Page 73 of Judge of Saints and Sinners

She was perfect. And when I finally sank my cock into her, in this realm, in the living world, I knew there would be no going back.

Justine keened, her hips rolling against my hand as she drove herself higher and higher up the peak of her pleasure. I was transfixed, unable to look away, at least until her eyes met mine in a wild, uncertain moment.

I pressed my lips against the inside of her knee. “Come for me, Justine.” With permission offered and then given, she collapsed back onto her back, her body shaking as her pussy clenched and spasmed around my fingers. I rode out her orgasm, dragging it out as best I could until the minute jerks of her muscles under my body were nearly indiscernible.

I withdrew my fingers, making sure she was watching when I let my tongue dart out, tasting her once again.

“Fucking delicious.”

Justine let out a soft, ragged noise, somewhere between a laugh and a moan. And then she was moving again, her hands settling on my shoulders, where she pulled me up and over her. My hips slipped naturally between her thighs, the heavy length of my cock cradled against her pussy.

“Are you ready to be mine?” I asked her, one hand moving down to cup her leg and bring her flush against me once again.

One red brow rose cockily. “Are you ready to be mine?”

I growled, “I have always been yours.” I arched my hips, letting the thick head of my cock slip inside her. The movement robbed me of thought for a long moment. When I regained use of my body, I withdrew then thrust forward hard, seating myself deep inside her. With a strangled cry, Justine threw her arms up and around my shoulders, wrapping her legs around me in an embrace.

“And I—” she whimpered as I withdrew again, my eyes rapt on her pleasure-filled face “—have always been yours.”

I thrust hard, setting up a rhythm that left no time for talking, no time for explanation. We rode the hard line of pleasure, hands exploring, lips brushing. As our bodies fed from each other, my power swirled through my core, even as my heart nearly burst at the joy of being reunited with not just my soul, but my mate as well.

I knew she was getting close. I could feel the quiver in her limbs, hear the sweet noises she whispered into my ear. Drawing my wings closer, I enclosed us in the haze of white feathers and dark shadows.

“Others will love you. Others will want you. But only I will ever have the pleasure of hearing your pleasure, little thief. Now, let me hear you.”

“I love you,” she whispered. And then her nails were digging into my shoulders, her body arching and coiling against mine as she cried out in pleasure.

I couldn’t hold back now, my hips dropping low and hard, seating myself as far into her slick heat as I could get. I knew my demon blood was taking over now, and while I knew that I could pull back a little, to avoid the lock that would keep us together longer, I couldn’t make myself do it.

And when my orgasm overwhelmed me, nothing in Heaven, Hell, or Earth would keep me driving into her where my body released every spasm of my pleasure deep inside her. Instantly my cock locked into her, the thickening of my organ and the suction from the head meant to keep us not only locked together and increase the odds of creating another generation of demons, but to bring our mates even more pleasure.

Justine felt it, her gasp in my ear enough to send another wave of pleasure down my spine and straight to my cock.

Breathing hard, I dropped to my elbows so I could press a kiss against her relaxed, smiling lips.

“I love you too.”

***

Justine

“Why did your mother split your souls?”

“She believed it was the best way to save us. We demons are generally pretty tough, but when she and my father realized they were expecting me, there was a lot of panic. A hybrid that could be easily as dangerous as either parent… They were worried. My father claims more demon blood runs in my veins than any of my brothers, but I’m not so sure anymore. When Arafel thought we were threatening his mate, he went full demon on us.”

“Arafel is the one who looks like a gargoyle, right?”

Nephesh’s chest shook under me. We were curled up together, redressed after a rather long time…uh…tied together post-sex. Not that I had minded, but it had been a bit of a surprise. “He’s a little gray, you’re right about that. He could wear his human glamor if he chose, but since he interacts so heavily with those who are already dreaming, they are not as phased by his appearance as maybe the living might be around someone like, hmm, Elon.”

“What happened to him?”

“Tartarus was the first place that was attacked by the Drude. They sought to free the most dangerous souls in the Underworld and expected my brother to be easily swayed by an offer of freedom.”

“Why would he be swayed?”

“Being born to guard the worst of the worst, little thief, it changes you. But instead of joining the Drude, Elon and his warriors pushed the Drude back into Tartarus once more, where they attempted to cage him. Arafel and Khan said that he was like a possessed man. But just before victory, one of the souls that resides in Tartarus reared up, pulled Elon into the flames. The fire that burns there is unique and unusual. They resist our typical ways of healing. I haven’t seen the wounds on his body, but I am sure they are a constant pain to Elon. And worst of all, the Drude was able to escape and went into hiding.

“How horrible for him,” I breathed, swallowing back my emotion. “Do you think that he’ll ever heal?”