I reached back, lining him up.

“Finally,” he rasped, giving a shuddering breath as I rocked back onto his ridged length. I groaned, unable to control myself as he parted me open.

I looked over my shoulder before going further. His red horns were growing long enough to start to curve, tattoos that looked like a strange cuneiform were sliding up his face, and his sclera were still jet black. His chains snapped taut as he used every iota of strength in a futile attempt to close the remaining distance.

I groaned, sinking back further on him, feeling myself filled slowly with his ridges. I gave a long moan and pushed my body all the way on him. I dropped my head to the carpet, burying it between my arms.

Lorcan groaned as I clenched around him and the noise vibrated up my spine, making me gasp. I felt his magic sliding over my skin, soft and warm, and sparking my nerve endings into pleasure.

Lorcan lifted one of his legs to get a better position. A leather derby shoe pressed to the ground and I reached out, brushing it. I knew the brand–John Lobb–expensive, custom and impeccably tasteful.

With that one leg steadying him on the ground, the other still on his knee, he slowly pulled his ridged length out of me. I groaned, enjoying the movement almost as much as when he was going in.

“I don’t think this was the right decision,” he said with a raspy laugh. “Because I can’t imagine being without your cunt ever again,” he growled with a deep voice. Then he slammed forward hard, burying himself inside me even deeper than before.

“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling a sharp bite of pleasure as I spread my knees to steady myself in place. Lorcan drew himself back out slowly again and I whimpered. It felt like he was playing me like a violin, his bow vibrating my strings in delicious torturous pleasure.

“I’ll make it so you never want to leave,” he rasped before he pushed himself back inside me, groaning as my walls gripped him. “I’ll make you as addicted to this as I am,” he promised, or maybe it was supposed to be a threat. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was my Greed wanted more of him. It didn’t give a shit about the treasures downstairs or the building I was trapped in. It just wanted him and each time he hammered his red, ridged cock into me, my Greed sighed in relief.

I pushed back, meeting his body and he stopped moving, letting me establish my own rhythm on his cock as his head tipped back and he groaned.

“That’s right, Lacey, use me to get off,” he purred and I did, bouncing back on him over and over as his tail slid between us. The edge of it was tipped like a cone and it pressed to my clit and rubbed. I clawed at the carpet panting and whimpering as I rocked down on his cock over and over.