He kissed me again, ragged and desperate, then shoved against me harder and growled into my mouth. His tongue thrust in time with his hips.
“What were you dreaming about earlier?” he asked, pushing my legs away and going for my pants. “The demon made you have an erotic dream. What were you dreaming about?” He yanked the button away and pushed down the zipper. I spread my legs in desperation.
“Let me have my hands,” I begged. “I want to get at your cock.”
“What were you dreaming about?” he insisted.
He shoved one side of my pants down before the other, managing it with one hand.
I struggled to get my hands free. “Let me get at your cock. I want you to force that big dick all the way down my throat, then flip me over and ram it deep into my pussy.”
“I will not fuck you, Finley, no matter how much I want to. I will not be the ruin of you.”
It almost sounded like he was begging me to understand.
“The best I can do is pleasure you,” he said. He dug his hand into my pants and between my thighs.
My mouth dropped open as his fingers traced along my panty line. The world paused as he dipped a finger in. Hungry chills spread across my flesh.
“Yes,” I whispered, widening my legs for him. “I mean…” I raised my voice. “No, please, no. Not yet. Or ever.”
My eyes fluttered as one finger slowly ran along my slick folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled. He dipped his finger in before rubbing my wetness against my clit. “I’m going to make you come for me, princess.”
My movements were reduced to little jerks of pleasure as he returned to my pussy and threaded in two fingers.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t think of any other name but mine.”
He kissed me, pushing his tongue inside. His thumb massaged my clit as he started finger-fucking me, hard and fast.
I groaned, gyrating with him, my senses on overload.
“Tell me what you were dreaming about,” he commanded, his power blistering through me. My hard, bared nipple rubbed against his chest. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy, his thumb circling my clit.
“You,” I admitted with a cry of pleasure, my body impossibly wound up. His fingers slammed through my wetness. “I was dreaming about you fucking me. I want you to fuck me. So bad. So hard.”
He growled, and his whole arm was moving now with delicious roughness. I spread my legs and arched, giving him as much access as my pants would allow. His thumb massaged. I was right on the edge, just…about…
“Well, my goodness, what is this?” a voice said.
Nyfain’s animal surged aggressively, the feeling like a string yanking on my middle. Fire soaked my already heated body as my animal tried to push up as well. I forced her down lest she get me into trouble, and Nyfain ripped his hand from my pants. He yanked me away from the tree and crushed me to his side possessively.
I let out an anguished cry, and I was not acting.
11
“Tsk, tsk, Nyfain,” cooed the demon, the same guy that we’d seen at the bottom of the stairs. He had followed us out. “When you need to restrain your love interests, it means they aren’t having a very good time. Or maybe you think you can sex your way into her good graces? That is very demonic of you.”
Once again, I bit back a snarky response. But honestly, did he really think the sounds coming out of me as I barreled toward orgasm suggested I wasn’t having a good time? Did he never get women off?
Instead, I clutched Nyfain like the damsel I was trying to be, attempting an expression of uncertainty and fear. I probably looked like I’d smelled something sour. And with the stench of this demon hanging around, it wasn’t far off.
“What do you want?” Nyfain asked.
“Oh, nothing,” the demon replied with a grin. “I was just coming out to see if your lady wanted to sample another flavor. Like me, for instance. I can show her a good time without any need for restraints.”
Nyfain’s body tensed, and his fingers pressed into my flesh aggressively. He turned and yanked my pants up before fastening them gently and ensuring my shirt covered my exposed breast. His gaze roamed my face for a moment, and he smoothed my hair away from my cheek before wrapping his arm around my body.
“She touches no one but me,” he snarled, directing me from around the tree and starting toward the castle.
“For now,” the demon said silkily.
With my binding still askew and my swollen pussy throbbing from his deliciously rough treatment, I was staggering and walking askew. My core pounded, built up to impossible heights and then left wanting. I licked my tingling lips, remembering his kiss. Spank the goddess, he was a good time when he got going.