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Yet, he was a demon.
My heart pounded as he slid his hands up my arms. I couldn’t see his actual arms or legs thanks to the shadows and robes that he wore, but he felt solid.
Real.
One touch from him had my body begging for more, craving the knot I knew he hid. Every nerve ending was on fire, my skin heating as lust surged within me.
“I knew you’d be intoxicating, little human, from the moment I decided you’d be mine this way.”
With a tremor in my voice, I asked, “Why haven’t you touched me like this before?” It was probably stupid to ask, and I was going to hurt my own feelings, but I needed to hear it.
“You weren’t ready to take me,” he said simply. “I couldn’t be your first. I’m not the take-care-of-you type, I’m the cause-pain-and-revel-in-it type. Can you handle me, Harlow? Because I want to take you as hard as I possibly can, make you feel like my cock is splitting you in half, and drink down your screams of agony. Then when you feel like you can’t take anymore, only then will I show you mercy. If you’ve earned it.”
My jaw dropped at his crude words. Part of me was terrified, knowing he’d break me in ways I didn’t know I could be broken. But the other side of me, the dark and twisted side, needed to know what it felt like to be taken by him.
I wondered if I was possibly hurting my chances with Drake, Roman, or Hiro. But at the moment, I didn’t care.
“Are we mates, Monty?”
“Not like they are. I’m more,” he said with a growl that rattled through me, heightening everything I was feeling. It healed some of the hurt that had wedged between us.
“I can take you, Monty,” I lied through my teeth, desperately needing to know if I could, and damn the consequences.
We’d find out if I could be what he needed.
I had a feeling there weren’t safe words with a demon.
Monty’s skull mask fell away, revealing his true face. Or rather, another face.
I couldn’t really call it human. His features were sharp, chiseled, and I could now make out features like his glowing eyes, a sharp nose, and a wide mouth.
He was breathtaking, in a terrifyingly beautiful way.
His teeth were pointed and gleaming white, stretching across his pale-bluish gray face. It felt like his depthless black eyes were tearing into me, revealing everything I was to the demon who claimed to own me.
Even though to most he’d be an abomination, to me he was Monty. He was terrifying, yet sexy, and I wanted him more than I ever thought possible.
His robes fell away, revealing a muscular body. A tail swayed back and forth behind him, and his horns even seemed bigger, curling upward menacingly now that he stood before me in all his glory.
His cock jutted out proudly, twice the size it was last time he taunted me. There was no way it would truly fit, not without literally tearing me apart.
Somehow, I don’t think that would be an issue for my demon.
He held up a clawed finger, letting it glint in the soft lighting, before dragging it down my cheek, then my chest, marking a path down my entire body. The sting it caused hurt enough that I cried out as he scratched his way down to my pussy, cutting my clothes in half in the process.
He tossed them away like mere rags, but I couldn’t utter a complaint. My words had escaped me. More and more I felt like a buffet for this creature, and I could only hope I’d have something left of myself when he was done.
I was shaking with need the more he studied me, touched me, and was almost to the point of begging for more.
Even as his claws marked me, Icy tendrils of shadows trailed over my exposed body. Each touch left a tingling behind. It was hard to focus on one at a time.
A shadow teased around my nipple with ghostly cool brushes, swirling and stinging in tandem. Then another was moving lightly over my skin causing me to arch into the touch. A third was ghosting over my thighs, touching everywhere but where I needed.
Without warning he slammed one of the tendrils into my core. It was thick and punishing, stretching me painfully even as the others teased around my clit, drowning me in pleasure and pain.
I cried out, knees buckling and falling back on the bed. His cold laughter echoed in the small space as he loomed over me, fucking me with his shadows as he stood tall, watching me suffer for him.
The feeling was almost indescribable. It felt like he was fucking me with ice, almost too cold to bear, but my body arched into each thrust, craving more of what he was willing to give. My fingers tightened in the sheet beside me, and I writhed under the attention.
