Page 81 of Bedeviled

A fire has lit in my blood. I want him, and though I’m nervous about the lack of protection, I’m also perversely excited.

Memnon lifts me up, setting me on the counter, then kneels at my feet. Spreading my thighs apart, he leans in, his mouth gentle as it meets my sensitive flesh.

I suck in a breath, and my fingers find his hair. Memnon is kissing me slowly, his teeth grazing against my clit.

“I know what you’re doing,” I murmur.

Yes, well, I got hungry, he responds.

My toes curl at his words, and I bite back a laugh that turns into a moan when his tongue meets my clit.

“You’re trying to ease me, like I’m one of your restless horses.”

This is decidedly not how I ease my steeds, Selene.

This time I do laugh out loud, even as Memnon rises back up and lifts me from the counter. He leans my back against the bathroom wall.

It’s only then, with my wetness slick on his lips and the head of his cock pressing at my entrance that my laughter dies away.

I tense a fraction.

“Relax, little witch, relax for me.”

This is definitely the voice he uses with skittish horses.

And damn him, but it’s working. I feel my body loosen, and he must sense it too because slowly, slowly he lowers me onto his cock. I gasp as I feel the glorious, intrusive pressure of his dick as it breaches my opening then stretches out my inner walls.

“Good woman,” he breathes.

My skin pricks at his praise.

It seems to take a small eternity for him to fully seat himself. Once he finally does, he exhales softly. His magic is there, wrapping around me and holding me against him so that the sorcerer can brush the hair back from my face.

“I’ve got you, Selene,” he says, his touch lingering. “I’ve always got you. Even with this—especially with this.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. I don’t want to think about my own choices.

Memnon must sense it because he says softly, “Look at me, Empress, and I’ll do as you command.”

Biting my lower lip, I open my eyes. He’s there, all around me, in me, peering down at me like I’m some great revelation.

“I think you should just finish as fast as possible,” I say. Maybe once that happens, I won’t be so worried.

Memnon laughs low, the action tugging on that rakish scar. “I plan on dragging this out until I have you begging me to come inside you,” he says. “How long that takes is entirely up to you.”

He grasps my neck, pinning me in place, then dips his head to suck on one of my nipples.

I gasp, arching into him. He groans as he feels me tighten around his dick.

Memnon releases my breast so he can glance down between us as he begins to thrust, the movements shallow and slow to allow my body to further adjust to the size of him.

“Look at that pretty little pussy of yours, taking my cock so well,” he croons. “You may not want my cum, but it does.”

I cover his mouth.

He laughs again, this time less ominously, and I drop my hand just so I can take in the way his laughter lights up his face. Slowly, his smile falls away. He crowds in a little closer.

“Hold on,” he breathes against my ear.