Page 162 of Problematic

“Why?”

Her eyes opened, pink and burning now, mouth swollen, cheeks flushed, body tense beneath mine.

“Because you can take it,” she whispered.

“No.” I pulled the toy away slightly.

She made a furious little sound, and it nearly killed me.

“Because I’m yours.”

I pressed it back where she needed it, and she came undone under me. I was so turned on I nearly came with her. Lucky for me, I held myself together.

Scary demon lord reputation preserved.

Her body trembled through the aftershocks. I kept the toy there until she whimpered, then pulled it away before pleasure crossed into pain.

This was only the start. I wanted to make her come so many times my body became the first thing her hunger remembered. I wanted her filled, leaking with my lust for her. The animalistic part of me wanted her carrying my child by the end of the night.

That part of me had never reared its ugly head before, but now that the thought had entered my brain, it sounded reasonable. The thought made me harder than I had ever been in my life.

I needed to come.

Now.

I wasn’t going to last like this.

I threw the vibrator across the room.

Liv startled. “Wasn’t that expensive?”

“Yes.”

I gripped her thighs and dragged her bare pussy down to my hips. This was pure instinct, lust, jealousy. The part of me that would howl in the night if I ever let it off its leash. I lined myself up and drove in deep.

Her power flooded my body, pushing my mind over the edge. She was losing control, and I had lost all sense the moment I imagined her carrying my child.

The bed hit the wall. Her legs locked around me. Her tail curled around my thigh. If I survived this night, I deserved a medal or a psychiatric evaluation.

I pounded into her, each thrust rougher than the last, wet skin and broken sounds filling the room. Her eyes glowed brighter. Pink light spilled across her cheeks. Her mouth opened around a moan that made my hips turn savage.

“Deeper?” I asked.

She nodded fast.

“Say it, baby. Say you know who feeds you. Say you know who this pretty cunt belongs to when it aches. Say you know I will crawl through blood to get back inside you before I let you starve again.”

She shook beneath me, too far gone, eyes glowing, throat flushed, fingers clawing at my shoulders.

I gripped her hips for a better hold and moved her body in time with my thrusts. Her power ripped into me, shredding my aura like the first night.

“Say it.”

“You. I’m yours.” Her words came out begging, broken between pants.

I pushed in deep and held there, grinding into her until her breath shattered. Her power latched onto my life force with claws that had no intention of releasing me, and I welcomed every violent pull.

“Take it,” I growled. “Take all of it. Drain me if you need to. Ruin me if it makes the hunger quiet.”