REINA
His bedroom wasn’t exactlywhat I expected, but I hadn’t considered what to expect from a demon’s bedroom. It was elegantly decorated, dark colors and soft fabrics filling the space. The rug under my feet felt like a cloud with every step I took. After arriving from City Hall, the demons began a celebration of debauchery that only reminded me exactly what I’d signed up for.
As they indulged in all the vices, Santino watched me heatedly across the room. We still hadn’t kissed since this morning, and the sensation of his lips on mine now continued to burn until I couldn’t resist it anymore.
I left the room when the demons brought in other humans to join the party, bewitching them with their devilish powers. I wasn’t quite ready to watch how his brothers and sisters tormented and tortured. At least not on my wedding night.
As I ascended the stairs to go to my room, I made a split-second decision that found me in his bedroom now, taking it all in and coming to terms with what was about to happen.
I moved to the window and stared thoughtfully out it. The black silk and lace dress I wore was the last thing I’d pictured wearing for my wedding. It looked like I should be at an elegant funeral, yet I couldn’t help but feel sexy in it. His cousin worked magic with fabric as the dress clung to all my curves, accenting the best parts of my body. And Santino had noticed as the hunger flamed in his eyes when I walked in.
The door opened behind me, and I turned sharply, hating to be caught off guard.
“Reina,” he said as he closed the door behind him and moved into the room with a vague look of interest.
“Santino,” I returned, turning back to the window, afraid to make eye contact with him.
“What brings you to my chambers unannounced?”
“Are we not husband and wife now? Are these not my chambers now?” Our eyes met in the reflection, and Santino’s expression of interest turned to amusement as he laughed, shaking his head. He stepped closer, his chest pressed against my back as he watched me in the window.
“Are they?” His hand ghosted along my arm, not quite touching me but not far enough away that I couldn’t feel the electricity zinging between us.
“What’s yours is mine,” I whispered.
He smirked, leaning in until his mouth was right against my ear. “Everything. Even my blood.” The heat of his words made me shudder. The hand trailing gently over my arm found the ring on my finger, stroking what I thought was a ruby only to find myself peering quizzically at it. Was it? Could it be? My breathing hitched slightly as the zipper at the side of the dress slid slowly. Looking back in the reflection, his eyes narrowed as they waited for me to react.
My fingers twitched, instinct longing to stop him, but my heart only raced in my chest because it anticipated what came when that dress fell to the floor. When I didn’t stop him, he grabbed a bunch of material at my ass and tugged it, watching how the silk slithered over my chest and belly before pooling at my feet.
Santino’s eyes devoured each inch of my milky flesh revealed under the material, but my submissiveness threw him off. I could see it in his eyes.
“Are you here for sex then?” He teased me, making me burn hot with embarrassment as if this crass performance wasn’t embarrassing enough.
“Is that what you want from me?” I glanced over her shoulder at him, and there was something predatory in his gaze. It made me shiver, but not out of fear.
His hands ghosted along the curve of my exposed spine. The sensation of his fingertips, so gentle and considering, made me shiver. My attention was tuned to the closeness of his body, and the longing throbbed through me.
The danger and threat he presented were intoxicating, but more so than that, it was the extreme control he exerted over me. I could tell every little motion and movement he made was carefully calculated, and nothing was out of his control. I wanted to be the reason he was out of control. I wanted to drive him to the brink of insanity, where he pushed me every time we were alone together.
Turning slowly into his arms, I looked at him while his eyes roamed the display below him. The way he watched me was different from the devouring gaze of men before him. To Santino, I wasn’t a meal to be consumed, but I was the chef in his eyes. There was power in that role, my ability to create what he wanted also meant the ability to withhold it from him.
It was a power I hoped to use.
“To the bed,” I commanded, pressing gently against his chest to make him step away. As I suspected, he submitted, not without ensuring I understood he was doing this because I asked and not because I presented a threat. Had he ever had a woman stand up for herself in a position like this with him? I doubted it by the way he spoke of women.
Santino sat back on the bed and watched as I moved toward him, climbing into his lap.
My heart was pounding like a drum, rhythmic and tantric. What would it be like to let go of my control? I would ever be able to let myself go completely, but if I were to release the reins even a bit … The idea was intoxicating.
I paused as I settled in his lap, considering what I was willing to do or not do in a bid to release some of my control to him. Reaching out, I set my palm against the curve of his neck and traced the muscles to his chest. My eyes fluttered to meet his as I pressed my palm flat and pushed him back onto the mattress.
My hips rose slightly, settling on the tantalizing bulge between us. He was huge, and the thrill of getting it inside me made me soak through the flimsy, lace panties I wore as my wedding night lingerie. When I put it on earlier, it was intended to be used as a way to taunt him, and now I realized that subconsciously I’d known all along that I intended to have him rip them off me with his teeth at some point.
My lips finally made contact and pressed against his jugular, making him jump with excitement. My aching breasts pressed against his chest, and he growled, unable to contain the sound as it rumbled through his chest. He was rapidly losing control, and it thrilled me that I could do that to him.
My teeth brushed along the skin, bringing another jolt of pleasure to him before clipping his earlobe, teasing it into my mouth with my tongue. It was a slow dance, lapping and teasing with brushes of my teeth before I released it and moved to his jaw.
Santino couldn’t bear it anymore, bringing his hands to my waist and sliding his hands along the curves. His fingers closed around my waist as he lifted me suddenly, planting me so I straddled his head, and he flicked his tongue out, stroking it against my clit.
“Oh, fuck …” My voice quivered as his tongue lashed, encircling the throbbing bud with strokes that felt like he was going both left and right at the same time. A sharp pang went through me suddenly as he pricked my sensitive flesh with his teeth and my knees shook, threatening to give out.
My mind warred against the sensations that assaulted my body. I should push him away. I should run back to my room and lock that door until I had full control over my faculties. And yet I didn’t move. If anything, I forced my pussy harder into his mouth as his clever tongue slunk into my entrance, making me sing.
Gripping the top of his head, I rode his face as his tongue continued to whip between my clit and my cunt, driving me higher and higher. He growled as my nails scraped along his scalp, but I didn’t stop scratching and ripping as I fucked his tongue like a Dionysian.
“Fuck, Santino, fuck fuck fuck …” I could only handle the single word as he ripped an orgasm from me that felt like I was in the after waves of a nuclear bomb.