I let out a loud, uninhibited moan that bounced off the obsidian walls. I didn't care if the sound traveled through the stone to where Maegel and the lions were brooding.
In fact, I hoped it did. I wanted them to hear the wet, heavy slap of Jerome's skin against mine, the sound of their precious 'catalyst' being used with a raw, demonic lack of mercy.
"Is that… hah… so wrong?" I rasped, my hands slipping on the torn silk as I tried to hold my posture against his crushing weight. "I thought demons… appreciated… ambition."
Jerome let out a sharp laugh and suddenly reached forward, pinning my wrists to the divan and locking his fingers through mine. He leaned his full weight onto me, his cold chest pressing against my burning back, his horns glowing with a pulsing violet radiance that filled the room.
He was hitting the entrance of my womb with every single thrust, a relentless, bruising pressure that made my vision splinter into shards of gold, but it just felt so good.
