Page 28 of Prince Of Sloth

“After I convinced my princely brothers that I was useless, I gave up my crown. There was no worth in my name so I chose a new one that would bring me power in ways no other demon had done before.” She watched me from her side of the bed with her eyes glinting in the evening light. “I was loved. Admired. Worshiped by millions of fans for over a decade. It was more of a thrill than I’d ever gotten through my true name. But all mortal things must come to an end.”

She hadn’t forgiven me or accepted everything I said, but I didn’t expect her to yet. I would have a lifetime to earn her deepest trust.

After hours of deep conversation broken up by questions about impossible things and contemplative silences, she finally fell asleep. She placed a wall of pillows between us, and I allowed her the small show of power. Her soul belonged to me, and though she was angry now, her body would not deny the connection we shared for long.

Sleep didn’t find her easily. More than once she’d woken up from a nightmare of the terror she’d lived through. I’d finally had enough when she woke up screaming my name and begging for me to not leave her. I scooped her into my side and felt her melt into me. Where she belonged.

When she settled, I watched headlights dance across the ceiling for hours and listened to her breathe. The sound of her heart beating in her chest soothed the final aches of my body while it mended during the darkest hours of the night.

I’d almost lost her in the church and again when we’d gotten to safety. The wall she’d built around herself was just as impenetrable as the book she’d kept between us. In the end, something I said garnered a small crack and such a small gesture had ensorcelled me fully.

Her hand on my stomach twitched and then clung to my shirt. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been a comfort to any being. My existence had been filled with consumption and freedom from the ties of hearts. I could fulfill any bodily desire with ease, but to pour into someone’s soul and be anything but untenable was new territory.

Pru saw something in me worth killing for. The woman had seen me crumble and without a second thought impaled a man to save my life. Sure, she’d been a fan of Ezra St. Croix at first. I’d been as much of a conquest for her as she’d been for me the first night we met, but when her soul became mine, I’d felt the spark of something new. Claiming her in a moment of so much trust had ignited a craving that we would be condemned to for eternity.

The madness of not being able to find her was my own Hell, and walking into that church to see her in danger because of my enemy had both made me weak and enforced my reason to survive.

Her voice was salvific. The breath in her lungs was my new divinity.

I’d fought to stay. And I’d spend the rest of our days together thanking her for leading me home.

I reached down and brought her palm to my lips, then I gently rolled her onto her back. She whimpered in her shallow sleep, reaching out for my shoulders to bring me closer. Her hips adjusted and opened for me to settle between. My hard cock pressed against her center, her panties and my briefs sliding over our skin.

“Ezra . . . ,” she whispered sleepily.

I lowered myself over her, framing her face with my arms. My skin tingled as she dragged her nails down my back and under my shirt. Our bodies ached to be as close as possible. I kissed her softly until she started to grind her hips, searching for what she craved. My tongue traced her perfect lips, mouthing pleas of relief.

The wantonness in her voice made my cock pulse.

I trailed my tongue over her jaw, to her neck, then pulled the collar of her T-shirt down to pull at the swell of her breast with my teeth. She gasped and arched her back, and I rocked my hips harder against her begging clit. The balls of my piercings rubbed over her nerves, and she bit her lip to quiet her moans, but I needed to hear her pleasure.

My ravenous soul demanded it as sacrifice for the world I was willing to burn down for her. For the miles of broken glass I would crawl through and the sins I would bleed to watch her come with my name on her tongue.

I pushed up her loose shirt and took her hard nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth until she hissed. Then, with wide strokes, I soothed her until I was sure her nails would pierce my skin if I didn’t stop.

“Fuck, Ezra.”

My tongue dipped into the valley between her breasts and my hand slipped into her soaked panties. I plunged two fingers inside of her and pumped until she was writhing beneath me.

“Say my name, beautiful,” I said into the heat of her skin.

“Gaap.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Oh please, Gaap. Fuck me.”

My eyes rolled in ecstasy. Neither of us was prepared for what her request would unleash.

I pulled my cock out and gave it one preparatory stroke before sliding her panties aside. She was so wet for me but still gasped when I thrust deep. Her pussy clenched around me as she stretched, and my mouth watered.

My hand gripped the sheets around the halo of her hair, and I used the angle to fuck her until her knees were shaking at my waist. Each blow brought us closer to the edge of the storm building between her thighs. I could feel my own climax coming too fast, but I couldn’t stop. I needed to be deeper.

I scooped my arm under her ass and tilted her into me to hit that spot I knew she needed. And as the tension became almost unbearable, she cried out my true name and her walls gripped and released around my shaft. My body convulsed, and I gritted her name through my teeth as I filled her.

Breathless, I collapsed onto her chest. She sank her fingers into my hair and held my head close to her chest. Her racing heart was my reward for serving her so thoroughly.

I was hers. She was mine.