“Mine,” he said as he thrust up into her. “You’re mine, Calladia.”
“Same,” she panted. She was just as possessive and bloody-minded as him, and as far as she was concerned, this demon belonged to her.
They set a rhythm together, hot and hard. The backs of her thighs pressed against the tops of his, and his chest flexed against her back. He kissed the side of her neck, and then his hand slid down her stomach and settled between her legs to strum her clit.
“Oh!” Calladia gasped. Each swirl of his fingers sent lighting strikes of pleasure through her. Her clit was the center of a gathering hurricane, and her inner muscles tightened in preparation for the storm.
Astaroth rubbed and rubbed, thrusting up in a rhythm that was making her see stars. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked against her neck.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Good.” His fingers pressed harder, and Calladia whimpered. She was so close, just a little more . . .
The orgasm crashed over her, fierce and fiery. She shouted as her pussy clenched in devastating, uncontrollable pulses, and heat raced over her skin. She bucked in his arms, shaking apart.
“That’s it,” he crooned in her ear. “Let go.”
The pleasure swelled, then shivered into her extremities. Her fingers tingled, her toes cramped, and her vision briefly went dark.
When the orgasm ebbed, Calladia slumped back against Astaroth. He banded both arms around her torso and thrust up once, twice, then held, his strong body shaking as he let out a strangled groan.
He held her tightly, chest heaving. Then he toppled slowly to the side, taking her with him. “Lucifer save me,” he gasped. “I’m a dead demon.”
Calladia giggled. Her head was spinning, and she felt drunk or high or both. Astaroth’s dick slipped out of her, but she made no effort to move. His body curved around her, two equal-sized spoons in a very happy drawer.
She closed her eyes and drifted, head blissfully empty. She felt cleansed, despite the sweat sticking them together. It was as if their passion had burned away everything nonessential. The world and its worries still waited, but right now, there was nothing in the universe but the two of them.
“Calladia Cunnington,” Astaroth whispered as she drifted off, “you’re my miracle.”
THIRTY-ONE
Waking up with Calladia in his arms was Astaroth’s new favorite thing. Of course, every moment with her brought a new favorite thing. The soft skin behind her ear, the groan she made when she was convinced she couldn’t possibly orgasm again （only to discover she could）， the discovery that she was ticklish, but though her ribs would elicit giggles, attacking her feet was risking death. She was a puzzle box, constantly revealing new secrets, and he hoarded them like a greedy dragon.
She was soft and relaxed, her face pressed against his pectoral and an arm and leg slung possessively over him. A wet patch on his skin under her lax mouth suggested she’d been drooling. He’d never found drool so delightful.
Maybe humans were on to something with this nightly sleeping thing. They weren’t wasting time; they were optimizing cuddles.
The sun was peering through the gaps in the curtains though, and the day was going to be a busy one. He reluctantly called her name.
She lifted her head, bleary-eyed and adorably tousled. “Wha—？”
He wiped his thumb over her lower lip, collecting a trace of saliva. “Time to wake up, warrior queen.”
His queen pouted, then dove back down, ramming her nose into his chest. “No,” she told his armpit.
Astaroth jostled her. “Come on,” he coaxed. “There are arses to be kicked and demons to defeat. You wouldn’t want to miss a fight, would you?”
She was stubbornly silent. Right when he was about to consider extreme measures—feet tickling would certainly get her up, though Lucifer knew if his testicles would survive the endeavor—she let out a gusty sigh. “Fine.”
He watched as she got out of bed and stretched, her body a long, elegant line. Her bikini tan lines were still fading from the summer, and it amused him that her bottom and breasts were paler than the rest of her. Giving in to temptation, he leaned over and lightly spanked her.
She yawned. “I’m up, I’m up. You don’t have to whip me like a pony.”
Now that was an intriguing idea. He wondered if there were any sex toy shops in Glimmer Falls. “Would you be interested in whipping sometime? Giving or receiving?” She would be a menace with a flogger, but he also liked the idea of tying her up and spanking her until her bum was rosy and she was begging him to shag her.