Taken by the Incubus (The Complete Erotic Story, including One Night with an Incubus, Revenge of the Incubus, and Taken by the Incubus) (9 page)

He laughs, then pulls me up, drawing me into his arms and standing next to the bed. Feeling his strength is an incredible turn-on after worrying that I had lost him forever. Soren is here. He is timeless and merciless and completely mine.

He gets a firm grip on my thighs. “That’s what you think?” His expression is so mocking that it catches me off guard, poking at the raw places in my heart where my doubts and fears reside. He takes advantage of my moment of hesitation and thrusts his hips up, sliding his thick shaft between my pussy lips. I gasp and cling to his shoulders. He does it once more and breaches me, filling me completely.

Our gazes lock. My heart stutters, not with the drain of energy, but with anxiety. “That’s what I think,” I whisper.

His jaw clenches and he pivots his hips, withdrawing and then thrusting in again. My head hangs back, and I tense my legs and rock against him. Whether he loves me or not, no one has ever been better and fucking me over the edge of sanity. My juices bathe the base of his cock and his balls as he pumps himself into me, and finally he groans and walks forward, still buried inside me, until my back is against a wall. Using that leverage, he plunges in brutally, pushing himself to the absolute limit of my body and then doing it again.

My pussy is so full, so pliant and needy, that every time he withdraws, I feel like I’m starving. I sob with the ecstasy of it, my hands roaming over his muscular back as his body flexes and thrusts, a machine of pure animal grace. “Tell me,” I whisper as his sweaty brow rests against my shoulder, as he rams himself into me again. “Tell me if I’m right.”

“I’m in love with you,” he groans, picking up his pace, his balls slapping at my ass with each impact, filling the air with a heady scent and delicious sound. “I don’t know how you did this to me, but I can’t undo it, no matter how I try. And I don’t want to try anymore.”

My hands drift to his ass as it bucks unsteadily between my legs. I slide my finger down the crack, stimulating those nerves and drawing a string of curses from his lips. He stumbles backwards with me in his arms and falls onto the bed before rolling on top of me. He hikes my leg up, spreading me wide, and dives into my pussy again. With every thrust, he tells me clearly--he may love me, but his love is not an easy thing, not a gentle thing. No, it is a ravenous, seductive, all-consuming thing, a fire that will devour me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I laugh and gasp and scream as my pleasure swirls inside of me, all around me, winding around
Soren’s body, sliding up his legs and along the most tender, vulnerable parts of him. He palms my ass and pushes himself deep. “You feel the same way,” he says, and it’s not a question.

Soren’s
certainty is one of the sexiest things about him. Unlike me, he does not doubt his own power or magnetism. He also doesn’t doubt me. I think it’s what made it possible for him to let himself go … because he trusted me so utterly that he was able to give himself up completely.

“I feel the same way,” I confirm as he pulls all the way out and plunges in again. “I will kill anyone or anything that tries to harm you.”

“My fierce, beautiful succubus,” he says, slowing his pace, lowering his body until it crushes mine. “I don’t need your promises or threats.” His mouth crashes to mine, his jaw powerful between my fingers as he controls the kiss. “I only need your surrender.”

He takes my face in his hands and stares down at me as he undulates, relentless and deep in his penetration. Every muscle in his body is taut and trembling with tension. My legs are splayed out on either side of him, my pelvis rising and falling with the merciless, delicious onslaught. My clit tingles, my pussy clenches, and wordless cries slip from my lips as he
cants his hips into me and withdraws over and over. Thoughts slip from my mind. I begin to wonder what day it is, what year it is, who I am. I begin to understand that it doesn’t matter. The air is filled with Soren, just as I am, and
still
I want more. I dig my fingernails into his ass, demanding. He grinds and I open myself completely, as if I could take his whole self inside me.

He groans just as I start to come, and the two of us jerk and cling as our orgasms shatter us.
Soren is my anchor, the core of my existence, the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that’s real. We are equals, we are lovers, we are the same creature, inevitable and inseparable. His body is my home and mine is his. I have no idea what the future will hold, but I know that in this moment, that is the truth. The ecstasy explodes in waves through my belly and chest, and when I feel the searing jet of Soren’s release against my womb, the spasms start anew, sparking and flashing in the air around us. It goes on and on, this overwhelming pleasure, and then finally lays us down, panting and weak, but still in each other’s arms.

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