Page 112 of Satan's Priest


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He leaned into my touch and slowly blinked. “Last night. You were already asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

He huffed a laugh. “Oh.”

We watched each other, not saying what was really on our minds. He shifted and pushed himself up on his elbow, his body pressed to my side. I sucked in a breath when I felt his hard length against my hip.

“Are you . . .?” I trailed off.

“Yeah.” He raised an eyebrow in question, wanting to know if I was game.

I checked to see if Lucien was still asleep.

“He won’t mind,” Daiman whispered into my ear. He trailed kisses along my jaw, then continued down my throat.

I shuddered and wound my arms around his neck. “I don’t know if I can be quiet.”

Daiman chuckled and pressed his lips to mine, still grinning. “I’m planning on that.”

“You want to wake him up?” I gasped.

He cupped my throat with his huge hand, gently squeezing his fingers. He could easily cut off airflow and even crush my windpipe, but he would never hurt me that way.

“Do you want him to join?” He kissed my cheek and caught my earlobe between his teeth. A tiny moan slipped past my lips, and I arched into him, grinding my core against his hard dick.

“I don’t mind, but . . .” I breathed harder as he slipped his erection between my pussy lips, fucking them and rubbing against my clit with the piercings under his shaft. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as zaps of pleasure shot through my body. “Fuck. Just fuck me.”

Daiman chuckled. The sound vibrated against me, and we rocked together. He cupped my cunt, then curled two fingers and swept them up my folds.

“You’re already wet,” he growled.

“I had a good dream,” I breathed.

He snarled and shifted, and in the next breath, the fat head of his dick pressed outside of my entrance. I cried out, unable to stay quiet as he thrust into me, only getting in halfway before he pulled out and slammed all the way in. Our hips smacked against each other, and I arched my back, digging my heels into his ass to push him deeper inside me.

Daiman moved slowly at first, but he made sure to hit as deep as he could until pain arced through my limbs. Our flesh slapped together, and the headboard knocked against the wall.

I turned my head, ensuring Lucien was still asleep. My eyes widened when I found him facing us, elbow resting on his pillow and his hand cupping his cheek. He watched as Daiman fucked me, his face unreadable, but his eyes . . . Oh, god, his eyes held hunger.

My toes curled as Daiman slammed into me, chuckling at the face I made now that I knew we’d been caught. Lucien didn’t look the least bit upset about being woken up.

“Oh fuck, Daiman,” I cried.

He moved his hands beside my head on the pillow and grunted with each stroke. The force of it pushed me back until the crown of my head knocked against the banging headboard.

“Ohhh, angel. You weren’t just wet for me.”

I opened my eyes and watched as he leaned on one hand and brought the other in front of us. Blood coated his fingers, and we stared at each other as he brought them to his lips and licked them.

My jaw fell open.

I started my period, and holy fuck, Daiman was tasting it. How was I on my period again after I’d just had it?

His eyes narrowed, and he grunted, fucking me harder as he cleaned off the last bit of blood from his digits. The corners of his lips curled as he rested his palm next to my head, his hips driving faster.

I rapidly shook my head, but all the fight in me died as he used his powers to force me to orgasm. I arched my back, screaming and clawing at the pillow beneath my head.

Daiman’s dick throbbed, swelling thicker, and warmth flooded into me. Naturally, I grabbed onto his energy and our bond, feeding from him and relieving the pain in him from being too full of all that yummy energy.

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