Page 18 of Devil in Disguise


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She nodded. "Forever. Now claim what's yours, my love."

She was soft and pliable under my hands as my fingers circled her clit, coating my digits with her juices. Her breasts pressed against my chest as her tongue spared with mine for domination.

Now that she was a succubus, there was no more being careful or holding back. I could give her everything without fear of hurting her. Even when I thought I might go too far, she begged for more and tested the limits I didn’t know I even had. But I wanted her, and I would make sure she knew it every day we had together.

She moaned against my lips, her razor-sharp fangs piercing my tongue and flooding our mouths with blood. I worked my pants open with the impatience of a man drowning and trying to get to the surface. Once my cock was free, I pressed it into her folds, burying myself to the hilt in her slick, tight core.

"Eve," I whispered her name in her mouth, and she whimpered at my possessiveness. She shifted against me, nails scratching my neck and shoulders, silently willing me to move. With a smirk, I sucked her tongue, slowly drawing my hips back, only to jut them upwards again, hard and fast.

"Fuck." She growled the word and snapped at my lips.

The rawness snapped my control, and I began fucking her in earnest. We moved together, made for each other. It was rough and hard but not messy. It was beautiful. She was beautiful with her head thrown back as she rode me, clinging to my shoulders, lips parted and stained red.

"Luc … Oh, fuck … Mmmm...." She moaned as she got closer, her legs tightening around my waist while her movements grew less calculated and more needful. I wanted to feel her come, to see her come.

Pushing harder still, so fast I should have been hurting her—tearing her up—but I couldn't. We were invincible.

And then I felt that first quiver before she came. Her body went rigid and tight, her cunt spasming so hard and holding my cock deep inside her, milking my length while forcing me to follow her over the edge.

As I moaned her name, my head fell on her shoulder, and my arms wound tightly around her slight frame. Calmness and pleasure met, satiating the hunger that had been inside of me for so long.

"I love you, little dove—my queen—my Eve."

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