Page 116 of Demon Food

“Don’t stop!”

With my royal name on your trembling lips.

“Alek,” I whimpered, fogging the marble with my breath as he fucked me with his tongue. “Don’t stop, Alek.”

Take it, human. Take all of it.

With his royal name on my trembling lips, I was taking it. As he tongue-fucked me so thick—in and out, in and out, in and out—I was coming.

“My dark prince,” I whispered as my body crested an arc. “I’m coming.”

Streams of white couldn’t rocket out fast enough, tearing from me, one right after another, everywhere, everywhere, while he snarled through my mind, possessing my thoughts until they were consumed by him. Random words spoken in a glittering stream of chaos.

Beautiful. Exquisite. Hot. White. My human. My love. Perfect. You’re perfect.

I was truly filled with him, every piece of me, inside and out.

I’d never had it happen quite like this. It’d never shaken so hard or sweated so much as every last drop drained from me, bleeding me of my brainpower until I was empty. A writhing, wet mess on the damp marble floor.

This dark prince. He’d done it all with a tongue that didn’t even exist.

I didn’t feel his ghost tongue leave. I only felt the absence of its presence and my hole puckering, hating to let go, but he receded like a shadow in the sun.

The hands were gone, too. Everything was suddenly gone.

“No,” I whispered to no one, trying to push myself up, a string of drool connecting me to the floor. But my body collapsed into a vulnerable, helpless heap. “Don’t leave, Alek. Please.”

I could hear him coughing from the other room, the sound horrendous and wet, like he was drowning, choking underwater. Like he was struggling to breathe.

My eyes jolted open. “Alek⁠—”

I’m right here, baby. Icy hot arms wrapped around me from behind, curled so snugly against me that I untensed one muscle at a time.

Euphoria was running through my veins instead of blood, and his arms around me were the only thing I needed.

But I could almost swear, someone was coughing from the other room. Wet, awful, and never ending. “Is that you, Alek? Are you coughing⁠—?”

Shhh, Snow Fox, said the voice as fingers stroked my hair. Don’t worry your head. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.

The drugs in my system were weighing me down as the coughing dimmed more and more into the distance. I let my eyelids drift shut, sleep darkening my vision as he held me tight in a blazing warmth that folded all around me until it didn’t even feel like a floor I was lying upon. It was like I was suspended, floating in balmy oil and sweet darkness.

Sleep, beautiful human, a demonic voice whispered inside my skull. Sleep.

The sting of something cold touched my forehead.

It was almost as if I’d been kissed by a ghost.

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Pain.

It lanced down my throat, startling me awake.

The cough that poured from me was staggering. It was mind-fucking, and I curled into myself, the agony inside my body nearly too much to wrap my head around.

My throat was bleeding, literally, torn to ribbons by all the coughing and agonizing enough for me to squeeze my eyes shut as I tried to slowly and carefully swallow.