Page 76 of Fated to the Demon Lord

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, as his hips churned, thrusting against me again and again.

My body was alive, melting. I… shit. What did he say? A virgin? I shook my head.

“Good.” He was driving me wild each time he rubbed his cock on me. “You have an idea of what you deserve.”

I actually didn’t. All I had was one awkward experience with the tavern boy. Vaelor was already eliciting far more pleasure from me than the tavern boy ever had.

He pressed harder, and I gasped. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel him. The ecstasy that was building. I sucked in breath after breath, unable to contain the molten heat, the sparking ache that had bloomed into something uncontrollable. I threw my head to the sky, a cry on my lips. Oh, gods…gods.

He faded, dropping me to the ground.

I fell onto my hands and knees. He stood in front of me, looking down with such hunger. My body pulsed with need. Shit. What was he doing?

He vanished, and his frigid air permeated me, trickling into my mouth like a fine current. Every part of me alighted as he moved through me. The coldness created an icy fire spreading downward through my veins. And then I cried out as the iciness slipped out between my legs, revealing the intense sensitivity—the deep ache craving to be satisfied.

When he coalesced into being, he stood away from me. He’d removed his clothes and lingered there, bare. The planes of his sculpted chest and stomach were toned and defined, while the muscles in his arms bulged from his clenched fists. The long, hard cock between his legs was big. I wasn’t aware cocks came that large. The space between my own legs ached with longing.

Gods, he was more gorgeous than any male I’d ever beheld. How I wanted him. He gazed at me, breathing hard, his glowing eyes raging with a deep ravenousness. I breathed. I was so close. So close to reaching that pinnacle…

And he was just going to stop and stare at me?

“You… bastard,” I gasped.

His dark chuckle only strengthened my need. Something moved behind him. Something thin and long. Shit. Did Vaelor have a tail hidden in his pants this entire time?

“Come to me, Denara.” He let out a low growl as his tail whipped back and forth like a snake. “Crawl.”

“Bastard,” I whispered again. But I’d asked him to drag it out—to make me want him. And fuck. The way my body screamed for release. Each demand, each raw command was doing just that.

I slid my hands forward across the forest floor. Pine needles pricked at my palms, and the folds of my dress dragged through the dirt. There would be no doubt afterward about what Vaelor and I had been up to. Perhaps that was his intention. Perhaps he wanted everyone to know that I willingly let him take me.

And I didn’t care.

He stood there, his gaze burning with open darkness as I made my way to him on my hands and knees. “What is it you desire me to do to you? Tell me.”

“I want…” I panted as I dragged myself forward, inch by inch. “Your hands on my body…you…driving me insane… making me scream.”

His lip curled, and something dark and demanding lingered in his eyes. “Beg.”

I wanted to hate him, but he had an unsettling control over me. I’d do whatever he wished. Nothing was out of bounds when he looked at me like that.

“Please,” I gasped.

“More.”

“Please,” I moaned as I crawled forward. My body was burning, wetness coating my thighs, my ache uncontainable. I moaned again. “Take me, and I will be anything you desire.”

Vaelor’s eyes glowed with the intensity of a thousand burning stars. I saw the consuming yearning, the insatiable need, and my own thoughts turned dark.

When I reached him, I grabbed his legs and pressed my face to his hardness. “I am yours, my lord.” My voice came out lusting and depraved. Ever so slowly, I dragged my tongue along the length of his cock.

“Fuck,” he snarled as he lost his footing a little.

I wrapped my hand around his thickness and pushed his sensitive tip to the back of my tongue and then moved it across my taste buds. I flicked my tongue over it one more time and looked up into his face. “Please, my lord.”

He grabbed me and pinned me against the ground. His raging desire sparked both fear and want. What would he do to me? I didn’t know, but I longed for it.

If he shredded me to pieces, I’d let him.