Page 60 of Bedeviled

Goddess, but his voice is downright spooky like that. Tell me why my core clenches at the sound of it.

He squeezes my hips, then resumes the merciless pace he had in the shower.

You’re mine, little witch. Mine to do with as I please.

Hardly.

No, I protest. I might be a fool for him, but even I have my limits.

I feel his sadistic little smile rather than see it.

Fine, he concedes, to do with as you please.

I can barely keep up with his punishing strokes. I’m gasping and chanting his name, and I can feel my climax drawing closer and closer.

“Come for me,” he growls in that unearthly tone.

I swear his words must be an incantation because no sooner has he uttered them than my orgasm swells then crashes through me.

I cry out, gripping the bed uselessly.

Behind me, Memnon laughs like the maniacal bastard he is.

My climax hasn’t fully subsided when Memnon pulls out and drapes himself along his bed only to drag me back down on top of him, his cock reseating itself in a fluid thrust.

I stare down at him. He’s luminous, otherworldly like this, his indigo magic swirling out of him, his eyes glowing and his hair twisting. And in this position, the power dynamic shifts, placing me in control.

I begin to move, watching those glowing eyes.

I lean over him. “Memnon, my Memnon.”

I trail my fingers over his face, then brush kisses along his cheek, then his nose, then his chin. This sort of intimacy is still new to me, but I cautiously try it out. All the while I roll my hips, forcing the pace between us to slow down until it’s languid, decadent. Slow enough to savor and enjoy without the franticness that drove him up until now.

I stare into those eyes that appear unseeing but track me all the same.

His grip tightens as he watches me, and he catches my lips.

My queen, my wife, my Roxi, my Selene.

Down our bond, I finally, finally sense something loosen in him. His grip on my hips relaxes as his hair settles and his eyes dim back to their normal smokey bourbon color.

Then those hands of his tighten all over again.

Selene?

His gaze is loving, but then, it seems to crumble as he stares at me.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

My brows pull together. “About what?” I’m still moving against him.

Memnon draws in a deep breath, his eyes pinching shut. “My power. I lost control, even when it came to you.”

I see him swallow.

I drape myself over his inked torso and rest my chin on my hands as I stare up at the planes of his face, letting his cock slide out of me.

“I lost control on Samhain⁠—”