Every thought in Selma’s whirling mind snapped to a halt, her consciousness turning solely to the invasion of her most sacred place. Kain’s wide cock filled her spasming channel, and though her body was more prepared to take him this time than when he’d rutted her at the auction, it still took all she had to remain on her hands and knees as he slowly pressed himself all the way in.

His ridges ground mercilessly against every sensitive nerve ending inside of her, and when he finally bottomed out, he possessed her so completely the beat of his pulse resonated within her as if it were her own.

“Kain…!” She cried out for him, lost in the sensation of being one with the demon who’d chosen her—of the knowledge flooding her mind that he belonged to her. This was where she needed to be, suspended on his massive cock and wrapped up in his inhuman strength, even if her body was being forced to its limits to submit to him.

Kain dug his fingers into her hips once more. Then he began the rough, agonizing movements in and out of her stuffed pussy. His ridges tormented her as they slid over her G-spot, forcing screams and cries from her throat as he fucked her.

It was impossible for her to think about anything but the delicious agony of being spread and taken, so she gave herself over to it—to him—the hazy knowledge of his disbelief in her love disappearing into the hormonal fog of pained pleasure and submission.

Soon her cries took on the note of an impending climax and the demon responded. He released her hips to let one hand get at her clit, rubbing it roughly while he grabbed her by the hair with his other hand.

The sharp tug on her scalp as he pulled her head back, combined with the dark pleasure from her spasming pussy, made her body surrender. Her orgasm blasted through her, and she cried out as she tried to lunge forward in an instinctive attempt to escape the violent sensation.

His grip on her hair kept her in place, helpless to endure his unrelenting pounding into her quaking channel while she came so hard the world blurred and blackened.

Kain didn’t stop. Even when she sagged in front of him, spent from pleasure so intense she could hardly keep upright, he kept up the punishing pace, letting his hips slap against her bottom and not giving her a moment’s reprieve from his full and grueling penetration.

It was when her vision finally returned that she saw him. His hand was still fisted in her long hair, keeping her head up, while the other forced more pleasure into her weakened body with its insistent ministrations underneath her.