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“Mmm, be careful, baby,” I whisper over her lips. “Your wrist …”
She interrupts me by hungrily taking my mouth, opening her own wide to plunge her tongue in and explore mine ravenously. I smile as I oblige her, my hands running up and down her body eagerly.
“I’m okay, Sys,” she whispers, sultry and sexy, into my open mouth. “I can’t resist you. I refuse to anymore.”
Her voice is dusky, moving over me like smoke. She is a luscious, glorious witch who has me under her loving spell and always will until the end of time.
I chose to trust her yet still pay attention to her swollen hand. I move my mouth to her chin, neck, and chest, tearing madly at the button-up dress she wears. The buttons pop off with great force, and Lana laughs as her breasts emerge, having been suffocated from being restrained under her bra.
I cup them both in my upper hands, still using the lower ones to wander the inside of her thighs. She pushes herself up to me, a wonderfully writhing beauty, as I tease the sensitive spots approaching her soft folds.
“Ohhh, you’re so mean,” she whimpers.
I smirk, bringing my mouth to her nipples, one by one. They turn hard and erect in my mouth as I suck on them, popping each out with a scandalously wet sound that makes Lana groan.
“I am going to savor every bit of you,” I whisper, still teasing her breast. “You are going to feel every single inch of my love.”
Lana bites her lip with anticipation, her eyes blazing with fires of desire.
“I am counting on it,” she whimpers.
TWENTY-TWO
LANA
I am astounded by my love for Systorak, the demon who was meant to capture me as the means of my destruction. My entire body vibrates with passion, an unhinged expression of need and excitement, a willingness to let go of everything that has hurt me in the past.
All for Systorak. I want to let go, to feel the power of his love transcend through the sensual touch of our unique bodies.
I don’t even notice the throbbing pain in my wrist as he moves his talented mouth down my aching frame. I feel every movement of his soft lips and the lapping of his wet tongue as he takes my nipples into his mouth, and my breath catches in my throat. His lips curl up as I push my chest out, a writhing possessed demon myself.
“Oh, yes, baby,” I croon. “God, that feels so good.”
I relish in the suction of his mouth while his second set of hands pushes my underwear aside, locating my pulsing clit with two magnificent fingers. I cry out his name as he applies pressure to my nub at the crest of my mound, then moves them down over my lower lips with the most erotic ease I have ever experienced.
My eyes roll back as pleasure soars through me. He returns to the crest, moving his fingers in circles, using the other hand to hold the lips open, slowly sliding his fingers inside me.
“Fuck, Sys,” I whimper.
He is continuously sucking on my tits as he penetrates me with his fingers, which are also thick, just like his glorious cock. At the same time, he massages my throbbing clit with expert force, and the room begins to spin.
My jaw tightens as my back arches off the bed, a woman being exorcised, except in the most gratifying way possible. Between the sound of his strong fingers thrusting inside my pussy, my release cascading all over his digits, electricity surging between my tits like an electric storm, and the spark of nerves spreading out from my clit, I wonder if I am going to survive this cataclysmic event.
But what a fucking way to go.
“Oh, Sys! I’m going to split in half!”
I barely hear my own voice as I whimper, morphing into a mere puddle of sensation as my climax approaches. Systorak has gone rabid over my body, pushing both my breasts together and sucking insanely fast, thrusting with a velocity I can barely handle. I buck against him, lost completely in the haze of my need, and welcoming my body into the ether of mystical indulgence.
I nearly black out when the orgasm finally arrives; after having been built up so high, it goes off like a damn bursting. My mouth opens, and I cry out something inhuman, something ear-splitting, something desperate and vulnerable. I feel like my body is floating off the bed as Systorak follows my cues, continuously sucking, thrusting, and rubbing until it all becomes too sensitive to handle.
“Fuck!”
Once my muscles stop tensing and the climax finally fades, I flop flat onto the bed, spread across it as I go limp.
I moan and pant like I just ran a marathon, a wash of infinite gratitude moving through me rather than shame and resistance. That is the power Systorak has over me … the power of love.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, the outline in my peripheral vision, sitting up between my legs. “You are so, so, unbelievably beautiful, Lana.”
