Page 40 of Her Demon Mate


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“Oh, gods!” Elia grips my horns and tries to squirm away from me as she whimpers and whines pathetically.

As if I’m going to allow her to get away.

I stroke her faster and faster, my hand moving quickly as I continue to suck on her clit and lick the folds of her pussy.

I only stop when I can sense her first climax coming on. She has started sobbing and thrashing around, so I pull away.

“No!” She screams her protest, but I am already thrusting into her wet warmth and she is arching her back, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh, gods! Oh, gods! Azron!” Elia saying my name only inflames something inside me, urging me on.

Suddenly, an image of Elia’s stubborn face from earlier, before I kissed her, floats in front of my vision.

I start thrusting into her more quickly, harder, faster, and almost mercilessly.

I know she must be experiencing some pain, so I try to slow down, but she simply wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her.

“Please.” She is barely audible as our bodies smack together. “Don’t stop. Do it harder.”

She continues to beg me for the pain. She begs me to hurt her, and I do it, letting go completely.

My vision, I have realized, is tinged with red, and when I look down, it seems that Elia’s body is outlined with flames.

I let out a growl and smoke curls from my nostrils. I lean forward, one hand on the bed to brace myself while the other hand goes to her throat.

I pin her to the bed by her throat, and her head falls backwards, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth hanging open.

“You like this?” I find myself talking, something I have never done during sex before.

“You like it hard? You like it when I hurt you?” I loosen my grip around her throat, and she nods.

“Yes.” She breathes the word. “Please,” she is almost mewling, and I let go of her throat completely and press my entire body weight down on hers. “Please, don’t stop.”

I slow down, rocking my hips back and forth, and all I can hear is the sound of our bodies moving together and the wet sounds of our arousal.

Slowing down seems to trigger something in Elia because her body tightens, trembling, and she explodes. Her back arches and her mouth hangs open in a silent scream, and I cannot stop the growl from escaping me as her pussy spasms around my cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She is sobbing through her climax, her hands around my neck, her fingers clawing at my back.

And that, her face twisted in agonized pleasure, her body tight around me, her nails driving painfully into my back, is what tips me over the edge of my climax.

Calling it an explosion would be understating it. Pleasure ripples from my core as I spill inside her and spreads throughout my body in waves.

I collapse on her, but Elia doesn’t push me off. In fact, she is still clinging to me.

And that is how we fall asleep. Clinging onto one another, so intertwined that I don’t know where she ends and I begin.

19

ELIA

Iawake gently out of sleep. Absent is the usual desire to close my eyes for more. I feel well-rested and energetic as I prop myself up in bed. I pull the velvety soft sheets up to my chest, gazing out the window as I do so.

I marvel at how beautiful the sky looks this morning, its color an appealing shade of red between the light of midday and the night crimson.

Only as I relish in the comfort of this bed do I finally realize it is not my own, having been caught in a post-wake haze.Of course, it isn’t mine, this is far better than the brick of a mattress I have at home.

I peer slowly to the right, expecting to see a wide-awake Azron looking my way. Luckily, he is still asleep. His chest gently rises and falls with every breath he takes.

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