*Logan

It was kiss like none he'd ever had as a demon—not simply born of lust and base desire, but one that cut to the soul he was sure he didn't have. Cracks formed in his chest, filling with the light she poured into him.

She still tasted of rum, but it was distant, like a fine spice to her angelic freshness. She was the mountain stream to the smoldering fire pit that ate at him endlessly. He drank her in. He would drown in her if he could. He would smash himself on the rocks at her feet and let her piece him back together to her liking.

He would fight all of Hell to free her.

But he was a demon, hatred sustained him and he did not give himself to be broken and changed by the enemy.

"Chiara, stop," he whispered.

She drew back. "Let me show you how I feel after all these months in the dungeons together. I know we are enemies, that this can never be, but let me have this one time with you without the halls dictating my feelings."

By the Sleeping Kings of Hell and Heaven.

Every image he had of her on the walls, in the darkness of the dungeon's night, her pain, her fear, her fierce, unending courage against the demons who tortured her body and mind, came rushing back to him. Everything he felt then about her—the overwhelming possessive need to have her—returned and unraveled his will to resist.

After all, he was a demon with all the insatiable desires of one. His cock was already stiffening at the thought of burying it in her sweet, hot pussy.

"Then show me," he whispered, grabbing her around the waist. He pulled her close. Their foreheads touched and breaths mingled. She dug her fingers in his shoulders, close to drawing blood with her nails. Desire, anger, or need? He didn't know. It hurt. He wanted more.

He lifted her up. He pulled off his spare clothing and scraps of armor while she ripped her wrapped toga and tiny shirt over her head, sending jewels and gold coins spraying to the floor in a tinkling clatter.

Their lips met and tongues tangled. She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He fucking loved it. On a sharp inhale, he pressed her to the wall, anticipation of what was to come bringing water to his mouth.

"No, not the wall," she gasped. Her nails dug in deeper, setting off sparks of thrilling desire in his gut. "I want to ride you this time."

Who was he to argue?

They tumbled to the floor and the crown he had taken from Greed and promptly forgotten fell off his head. He scraped the floor clear of sharp objects.

"Not yet, love. You first." He pushed her down. Beneath her, her wings opened slightly, providing the cushion she was going to need if he had anything to say about it. Grey feathers were barely visible even to his eye in the darkness, but they created an shimmering frame to her long, pale limbs, the alluring curves of her hips, waist and breasts, and her dark hair that spilled to the side. By the all the fires in hell, she was magnificent. She reached upwards blindly for him.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered.

She paused.

"Spread your legs for me." It was not a request.

Leaning back, she slid her feet along the floor until, knees bent and sex exposed, she said, "Whatever you do to me, I will make you pay ten-fold."

He chuckled. He could only hope to get that lucky, because he was going to make her beg for the ride she wanted from him.

He scooped his hands under her perfectly rounded ass and lifted as a demon lord lifts a chalice of nectar. He nuzzled his way slowly up her thigh, dragging his scruffy cheek on her smooth, sensitive skin just to feel her jolt and squirm, kissing lightly, nipping harder, drawing her out of her silent, walled warrior shell.

She was all angel and all female to him. He breathed her in, all her feminine scent of fresh jasmine, rain-soaked fields in the human realm, his lungs absolutely ragged as if he'd been sprinting up a mountain. The earthy, warm-stone scent of her sex aroused him like no drugs or orgy in the halls ever had, but underneath was his own scent marking her. His nose told him she was already wet for him, already ready for him, but he wanted the words from her mouth.

He hovered just above her, letting her writhe nervously. He knew it was cruel, but the sizzling heat in his chest was going to cause an explosion. A premature explosion, something that hadn't happened to him since his first time. His cock extended in rigid pride from his hips, as if by straining it could reach her plumped pussy.

She gripped his hair with a sudden urgency. He was forcefully reminded that she was powerful enough to at least try to break his neck if she so decided. "I want you, Logan, why are you toying with me?"

"Have you forgotten who I am? Toying is what I live for."

That wasn't why he hesitated, though. If he didn't calm that fire in his chest, the one spreading through his own gut and balls, he wouldn't last long enough to explore her fully. He wanted every curve, every tangy taste, he wanted to crush her in his arms and feel her searing heat in reply. He needed to stretch this out or he would combust from the shocking intensity of her every touch on his skin.

He craved to possess her and make it impossible for any other male to ever compete. He only had one chance at that—now, while they were in this safe niche away from the Halls and their sins, the danger of guards and demonic monsters.

Whatever happened in the Halls could be dismissed as the work of Hell and the irresistible call to sin, but not here. Here, there was choice.

She chose him.

He had never imagined how intoxicating her choice would be.

Here, in the forgotten, hidden depths of the world where no one and nothing lived, in a fucking dark hole in ancient rock, her choice was a balm that leeched the pain of a millennia from the dried husk of his heart.

He licked her salty-sweet pussy, lightly at first, holding everything back, until she ground her hips deeper into his face. Relishing her gasps and moans, he probed her wet folds, a strange thirst for her setting his mind aflame. Primal energy surged—the more of her he had, the more he needed. He hummed into her pussy, ready to keep going until she was a wreck in his arms, and then to keep going longer.

Her hands landed in his hair and fisted, hard.

Electric shocks sparked at the roots and set off a cascade of thrilling rapture down his back and into his cock. His cock jumped and twitched in anticipation.

He lifted her fabulous ass higher to get better access to her pussy. Then, without warning, she cried out, obscene words—and his name—spilled from her mouth and echoed in the stone room. Under his tongue, her pussy pulsed, quivering in rapture and the hold on his hair threatened to tear it out. Yes.

His name—shouted, gasped, moaned, and hissed like a prayer, begging him to both release her and carry her higher.

He granted her pleas, plunging deeper into her sex, turning his head a bit to let the scruff on his chin rub her sensitive thighs and petals of her sex. In return, she bucked up, arching her back while her wings flexed, lifting her from the floor and closer to him.

She gasped for air, but before her convulsing slowed, was already trying to sit up and push him back.

And he hadn't even gotten the chance to use his fingers...

He didn't have time to be disappointed though. His lady was in a hurry. Chiara shoved him backwards with the force of a fighter and he let her push him flat this time.

She hitched her knee over his stomach and impaled herself on his swollen cock, taking control—and he let her. She was showing him everything, exactly what she felt and who she was and what she needed from him.

Her choice—and it was him. He would take what she gave.

For a long moment, she ground herself against him, rubbing the nub of her sex at the base of his belly, squeezing and contracting on his cock like a greedy vice and finding her own satisfaction. He clamped his mouth shut and let her, hands on her thighs, not bucking or picking her up to slam her against the wall as he wanted to.

Chiara chose him: demon, enemy, monster, and her beauty ruined him. She rolled her hips and settled into a rhythm, milking his cock. With her on top, riding him slow and steady, drawing out her pleasure and torturing him with no release, the cracks in his chest burst wide open.

He ran his hands up her thighs, over the curve of her hips to the dip of her waist, velvet skin pebbling in response to his touch. Knotted muscles of her lower back melted under his fingertips. She arched, lifting her glorious tits to where he could appraise them from his position firmly rooted in her pussy. Nipples pointed. The rounded sides bounced languidly, firm and smooth, in the bouncing answer of her bucking hips.

He could do this forever.

And never face what waited for them outside this hidden pocket.

"Take what you need, Chiara," he whispered.

She moaned an unintelligible string of words and then gasped his name.

"That's right, take it," he ordered.

She rolled her hips, knees scraping on the floor, sweat gleamed on her pale skin, a sheen in the darkness for his eyes alone. She cried out and her hot pussy clamped tight on his cock.

A groan clawed its way out of his mouth, through clenched teeth. She was falling apart—he guided her hips, drawing out her pleasure, making sure that nub rubbed against him. She was absolutely falling apart and he loved it.

Then—it shouldn't have happened, but before he realized what he was doing, a promise bloomed sharp and clear in his head.

He swore, silently to her, his angel, that when she fell, he would be the one to catch her.

She threw her head back, nails planted in his forearms and cried out her release. Quivering ripples shook her and she squeezed his cock so hard, it almost hurt to pump his seed into her.

Almost.

Fuck.

He would give anything to keep her and feel that kind of hurt ever day.

She dropped forward, gasping for air.

He caught her.

Stroking her hair from her sweaty face, he drew her to his chest. "All I want to do with the rest of my life is to fuck you breathless. To give you such endless pleasure that you don't know whether to beg me to stop or beg me to fuck you again."

*** Is she right to choose him? And what will happen if they manage to escape? Thanks for reading! Hit the star!!! ***