Page 77 of Fated to the Demon Lord

His tail brushed my leg, slowly sliding up to my thigh in a soft, gentle caress. Then he leaned forward.

He faded into me.

His presence enveloped me, a dark caress in my thoughts when he spoke. Give in, Denara. Give me every part of you.

I give you all of myself, my lord. I surrendered as he took possession of my mind, my body, and my entire being.

That’s a good girl, he murmured as he slipped even deeper inside me.

He lifted my hands and stroked my breasts, dirt and pine covering my skin while he stroked them along my stomach. He was possessing me—making me touch my own body. Each movement, each caress was completely him. My body was his. I couldn’t stop him, and I didn’t want to. He wiped my hands on my dress, then dug them under my skirt. Taking his time, he ran my cold fingers over my clit before plunging them deep inside of me.

The coldness against my heat was like frost meeting embers in a wild collision of pressure.

Shit…oh gods…

Yes, human. Yes, I feel you, Vaelor purred. I will chase your pleasure and you will come.

I beg you, my lord.

It was my hand, but he controlled every aspect. He curled my fingers inside me, he thrust them, the warmth of my wetness gathering on them.

And yet it was my gratification he chased. He dragged my fingertips up over my clit in slow, agonizing circles, toying with it, pressing harder and harder until he worked me into a frenzy.

My body writhed. I didn’t know if it was him or an involuntary reaction as my ecstasy built.

My pleasure, his pleasure, our pleasure.

Shit, Denara. Is this how it feels for you? Vaelor’s voice raged in my mind.

My lord, don’t stop, I beg of you, don’t stop.

Our hand moved faster, drawing it out, chasing that high as he adjusted right where I needed him to. Our back arched, as an uncontrolled groan escaped us.

That’s right, little human, my pleasure and your pleasure are the same.

All of it was him and me and us, and the burning built and built, coldness and heat, longing and lust, control and surrender driving us over the edge together. A whiteness flashed in my vision, and I drew in a gasp as everything careened into an untamed release.

I panted as I tried to regain my breath.

Gods Denara, Vaelor rumbled in my mind. That was… gods.

But he hadn’t removed his hand from between my legs. He continued to rub.

What are you⁠—

You said you wished for me to make you scream. You haven’t screamed yet.

And he didn’t relent. My hand was sore and my body was raging, but he didn’t let me stop. The ache built stronger, higher.

He faded out of me and appeared over me, his hands on either side of my head. My own hand stilled. I looked at him in confused rage.

He didn’t dare deny me again.

As if he had read my mind, he chuckled and drew my hand away from my center. “Do not worry, human. I said I’d make you scream, and after all, I am a demon of honor.” He leaned down, and I let out a sudden noise as he moved his face into my most sensitive spot. He slid his tongue up it, nipped at it with his teeth. I clutched his horns as a loud moan came out of me as he pressed harder.

He reached up and grabbed my wrist, pressing it to my lip. “Keep that mouth covered,” he murmured. “I’m almost there.”

We were too close to the celebration, and my noises were only growing louder.