free hand into his hair. She’d done a lot of pulling on those strands tonight, so his scalp was gonna be tender tomorrow. She kind of liked that thought.
Without losing momentum, he shifted his angle. She gasped because, oh God, each slam of his cock now brushed over her clit. A clit he’d earlier flicked and rubbed with his wicked, fabulous tongue that could give a masterclass on how to please a woman.
One thing she loved about sex with Teague was that there was no teasing, no dragging out foreplay, no orgasm denial. There was only taking and giving and demanding. “Stop scraping your teeth on my face.”
“No.”
There was that, too. A habit of ignoring her orders and doing as he pleased. But she loved that as well, so she couldn’t really complain. “If you dare bite me, I’ll rip your dick off.”
He went still, and then the air cooled as his demon surfaced. It narrowed its black eyes at her and rumbled an animalistic sound.
Larkin licked her lips, admittedly a little nervous. All demonic entities were cruel and dangerous, but hellbeasts? They were on another level. Because they weren’t civilized or reasonable, too primitive in their way of thinking. They were more beast than man. More monster than animal.
Teague’s demon rubbed its nose along her cheekbone, letting out a low and rumbly nicker. That nose ghosted down her cheek, over her jaw, and down her neck. The entity set its teeth around the thick vein in her throat—a blatant assertion of dominance.
It didn’t bite down, and she didn’t get the sense that it meant to. No, this was more of a message that it could so easily hurt her and so she should watch her step.
Snorting, Larkin tugged hard on its hair. “What the fuck ever, Applejack.”
Without withdrawing its teeth, it let out an annoyed chuff, sending a waft of warm air at her neck.
Then it began to fuck the holy hell out of her.
A startled gasp burst out of Larkin as the demon powered into her like the wild beast it was, chasing its own pleasure, uncaring of her own. Weird though it might be, there was something about the moment, about flirting with the danger of being bitten, about being taken by an entity that gave no fucks what she wanted, that somehow incited both her and her demon.
She would have arched into the brutal thrusts if the hands on her ass weren’t clenching so tight. The entity held her perfectly still, forcing her to take only what she was given.
All things considered, it was really no wonder that Orgasmville was already so close, making her inner muscles spasm.
Snarling, the demon roughly upped its pace, ramming into her so hard it hurt. It clamped its teeth a little tighter around the vein in her throat—not nicking the skin, but taunting her with how she was at its mercy right then. God help her, the reminder of danger only shoved her closer to Orgasmville.
Mere moments later, she was there.
Pleasure burst through her in an electric wave so damn blinding she lost her breath. The demon snapped its hips upward faster, harder, and deeper. Then, with one last slam, it exploded.
Panting and trembling, she felt its teeth slide away from her throat. The demon dragged its tongue along the vein with a soft nicker, and then she sensed the entity withdraw.
Teague lifted his head, his striking eyes all lazy and warm. “Applejack? Really?”
She felt her lips quirk. “Your demon didn’t like being referred to as one of the My Little Pony characters, huh?”
“No, it didn’t.” He carried her to the bathroom, where he propped her on the counter. He swiped a small flannel from a shelf and used it to clean her up. Once he’d dumped it in the hamper, he set a hand on the counter either side of her. “It’ll happen again.”
She sighed, unable to deny that it was highly likely—particularly since her demon would continue to help him wear down Larkin’s defenses. Those defenses were already ragged at the edges where he was concerned. But . . . “I told you, I’m not into shallow flings.”
He hummed. “You complicate things by tossing out labels. Booty calls. Hook-ups. Flings. Bed-buddies.” He scraped his teeth over her chin. “The core of the situation is much simpler. I want you, and you want me. That’s it. Where’s the negative in that? There’s no reason we can’t just let ourselves enjoy it. No reason we have to put it in a neatly marked box that gives it rules and boundaries and limitations.”