“Time works differently here,” he said, grabbing my ass and rocking his hips into me, letting me feel the hard press of his erection. “It doesn’t pass unless I let it.”
I met his eye. “Then don’t let it.”
With a slow nod, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and then my dress was just...gone.
I gasped, looking down at my lingerie clad body, the deep blue color setting off my long red hair. I was about to snap at him for removing my clothes, but the look on his face stopped me. He stared down at me with such all-consuming desire that the words died in my throat.
He stood back, taking me in with a slow swoop of his eyes before landing back on my face. “You are wicked exquisiteness, and I’m going to devour you,” he said with dark promise.
My throat bobbed. “I’m going to let you.”
I jumped. He caught. We clashed.
The Between clanged with the echo of our collision.
Webs hung suspended from thin air. Smoke rose around us like a blistering promise. Power rippled into the nothingness.
His hands gripped my ass and tore the scrap of lace from my body. My fingers popped the button of his slacks, shoving them down to free him. “Take me,” I demanded, fisting him in my hand.
“You were mine the moment you sat down at that card table.”
Without warning, he surged his hips, entering me in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, my head thrown back so that my hair tickled the globes of my ass where he held me. I was so wet that his cock slipped fully inside of me, and when he began to lift my body up and down over his cock, my slick desire coated him completely.
“Fuck, you feel godsdamned divine.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders and started to move up and down, helping him so that I could bounce over his cock. He walked us forward, and then he was lowering me down where he’d conjured a massive bed on the spot. My back hit silky sheets and plush pillows as Risk braced himself over my body.
“I want to feel your skin,” I demanded, both my spider and I needing more.
He smirked down at me, but he allowed me to yank off his suit jacket and tear his dress shirt right down the middle, sending buttons flying. He tsked. “Feeling needy?”
I was. My chest felt too constricted. My fingers ached to touch him everywhere. I let them graze down his strong, muscled chest, my fingers hooking on the lines of his abs. “You do a lot of bench presses and sit ups in hell?” I quipped.
His grin widened. “I’ve been topside for centuries, love. And I prefer a good hellfire fight.”
“Of course you d—”
My words were cut off as he suddenly took my bustier and ripped it away from my body, without me feeling even a pinch. His eyes lingered on the rise and fall of my breasts. “These looked fucking fantastic in that dress and lingerie, but they’re even better bare.”
He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. I nearly bucked off the bed, but he thrust his cock into me again, pressing me against the mattress.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now, Wicked Love,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “And you and your demon are going to feed from me. I want to feel you sucking on my vein like it’s my cock, drinking your fill of my essence until you’re burning with my power and you’re full of me everywhere.”
With inhuman speed, he gripped my hips and started pounding into me. Again and again and again. Webs flew from my hands, attaching to the footboards, and I gripped them hard so I wouldn’t go flying up the bed from the vigor of his pistoning length.
Licks of flame seemed to dance over my clit, teased from the smoke that was dancing over his skin. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I came with such ferocious depth that I blacked out, caught in a starless night of pleasure and heat.
“Hellfire, your cunt feels amazing clenching my cock like that,” Risk growled into my ear. His hand reached down between us, and he began pressing my clit.
“Too sensitive,” I breathed, still coming down from my peak.
But he wouldn’t be deterred. “I’m going to make you come again and again, until my cock explodes so deeply inside of you that you feel my cum dripping down your legs for days to come.”
Holy hell.
“Now bite me.”
I didn’t need another invitation. With fangs bared, my body lifted, and I struck the crook of his neck, venom shooting into his body as his blood filled my mouth. He tasted like smoked sugar. Bitter, yet decadently sweet at the same time.
In perfect synchronization, my spider began to gulp down his essence with every pull I drew from his vein. We fed in tandem, and Risk erased all memory of Byron from my body and mind.
“That’s it,” he growled into my ear. “Take more.”
I unlatched from his neck, licking the trail of blood falling from my lips. “The only sounds I want to hear from you is your cock slamming into my pussy.”
A deep, rumbling laugh came from his chest, but I was already fang-deep in him again, drinking my fill.
I fed and fed and fed. My spider and I took everything he was offering. Every little bit we could get.
But feeding from a high level demon was different than humans or hybrids. No matter how much I took, there was still more.
My head sagged against his chest, unable to drink another drop. My spider, too, relented her grip on his thread, a glutton of total gratification.
Risk looked down at me, his expression full of male smugness. “Too much for you to take, hmm?”
My hands shot forward,
