Her breasts sway above me—pebbled peaks flushed darker than the lavender oil she uses on her pulse points. Every snap of her hips drags a groan from my throat I can’t suppress.
"Look at you," she pants, nails scraping down my chest. "Mighty Infernal Lord, unraveled by a mortal woman."
I snarl, hands flying to her waist. "This woman is the only altar I’ll ever kneel at." My grip tightens, thumbs pressing bruises into the softness below her ribs. "But you forget your place, little flower."
Her laugh fractures into a gasp as I slam her down harder, meeting her rhythm with sharp upward thrusts. Candlelight glazes the sweat along her collarbones, the primal arch of her throat.
"Yours?" She grinds the word into me, walls fluttering. "Prove it."
I flip us before she finishes speaking. The mattress groans as her back hits linens, my hand fisting in her hair to tilt her gaze up. "Mine." My teeth find her earlobe. "Every gasp. Every scream. Every drop of come I wring from this perfect body."
She writhes, heels digging into my ass. "Then stop talking and?—"
The slap rings loud—her ass cheek blazing red under my palm. She arches with a shattered cry, clenching around me so tight stars burst behind my eyes.
"Since the moment you summoned me." I drive into her, each thrust punctuating the words. "Since your blood first sealed our contract." Her choked sob fuels me, the bedframe cracking against the wall. "This tight cunt?" A particularly vicious stroke. "Mine. These tears?" I lick one from her cheek. "Mine. Every thought behind those silver-flecked eyes?"
She turns her head, capturing my thumb between her teeth. Bites down hard.
"Yours," she breathes against the digit. "Always yours."
I lose control.
Flipping her onto hands and knees, I yank her hips back. She presents herself without prompting—a fucking vision, back bowed and dripping. My palm prints the other cheek.
"Beg."
"Please, Azrath?—"
"Louder."
She screams it into the pillows. "Please, please, please?—!"
I give her everything—centuries of restraint, lifetimes of cold precision—shattered in the wet heat of her. Her moans climb higher, words dissolving until only my name remains—a prayer, a curse, a vow.
When her climax hits, she seizes so violently my markings ignite—chains across my shoulders blazing white-hot. Shecollapses forward, trembling, but grinning like a woman on a high.
Her finger crooks, that infuriating smirk playing across swollen lips as she starts crawling backward. "Again."
I catch her ankle mid-air, yanking until her spine arches off the mattress. "You’ll regret that command."
She laughs—bright, reckless—as I drag her hips to the edge. "Prove it,Infernal Lord."
My knee slams between her thighs, forcing them wider. "Beg properly this time."
Her nails rake down my chest, drawing faint streaks of ember-light beneath my skin. "Make me."
The growl tears from my throat unbidden. I push her onto her side, one hand fisting her hair while the other slaps her ass—a sharp crack that blooms red across flawless skin. She shudders, moan muffled in the sheets.
"Look at you," I snarl, yanking her head back to watch as I push inside. "Desperate little thing,beggingfor her demon's cock."
She writhes, walls clenching. "Harder?—"
I snap my hips, cutting off the word with a punched-out gasp. "You want beast?" My markings ignite down both arms, chains glowing white-hot as I pin her leg up by her ear. "Then take your beastwhole."
Her scream fractures when I sheath fully, the angle brutal. "Fuck?—!"
"Louder." I bite her shoulder, tasting salt and triumph. "Let the fucking settlement hear who owns this cunt."