Page 17 of Spring's Descent
“Do the other witches know what a dirty girl you are?” He dragged his nose up the slope of my neck, the tip of his tongue licking the soft spot along my collarbone. “What would they think if they saw you right now, trembling with need for me?”
Shame burned through me, only increasing the delicious heat growing low in my belly.
Sex wasn’t foreign to me, but my dalliances had been short and fairly basic. I doubted the word ‘basic’ was ever used to describe the demon before me. No… sex with him was guaranteed to be life altering—something I would never recover from.
With a snap of his fingers, the gag was removed, only to be replaced with the pad of his thumb dragging down my bottom lip. My tongue lashed out of its own volition, capturing the tip as my lips closed around him.
He tasted like frost and darkness. Like the coldest, purest parts of night had condensed into the epitome of wickedness.
“Youdolook delicious, little witch.” His low chuckle jerked me back to reality. “And so eager for a taste of me.”
I snapped my teeth closed, attempting to bite him, but he’d already stepped back. Looking me over with renewed interest, he circled me, completely ignoring the livid glare I shot his way. After a long moment, he spoke.
“That is the river Lethe. One drink and every memory you’ve ever had would have been wiped clean. These lands aren’t safe.We need to leave as soon as possible, which would be a lot easier if you weren’t attempting to throw yourself into a cursed river.”
My eyes widened as my gaze flicked to the yellow shores. Gods, if one drop of that water had entered my mouth I would’ve turned into a shell of a person. And this demon holding me in the grips of his shadow magic… had saved me.
“Why?” I asked, keeping my voice steady as I looked for any flicker of deceit on his beautiful face. “Even if my mind was turned to mush, you still could have fed from me. It would have been easier.”
“Yes,” he answered, tilting his head to the side. His knuckles drifted over the laces of my corset, the fraying tethers barely managing to keep the panels closed. “I could have taken you the moment I saw you running through the forest.”
A question was poised on the tip of my tongue, ready to demand answers, but his fingers dipped beneath the ties and pulled, snapping the remaining threads of my corset with a swift yank.
My breasts heaved as what remained of the corset fell to the ground, leaving me in nothing but tatters of my destroyed gown and the golden chain around my neck. A tingling had started in my fingers from being suspended for so long, and my back ached from the angle I was forced into, but my nipples hardened all the same, the thin material doing little to conceal me from his hungry stare.
It’s just demon magic, I told myself, stifling a moan as his shadows teased.
“Would you have liked that?” Shadows were replaced by his hands, pinching and twisting my nipples before he pressed a kiss to the sore tips through the thin fabric. I whimpered under his touch, embarrassed that I’d been reduced to nothing but a demon’s plaything. I felt his lips twitch into a knowing smile.
“I think you would have.” His hand drifted down as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers slipping under the hem of my dress. “I think you wanted me to catch you. I think you would’ve enjoyed every moment of me spreading your legs and fucking you for all to see.”
Heat pooled between my thighs under the soft caress of his voice, so at odds with his sinful words. I squeezed my thighs together, attempting to hide just how much this game of his turned me on, but his dark shadows pulled them apart, allowing his fingers to slide between me.
“Such a dirty girl,” he praised as his fingers slipped inside.
I moaned as my heart raced, the frantic tempo thundering in my ears. I should be fighting, doing everything I could to escape. This was the most frightened I’d ever been, the most desperate and humiliated… but I’d never felt more alive.
Undulating my hips, I ground my body against his palm, moaning as I found the friction I’d been craving. He let me fuck his fingers, bouncing on him as his shadows held me spread for him to see. Tendrils of darkness pinched and teased my nipples as more of his darkness wrapped around my neck, filling my mouth.
It felt like he was everywhere. A third finger joined the others, stretching me as I teetered on the edge of explosion. “Just like that, little witch.”
My whimpers were muffled by the shadows thrusting down my throat. My pussy clenched his fingers as I swallowed around the fullness in my mouth, but he withdrew before I found release.
A dark chuckle heated my ear as he stepped back. “And here I was thinking I’d have to kill you after the wedding.”
My eyes snapped open. Ice flooded my veins, clashing with the need to come.
“Don’t worry,” he said, pressing one last kiss to my forehead. “You might just have what it takes to survive the binding ceremony and become what you were always meant to be.”
I swallowed around the lump in my throat, pushing the want humming in my body down to meet his gaze.
“And what am I meant to be?”
His blue eyes darkened as he brought his fingers still slick with my desire to his mouth. I watched as he licked them clean, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Queen of The Underworld.”
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