Page 80 of Devil’s Reign

Her grip tightens around my balls, tugging gently while her mouth slides down my cock again, her tongue flattening beneath it.

My stomach clenches, sweat dampening my chest as control slips straight through my fingers.

I fist her hair properly and guide her down, forcing more of me into her mouth until the tip is scraping her tonsils. She gags and chokes, saliva dripping down her chin, and my cock throbs harder at the sight. I pull her head back slowly, giving her a moment to breathe before shoving her down again. Her throat works, her eyes watering as she takes me deeper and deeper.

A broken groan tears out of me, my head digging back into the pillow as my balls draw up tightly. She fucking has me. Undone. And I hate it. I fucking hate how much power she has over me—and I love it even more.

The need claws through me, sharp and brutal, shredding the last scraps of my control. I press her head down once more, harder this time, and she sputters around me.

“You can fucking take me, Milani,” I snarl, my voice low, savage with need. “And you’re going to take me.” She does. Her lips stay sealed around me like the good girl she is, her throat working as I thrust deeper, tears streaming down her cheeks now, mixing with the saliva slicking her chin. My messy girl. Moya.

The wet, choking sounds she makes tear me apart and push me over the edge.

“Fuck, Milani—” The growl rips from my chest as my back arches, my cock pulsing as I empty into her. She takes it all, swallowing without hesitation, her eyes never leaving mine. I watch her greedily. Watch how she drags her tongue along my length, collecting the warm blend of semen and saliva, lapping it up. When a bead escapes the corner of her mouth, she catches it with the tip of her tongue and swipes her lips clean.

I curse at how fucking hot that is, my cock jerking despite being fully spent.

But she doesn’t stop. Her mouth stays on me, closed around my softening cock, sucking gentle, teasing tugs that light every nerve I have left. My spine tingles, my eyes rolling back as the sensation turns almost unbearable. It’s too much.

“Enough.” I pull her off me, and she lifts her head with the most innocent smile, like she didn’t just almost suck my soul out of my body.

I sit up and grab her under the arms, hauling her up onto the bed before flipping her onto her back. She lets out a startled gasp, but I’m already moving, crawling down her body. My hands slide under her thighs, lifting them and hooking them over my shoulders as I yank her closer until her pussy is right in my face. The sight has me swearing under my breath.

She’s wet. Soaked.

“Did sucking me off make you this needy?” I murmur, dragging two fingers through her folds. The squelch makes my cock twitch back to life embarrassingly fast. I smear her wetness over her swollen clit, then slide back down to her entrance, spreading the mess all over. “Of course it did. Your pussy knows exactly what your mouth was doing and now it wants its turn.”

She lets out a deep moan, her back arching at my words. I thrust two fingers into her, hard and deep, and she jolts up the bed with a sharp cry of my name. My other hand clamps around her hip, holding her in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I lower my mouth to her before she can answer and draw my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke that makes her gasp like I’ve stolen the air from her lungs.

A groan tears from my chest as her taste explodes on my tongue—addictive, sweet, fucking perfect. I could spend hours buried here and still never get enough. I devour her like I’ve been starving, my mouth and tongue working over every wet inch of her while my fingers sink into her tight, dripping heat.

She thrashes, gasping and moaning and twisting under me, but I don’t let up. I want her cum, and I want it now. My grip tightens as my tongue flicks her clit faster and my fingers curl deep inside her. Her back arches clean off the bed, and she screams my name into the ceiling, her body convulsing as her thighs clamp around my neck so tight my breath cuts short. And I love every single moment.

She shatters with my name on her lips, her cunt clenching around my fingers, her whole body trembling in my hold, and I groan at the way she falls apart, utterly undone.

When the last shudder moves through her, and she goes still, I slide my fingers out of her cunt and drag them across her quivering stomach.

Then, with deliberate strokes, I write one word on her skin.

Mine.

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MELANI

For long minutes, the room spins around me like one long, drugging carousel ride, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, every nerve ending lit up and oversensitive and barely my own.

Vanya is crouched over me, his fingers spreading my wetness on my belly. When I finally focus enough to look down at what he’s doing, I inhale sharply.

He’s written a single word. Mine.

My throat seizes around whatever sound was trying to escape, the phantom sensation of his cock still scraping the back of it. He used my own release to write it, something that will wash away the moment I step into the shower. But it doesn’t feel temporary. It feels like he’s carved it into me. Into my skin, my heart, my brain, my soul. None of them belongs to me anymore. They’re his.

He straightens, lifts me without preamble, and carries me to the shower. There, he leisurely washes my body clean, and I do the same for him, both of us quiet. But it’s a comfortable silence.

Back in the bedroom, we dress in the same quiet. Only when we’re finished does he cross to me and take my chin between his fingers, tipping my face up to his. “Good morning.” he presses a quick, hard kiss to my lips.