Only after I’d offered him a small feast of pleasure did he start to take his own. Only after I’d cried and begged so many times. Only after I could barely hold myself up on my hands and knees as he ate me out from behind did he finally spread me on my back and let me take his cock.

He pushed in deep, stroking into my body with skill that no normal man had. He dragged and pushed himself in all the places he should. He fucked into my body as if he’d been fucking it for weeks on end and that was because he had. Lorcan was a demon of sex who had invaded my dreams and learned me inside and out. He knew every little thing he could do to make me feel exactly how he wanted. Whether that was a sigh, a moan, a gasp, or a cry; Lorcan could do it all as he buried his thick, ridged cock inside me. He used every bit of the information he'd gathered to bend me to his will.

My incubus was possessed with his need, panting with pleasure and exertion. He fucked me like his life depended on it. He fucked me like he was dying. His shallow breaths before he came sounded close to suffocation. I knew that even if he or I were truly dying, he’d only fuck me harder and faster, getting in as many thrusts as he could before the end.

My fingers dug into his tan shoulders as my legs curled around his sides. My body swayed beneath him, clutching and grinding. His red, hypnotizing eyes settled on me and I begged for him to keep going. He closed his eyes and shuddered, dropping his body on mine, clawed fingers digging into me as he fucked me harder.

Each time he orgasmed the whole world knew it. I felt it in the marrow of my bones—his groans and hot breath in my ear, his fingers digging into my hair, his cock shoving in deep and pumping in slow, steady beats. He pinned me to the mattress with his hips, his muscles holding me down as if I was a creature that would flee the moment he gave me an opportunity.

I couldn’t imagine leaving him but I liked the way he held me down. He never stopped touching me and never stopped fucking me in any way he could and that was good too. I feared it was the only thing keeping me sane.

His cum was warm on my thighs as it trailed out of me. His fingers twisted in my hair as his body weighed mine down.

Lorcan was heavy and strong. He twisted his legs with mine as his lips brushed over my skin until his lips grew numb from it—too many kisses all over me everywhere, every inch of my flesh. He growled in frustration when his lips finally gave out and moved on to his teeth and tongue, indenting my flesh with the great gasping need he had for me.