“That’s better.” Pulling her dessert closer, Knox scooped a little onto the spoon. “Open.” He fed her the chocolate-sprinkled ice cream, loving to watch her cheeks hollow and her throat work. Then he kissed her, licking into her mouth, tasting cold vanilla. “You taste better.” He slowly raised her, groaning as her hot, wet pussy squeezed him almost tight enough to hurt. Then he pulled her back down.
“We should stop,” she rasped.
He lifted her again, until only the head of his cock was inside her. Then he roughly impaled her on him. “We should?”
“The waiter could come in.”
No, he wouldn’t, because Knox had telepathically ordered him not to interrupt them. But Knox couldn’t resist teasing her. “You’re right; he could.” He gave her branded breast a possessive squeeze before pinching the nipple hard. “Then he’d see you sitting here, my cock buried deep in you.”
“That’s my point,” said Harper. Her concern was ignored, however. He spooned more ice cream, but he didn’t feed it to her; he put the spoon in his own mouth. Then he was kissing her, using his tongue to feed her the scoop of vanilla before once again impaling onto his cock.
Over and over he alternated between feeding and impaling her, driving her freaking insane. His hands were confident and sure as they touched her – squeezing her breasts, raking into her hair, cupping her ass. All the while, his mouth devoured her lips and neck.
“I want to lick and taste and mark every inch of you,” he growled, eyes gleaming with pure masculine possession. Slamming her on his cock again, he bit her lip. “Mine.”
Needing to come so bad she could cry, Harper tried to take over.
“No.” His fingers dug hard into her hip to keep her still. “When I want you to fuck me, I’ll tell you.”
Bastard. She shook her head when he spooned yet more vanilla. “I’m done.”
“This isn’t for you. It’s for me.” He ate the ice cream. And then closed his cold mouth around her nipple and sucked hard. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and he groaned.
She tried pushing his head away. “That’s cruel.”
He licked his way from her nipple to the pulse beating in her throat. He gave it a sharp nip. “You’re easily the most important thing to me. Do you know that?”
Harper closed her eyes. She wasn’t good with hearing stuff like that.
Knox flexed his cock and sharply repeated, “Do you know that?”
Opening her eyes, she swallowed at the savage possessiveness stamped all over his face. “Yes.” As if to reward her, he impaled her on him.
“You’ll never be free of me.” He slowly slid her up his cock, loving the way her pussy tried to hungrily suck him back in. “You’ll always belong to me. And this pussy…” He yanked her back down, burying himself in her once again. “This pussy is all mine and it’ll only ever be mine. Isn’t that so?”
Frustrated at being so close yet so far to the edge, she snarled. “Yes. And that makes this cock mine. But if it doesn’t do its job and make me come, I’m gonna snap it off.”
Knox had to smile. There was his hissing, spitting kitten. “You’re right, it’s yours.” He snaked his hands up her thighs. “But if you want to come, you’ll have to work for it.” He bucked his hips, giving her a short, shallow thrust. “Fuck me, Harper.” She rode him hard, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your mouth… give it to me.”
“Kind of busy here,” she quipped.
Knox gave her ass a sharp slap; her pussy rippled around his cock, soaking him in cream. “Your mouth.”
She kissed him, and Knox swallowed every moan as she frantically slammed herself down on him over and over. She was so fucking hot and slick, it drove him out of his mind. He fisted a hand in her hair. “Do you have any idea how hot it is watching you ride me like this? You know what I think? I think one touch to your clit will set you off like a rocket.”
He wasn’t wrong. So when his hand slipped between them, her whole system practically sighed in relief.
“But that won’t be happening just yet,” he said, his thumb hovering close to her clit.
Harper froze. “You motherfucking son of a bitch!” A chill washed over her as his eyes bled to black and the demon stared back at her. Crap. “Um…”
Its hand snapped around her throat. “Not nice, little sphinx.”
Her eyes widened as the flesh beneath its grip began to heat and prickle. She knew what that meant. “Not my throat.”
“I’ll brand you anywhere I want,” it growled.
Its free hand grabbed her hip and began yanking her down each time it thrust up. The demon was rougher than Knox. More demanding. The skin of her throat felt like it was on fire, yet the sensation sent pure pleasure rippling through her. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
Knox lunged to the surface with a groan and licked along the fresh brand on her neck, knowing how sensitive it would be. “That’s it, come.” He thumbed her clit, and her head fell back as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her pussy squeezed and contracted around him, milking him as he exploded inside her with a growl.
She collapsed against him, tremoring with little aftershocks. “How bold is it?” she slurred. His demon never did anything by halves.
Knowing she was referring to the brand, Knox lifted her face by her chin and examined it. “I think you’ll like it.” She didn’t seem convinced.