Free Duncan's Descent by Marie Harte Page A

want you to overly enjoy it, so they treat sex with that reverent bullshit. But not us demons.” He spread her ass cheeks and rubbed his still swollen cock along her seam, coating her body with both his and her cream. “No, we prefer to enjoy the carnal impulses of the Ordinary. We actually appreciate this one great thing humanity’s given us.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” she breathed, tense when he pushed against the tight rosette of her anus.
    â€œOrgasmic sex,” he answered and pushed further. “That’s it, sweet, take me deeper.”
    Pain intruded, and Sapphira instinctively tried to move away, but Duncan wouldn’t let her. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and groaned. “Hell, when you move like that it’s all I can do not to rip right through you. Claiming you is driving me wild.”
    â€œYou’re not…claiming me,” she managed as he withdrew. She felt him shove his fingers inside her wet heat again before he pulled both his finger and shaft back out. “What are you doing?”
    â€œLubing myself with your come.” Duncan sighed. “You have no idea how sexy you are. How much I get off just looking at your dark skin, your firm, round ass begging me to take it. A woman should have curves like yours, Sapphira. Ripe and full.” He palmed her ass. “I still can’t believe no one’s ever taken you before.”
    He pushed against her anus again, and this time she felt him sink further, the pain not as bad.
    â€œIf you push out with your muscles, you’ll actually make it easier for me.”
    And why was she agreeing to this anyway? Anal sex with her own personal demon? Sapphira could literally feel her Descent creeping along her skin like the steady thrumming of static electricity. But the pleasure in Duncan’s voice, in his touch, made her want the same, no matter the cost.
    The forbidden had always called to her, and Sapphira readily admitted she wanted to know more.
    â€œThat’s it,” Duncan hissed his pleasure as he sank deeper, while Sapphira did her best not to cry out her pain. “Let the hurt take you, Sapphira. Embrace it so that the pleasure is that much more intense.”
    â€œTell you what,” she huffed, trying to move so that he didn’t feel so big, but he slapped her flank and forced her to remain still while he plundered deeper. “You let me take your ass, then you see how easy it is to remain still. Damn it, that hurts.”
    â€œHurts so good,” he rasped, finally fully seated within her. “Hell’s core, Sapphira. You’re as hot as eternal flame, and so fucking tight.” He groaned and pulled out, slowly.
    And every touch of his flesh against hers burned. “When does this start to feel good?”
    A sudden warmth stole through her loins, and pleasure burst over her in waves of bliss.
    â€œHow’s that?”
    She couldn’t answer, dimly aware when he shoved back inside her. Duncan had done something to her, something beyond the physical taking of her virgin flesh. His energy pulsed through her, and she cried out as ecstasy possessed her.
    â€œThat’s it.” He rocked, taking her harder. Duncan rode her with an urgency bordering on desperation. “Feel my flame, love. Take me, Sapphira. Let me wash you with seed. Everywhere, angel. All of it,” he groaned as he fucked her, his balls slapping her clit with each pummeling blow.
    Through it all, Sapphira cried her pleasure, inundated with so much joy she could barely breathe. Her body spasmed as it took everything Duncan gave. His rod, so thick and long, finally filled her with seed. And the warmth of his desire pushed her into another state altogether.
    There was nothing pleasant about this surrender to pleasure, nothing tame or loving. Instead, Duncan’s possession was everything fierce, raw and true. Honesty surged between them as Sapphira felt his carnal appetite