Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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"Do you think you could speak properly aside from that 'yes'?" Ravin caressed the back of her neck, tracing her spine down to the small of her back with his fingertips. "I don't think a one-word response is enough to know if I have cured you of your predicament."

Luna's eyes had remained closed, not giving him the response he wanted.

Ravin watched Luna as her head lolled to the side as if she had lost her strength.

Luna's head almost leaned towards his shoulder, her weak, lithe form, pressing into his muscled flesh.

A tiny pang of sympathy pinched his conscience, demanding his attention. 

Ravin wondered if his Amare had passed out, but he thought otherwise.

Luna's claws digging unto his shoulder blades was an obvious indication.

Was Ravin too rough with his drugging kisses or was he too forceful as the Archdemon of Lust?

Did Amare felt like his delicious pecks had violated her? 

The last thing he wanted was to be an asshole like Luxen.

  Ravin loosened the hand he had wrapped around her throat.

He wondered if he had sucked a lot of energy from her because that was what Archdemons do.

If vampires sucked blood, Archdemons would drain the energy of their target.

Mayhap, Ravin had unconsciously done it to Luna, because of the blood bond. 

A male Archdemon was also well-known for being an incubus, sucking the female's energy he copulates with. 

"Amare."Ravin's voice lowered when he felt Luna shiver, the tiny hairs on her skin standing on its ends.

Ravin lifted her chin to meet her heavy-lidded amber eyes as he rubbed his thumb on her thick lower lip. "So you have decided to ignore me again and refuse to say anything, huh." 

He moved his hand from Luna's jaw to squeeze her cheeks, cajoling her to open her mouth.

He had forced Luna to glance up at him, meeting his shrewd gaze.

Thankfully, Luna was annoyed enough to open her eyes as she bestowed him her most defiant glance. 

"If you don't want to talk, let me check your tongue to see if the precious saliva of an Archdemon Prince worked its magic." He inserted his thumb on her parted lips, merely inspecting if the silver glitters of the Angel Dust still coated her tongue. 

Luna chomped on his large thumb hard with her front teeth, and Ravin pulled it at once.

"Y-you weren't moving for a minute there." Ravin drawled huskily. "I thought you were so mind-blown you have passed out from such an amazing kiss."

Ravin was shocked at what Luna did, but he hid the proof of his desire.

Now, he imagined what other dirty things her pouty, cherry-red lips and those pearly white teeth could do.

"Just hurry up and do it, Ravin."

Clearing his throat, he asked, "Are you ready?" 

As Ravin swept Luna's bangs away from her forehead, he realized that Luna's hair had curled from the root to its ends and her fingers had pruned from staying at the water for too long.

  Her golden eyes glittered with undisguised desire, "As ready as I'll ever be."

Clenching his fists, Ravin restrained himself from grabbing her hips and shape the curve of her waist with his hands, but that would be taking too far and might earn him a deserving slap in the face.

Even if his cock was half-desperate, he fought the urge to lift the thin cloth that covered his Amare's quim and bury himself under her warm, honeyed depths until the sun rose.

Ravin had promised to lick, and as an honourable Archdemon, he shall deliver.

For now, Ravin needed to concentrate on the task-at-hand so he would be able to pass his Amare's test of loyalty.

His right arm touched the underside of her breast, and he savoured the feel of his skin rubbing against her warm, soft flesh and her rosy areolas puckering against his pectoral muscles.

Ravin angled his face to her flushed cheeks, drew in a breath as he inhaled the scent of her skin. 

He settled his tongue on her, and she hissed at the first contact.

The caress of his tongue on her cheekbones made her flinch, and she tried to push him off her.

Clasping her elbows tight to keep her from struggling, Ravin retreated and traced her jawline with butterfly kisses.

Ravin explored her upper body with gentle care.

  He slithered his tongue all over the swan-like curve of her neck, flitting on her sharp collarbones which was elegantly adorned by a small red gem settled on her clavicle.

Luna was the personification of temptation.

The taste of her sweat along with the demon blood and smattering of Angel Dust was a dangerous blend of drug snaking through his primed body, lulling him into wanting multiple rounds of sex with any female he could get his hands on.

Ravin needed to summon self-control. 

  The subtle magnetic attraction had mesmerized him as the dark potions he poured along with the demon blood permeated the atmosphere,  blending into the bathtub's hot steam, becoming denser and more tangible.

It was the icing to the proverbial cake.

He could blame everything unto his lust as the sexual tension escalated to a fever pitch.

As his fingers move to massage the balls of Luna's shoulders, Ravin's mouth glided to the silky expanse of skin on her chest down to the globes of her breasts spilling from the short linen top he hadn't removed all the way.

Luna moaned as if she was on a precipice—that fine line between pain and pleasure--every time her tongue stroke every inch of her skin.

Ravin raised his head to observe the stream of saliva he had smeared over Luna's face, neck and chest so far.

The demonic runes he had placed upon Luna the first time they had met in the Dream Realms with Lilith's help did not only fade, but they vanished as if his marks on her body didn't even exist in the first place only to be replaced by something else.