The Demon King Davian

Her pulse raced and her inner walls clutched his fingers as she savored the release—even more powerful now that she was immortal.

Eventually, Davian withdrew from her; then the head of his cock nudged her opening.

“I do enjoy how quickly you recover,” she told him.

“Plenty of inspiration and motivation, thanks to you.”

He thrust into her. Her hips rose to meet his assertive strokes, matching his quick pace.

“You feel so incredible inside me.” Jade loved how his thick cock filled her, how deeply he plunged into her, how smoothly and forcefully he pumped, pushing her right to that beautiful precipice again.

Mostly, though, she craved the intimate connection they shared. The sense of belonging to each other and wanting to give pleasure.

Davian kissed her neck as one of his hands moved between her legs and he rubbed her clit again while his cock glided along her inner walls. She felt the familiar, heady surge of desire. It still amazed her that she had an extended lifetime to experience this heated passion with her demon lover.

And he had all the right moves to push her higher and higher—then she shattered.

She cried out once more and milked him as her orgasm went on and on…until his body tensed and he erupted inside her with a satisfied groan.

And whispered in her ear, “I will never get enough of you.”

Chapter Thirty-One

The wedding date arrived three weeks later. Jade learned the nuptials were to be held near the cottage, though the specific details remained a mystery to her. She and her maid of honor, Sheena, and her bridesmaid, Lisette, gathered at the small house to help her prepare for the evening.

Jade stood in front of the full-length, oval-shaped mirror encased in rich cherry wood that Sheena had given her as a wedding present. She surveyed herself from all angles, finding the silver silk gown the perfect complement to the Star of Nathea, which Lisette had secured at her throat.

The strapless dress had a sweetheart neckline and the bodice flowed cleanly and seamlessly over her body, into an A-line skirt that flared at her feet. It was precisely as she’d imagined—sophisticated and elegant, fitting for a queen, yet simple enough to allow her stunning piece of jewelry to take center stage.

She’d pulled her raven hair up, but left long, loosely curled tendrils to cascade over her shoulders and back. Lisette accented the up ‘do with strategically placed sparkly beads that snapped onto strands of hair without the need for pins. She’d offered the glittery concept to one of Sheena’s many designers, who’d crafted the tiny enhancements.

The bridal party’s gowns were also simple and elegant, in black satin. Jade wanted nothing to diminish the radiance of the Star of Nathea. Unfortunately, Sheena was capable of stealing the show on her own.

Jade told her, “I look like I should be the maid of honor and you should be the bride.”

“You look sensational.” The striking redhead beamed at Jade’s reflection in the mirror as she stood behind her. “You just can’t acknowledge how beautiful you are, can you?”

“When standing next to you? Not in a million years. And I think I have that many to agonize over my extreme envy.”

With a soft laugh Sheena moved away. “Your groom will back me up on this.”

Butterflies took to flight in Jade’s stomach at the thought of Davian. He’d look even more magnificent than ever in his black tuxedo, she had no doubt. She was also giddy over the fact that she was actually marrying him.

Although there’d been an absurd amount of protocol preached to her about being the queen, she’d found that Davian’s biggest goal was promoting their unity. Despite her being a demi-demon and now immortal, the plight of humans was still her greatest cause and he felt it acceptable for her to continue that stance, knowing she had a comprehension of demon life as well. It was a suitable combination to further goodwill and compromise.

On this particular evening, as Sheena handed her the single, long-stemmed red rose she’d requested—a perfectly full and fragrant bloom—she considered her marriage to Davian was more than the joining of two people in love. Rather, it was symbolic and represented hope for a stronger future between the significantly different species that inhabited the same landmass.

This was additionally demonstrated when she, Sheena and Lisette left the cottage and Jade followed the winding path, dotted with red rose petals and lined with lit candles in oversized glass hurricanes, the trees dripping floral arrangements twined with silver satin ribbon that fluttered in the gentle breeze.

Jade paused at the end of the grassy trail and stared out at the humans and demons gathered on the opposite riverbank.

“The ceremony will be on the king’s side of the village’s border,” Sheena now clued her in. “And the reception will be held on your side.” She gestured to the tables and chairs set up, all spectacularly decorated.

“Perfect. And maybe someday,” Jade said, “there won’t be a border.”

The vampire nodded. “That might actually be a nice change of pace. I’d like to spend some time in Lisette’s library, and I also find the idea of your local tavern inviting.”

“It’s a very lively place. You’d enjoy it. I’ll take you there sometime.”