Slow. Somehow. He clamped the backs of her thighs with shaking hands. Spreading her legs even wider, he painstakingly s"ueezed in deeper. His c**k had already begun throbbing, bordering on pain. He wasn't even halfway in.
And still he watched their joining. A feeling like grief seized him when he realized that he'd never fit her. That her tender body had not been made for one like him.
"Witch, I cannot ..." Yet her eyes were still desirous, heavy-lidded. "Do you not ..." What to ask her? He could barely formulate thoughts, much less words. "I do not hurt you?"
"No, Malkom." She shook her head, and the ex"uisite scent of her hair nearly felled him.
Truly? If she had no worry, then his was relieved. Carrow would know about these things better than he.
"You feel wonderful," she added, biting her bottom lip.
My gods, so do you, woman.
His resolve renewed, he pressed forward. Sweating as he mounted her, he sank his aching shaft deeper.
"Demon, you're almost ..." She gasped when he'd gone as far as her body would allow, gloved within her heat. "Ah, there!" She arched her back, and her sex slipped along his cock.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
"Carrow!" Dizzy with pleasure, he rasped, "There is nothing better." He wanted to savor this, to revel in the connection. But instinct drove him, commanding him to thrust. He withdrew his hips and bucked for the first time. The bliss of it wrenched a roar from his chest. His back bowed.
Another thrust.
Gods almighty. He'd never lived before this moment.
With a ragged groan, he gazed down at her, telling her in Demonish that she was soft, perfect.
That this was heaven.
He stretched his body over hers, heaving forward, needing to do this hard.
Okay, now he was hurting her.
"Easy, demon." He didn't seem to hear her. At first it'd been so good, but he was growing even thicker. She was pinned on his length, could feel him throbbing inside. "Please, c-can you just give me a second?"
Seeming to wake, he rose above her with an incredulous look. But he did go still.
Denying his instinct was obviously agonizing. His jaw bulged at the sides. The muscles in his torso, arms, and neck were tensed, the ridges sharp. "You are hurting," he grated, his accent more marked than she'd ever heard it.
"Yes, a little. I need to get used to you."
Sweat beaded his chest and forehead. "What ... what do I do?"
"Would you kiss me here again?" She cupped her br**sts in offer.
His brows furrowed as if she'd just struck him out of the blue.
With a desperate groan, he gripped her br**sts with his big palms, kneading them as he took one peak between his lips. His greedy mouth sucked until it was almost agony.
She arched her back again. "More, demon!"
He moved to her other breast, still kneading the first, pinching the nipple he'd left aching and damp.
Soon, she was panting, now craving the thickness wedged within her. "Malkom, now," she pleaded, rocking her hips to urge his own. "I'm ready."
In answer, the demon gave a measured thrust.
Pleasure radiated throughout her body. "Ah, yes!" No pain. Only rapture. "More ..."
Another forceful stroke.
With nothing to distract her, Carrow noticed how perfectly he ground against her clitoris with each thrust. How his sweat-slicked hips rubbed between her sensitive thighs.
How he filled her so deeply, she felt as if he were a part of her. One being, unending.
"Cannot stop again, witch," he growled against her nipple.
When he drew his hips back, she cried, "Whatever you do, don't stop!"
Now his female wanted him to continue. Grappling for control, determined to feel her come, Malkom did.
He bucked against her, once and again, until he found a driving rhythm.
"Drink me," she moaned as their skin slapped.
He rose up on straightened arms. "What did you say?" Another plunge of his c**k made her plump br**sts "uiver. The tips were puckered, still moist from his tongue. Had he heard her right?
"Take my neck ..."
"Cannot." Already, he doubted he could deny the tugging grip of her sex in the final moments.
Much less while her blood coursed through his veins.
Her head thrashed. "Suckle blood from my breast, like you did before."
"Carrow! Be silent," he hissed, even as his gaze was riveted to that soft, giving flesh. So easy to pierce her pale skin. To drink from her, pleasuring her.
What would it feel like to have his fangs and his shaft within her body, both gloved by her sweet skin?
He shook his head hard, struggling to outlast her, to keep from tasting her. Her throaty moans had grown constant, her nails digging into his back, clutching him close. She was on the edge, and he was determined to take her over. Cleave to me, witch....
Pounding betwixt her legs, driven by her lush heat, he gripped her nape, yanking her up. "I cannot give you up. Never will I release you."
Cleave to me!
"Demon ..." Her anguished expression transformed to one of ecstasy, her eyes glimmering like stars. "Oh, you're making me - " She threw back her head and screamed, "Malkom! Yes, yes!"
He felt her s"ueezing as she began to come, clenching round his shaft as he'd imagined so many times.
But 'twas all so much better than his fantasies. Her scent, her cries, the way her body writhed wildly beneath his. Plunging into the wetness of her orgasm...
"Gods, Carrow!" he bellowed. He was about to explode, the seal soon to be broken, his se**n climbing. For four hundred years he'd waited to ejaculate, to offer his seed to another.
When he'd grown so large he could barely thrust inside her, when he was about to come harder than he ever had in his life, his mind whispered, Nothing but need.
Chapter 40
"Wh-what?" Carrow didn't understand. "What did you do?"
Malkom had pulled out?
He'd finished on her belly, heaving over her as he'd yelled her name. And it felt like a slap in the face. He hadn't even broken his demon seal, hadn't ejaculated with his release.
Now he collapsed atop her, his heart like a drum, his hips still languidly rocking.
Be glad, Carrow. You don't need a baby. So why did she feel like crying? "Okay, you can get up now."
He raised his head as if with difficulty, the corners of his lips curling. "I do not know if I can move, ara."
That half grin was almost her undoing. He looked so boyish, his face relaxed, his eyes now that steadfast blue.
"At least not until I take you next." He began hardening atop her.