“DEVASTATING.” HIS ROUGHENED fingertips traced the curve of Camilla’s breast, thumb rolling across her tender nipple. She felt the corresponding twitch of his arousal against her backside, spread her thighs a bit wider as she rubbed herself against him.
Camilla brushed his dark hair from his brow, pausing to admire the beauty of him.
He was all bronze skin and sharp shadows now, the light of the moon revealing only slices of the chiseled angles of his face. She couldn’t help but drink in the deep hunter green of the runner on the throne room’s checkered floors as they spread behind him.
She imagined painting him like an angel, unfurling in the darkness of this room. She tentatively traced the bridge of his nose, as strong and powerful as the rest of him.
“Camilla.” His voice was as tender as his touch when he pulled her closer. “I have one request. I want you to say my true name when you come.”
She pulled back, searching his eyes. It was no small request. “I thought demons closely guarded their true names.” “Which is why I only wish for you to say it tonight.”
She considered this, knowing it couldn’t be a normal request. Otherwise, half the realm would likely know his true name. But maybe he needed to feel less alone just this once. After walking through his empty corridors, she thought she understood why. If anyone knew what it was like to want to
chase away loneliness, it was Camilla.
She nodded. “All right. Tell me.” “Leviaethan.”
It was beautiful; the way he’d whispered it rolled off the tongue. Levi- aethan. He’d spoken like it was two words, two names. She imagined them as the wolves of his House symbol: Levi and Aethan.
Camilla leaned forward, kissing him softly, then nipping at his lush bottom lip, giving him a secretive grin. The time for talking was through. He’d promised to be a demon and right now he was being far too charming.
She lifted herself up a few inches, then angled her body before lowering onto him, only taking the first inch or so. Testing.
“Fuck.” His breath came out in a harsh burst.
In another wondrously fast movement, he had her on her back. Her legs spread wide as he pressed closer, lowering his weight, supporting himself on two strong arms on either side of her head. His powerful mass was an erotic sensation on top of her.
She inhaled as deeply as she could, his scent filling the space around her. All she could see was him, all she could feel. And she loved it. Wanted more.
Envy kissed her. Slow at first, his tongue reminding her of all the sensual things it had just done to her. She clawed him closer, her body already throbbing as his cock twitched at her entrance.
He smiled against her neck, pausing his torturous exploration as she attempted to seat him inside her from their current position. His low laugh sent a dark thrill through her, the pulse shooting straight to that juncture between her legs.
“Patience, Camilla, darling. I promise I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as you like, soon.”
Before she could argue, his mouth had closed over her breast. His tongue did that glorious thing—a combination of tantalizing strokes and slight scrapes of teeth that made her throb everywhere.
Her hands tangled in his hair again, her body arching up to meet his. They’d played this game long enough; she needed him. Needed that release.
“Please.”
Envy glanced up, his hungry expression matching hers.
He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing his tip back and forth
across her folds, ensuring that she was slick and ready even though he knew damn well she was.
He pushed in slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his size, her walls clenching around his intrusion.
Envy brushed his lips across hers, the kiss quickly becoming a tangle of tongues and teeth, then pushed in deeper, her breath catching against his.
Camilla realized the kissing was a distraction, to help her body relax, to welcome his impressive length. They repeated the motions, him slowly thrusting in, inch by inch, pausing to kiss and tease, bringing Camilla to the brink of pleasure, then pulling out. Each time he plunged in farther, stretching her, but she still feared he’d never completely fit.
With a final, powerful thrust, he was seated fully inside her. He propped himself up on his forearms, searching her face. “You’re all right?”
“Yes.” Camilla’s voice was breathless. All right was an understatement. His size filled her beyond what she’d imagined she could take. She felt every twitch of him, every throb of herself responding to that silent call. She’d never felt more alive.
Tentatively, she gripped his elbows and shifted her hips, sliding across the marble to take him impossibly deeper. He pulled out with a hiss and then thrust back in. God, he was enormous, taking up every trembling inch of her, owning her flesh with each stroke.
He hadn’t lied. He would ruin her.
Camilla wasn’t sure how anyone else would ever compare.
She caught the sharpness in his gaze moments before snowflakes began to fall across her skin. He must have sensed she’d thought of others. The territorial, beautiful beast.
“No one will.” He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back home, earning a moan from her.
“What?” She was nearly incoherent from pleasure, waves of it crashing through her with each expert roll of his hips. But he needed to say it, confirm her thoughts.
“Touch you again,” he said. “I’d kill them.”
His mouth claimed hers, branded her. When they broke away from the kiss, his look said it all: mine. Something primal in her liked that. Wanted to claim him in return.
He must have read the look on her face. If he’d been holding back, he stopped.
Envy set a punishing pace, one hand now gripping her hip, anchoring her as each thrust went deeper, faster, moving her body with its force.
Camilla gripped his shoulders, nails viciously digging into his flesh, branding him.
Hers.
She matched his pace with her own, meeting each of his strokes, slamming their bodies together until they were both swearing out loud.
Sweat dripped down his chest, mixing with hers. Their limbs slid together everywhere, the sensation erotic. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the musky scent of their union—it was heady. Wonderful. So beautifully wicked it made her pulse pound.
“Harder,” she commanded. “Fuck, Camilla.”
His voice was raw, his grip on her tightening. They were both going to be scratched and bruised by the end of the night.
If he was going to ruin her, she wanted to ruin him, too.
Let him remember this night of passion, think of her hips crashing against his, their bodies shattering long before their stubborn wills ever would. She wanted him to shout her name, his orgasm ripped from the deepest depths of his soul.
“More,” she said, pulling him closer, tasting every inch of his salty skin she could.
She tugged his hair harder, his mouth crashing against hers before falling over her neck, her chest, her breasts. He licked and kissed and nipped until she thought she’d go mad.
He slipped a hand between them, playing with her sensitive clit, his cock still pistoning in and out. She was drenched, her body holding on to him tightly, needing him deeper.
He was branding her, forever imprinting himself in her body and worse, her heart. She reached down, gripping his length too. Her hands slick with their passion.
“Camilla.” He swore, fucking her so hard the chandeliers began to sway above them.
She hoped they’d bring his throne room crashing down around them.
Still making love in the debris. Powerful. That was what she wanted to feel right now. She wanted him to remember this night the same way she would never forget it.
“Wait.”
He stopped instantly, his breath ragged. He was still buried deep inside her, cock throbbing with his heightened pulse. It was almost enough to make her forget her request. The way it hit that spot deep inside her… he was her god in that moment.
Though she’d never admit it.
She pushed at his chest. “I want to fuck you on your throne.”
He looked her over carefully, his expression inscrutable. Then he grinned.
“Lovely little deviant.”
His smile was radiant, warmer than any summer’s day, his eyes just as bright. It was an expression she’d never seen on him before, an expression that made her breath catch.
For a male whose displeasure chilled the air around them so often, she really shouldn’t have been surprised that his joy could rival the sun with its warmth.
In a flash, he was seated on the throne with Camilla on his lap, facing away from him.
She steadied herself by gazing out at the chamber. From where they sat now, with the tall arched windows directly behind them, they were both bathed in an otherworldly glow.
Camilla ran her fingers across the arms of the throne, admiring the silver filigree she hadn’t noticed from afar. Hunter-green velvet cushions softened the back and seat, with two covered sections on the arms. It was a beautiful throne. Powerful and sleek. Like the male who ruled from it.
Emeralds glittered in the metal, the gemstone meant to inspire envy. Across from them, towering canvases hung along the walls. Winged beings, florals, scenes of war and glory.
This, too, was a battle. One she’d not fought before.
Envy leaned back, legs spread wide, allowing her to do with him as she pleased. She shifted forward, flattening her palms on his thighs for better leverage.
Envy positioned himself against her entrance, waiting for her to make
her move. His other hand stroked up her spine, encouraging, tender.
He misunderstood her hesitation. Camilla hadn’t paused out of nerves, she was allowing him to drink her in from behind, freezing the moment so it would imprint on him in some way. She knew he’d have a wonderful view of her backside, knew it would drive him wild. The idea of him being turned on, losing control, made her so wet it ought to be a crime.
She wanted him to picture her there, poised to take him. Right there on the seat of his power. Camilla wanted Envy never to forget that he might rule over his sinful court, but she’d ruled his body for one blissful moment in time. Just as he’d owned hers.
He expected her to take him inch by inch again, and she earned a surprised huff as she sank onto him in one hard motion. They both swore, their panting a mixture of pleasure and pain. He filled her so incredibly much, from this position, he went deeper.
Camilla slowly lifted herself up, all the way up his shaft, then dropped again, this time circling her hips. He swore. His mouth finding her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin.
Envy gripped her hips, kneading her flesh as he allowed her to set the pace.
She rolled her hips, her movements slow and purposeful. Until she leaned forward, hitting a spot that made her moan, and fire seared through her veins.
After that, their game didn’t matter. Only their pleasure. Soon his thrusts matched hers, his hands moving her up and down as she bounced on his length.
Her muscles ached from the movement, tightened. She didn’t care.
Envy kissed along her spine, his fingers digging into her sides. His cock swelled inside her the same moment the most intense bolt of heat raced through her.
They both swore, fucking harder, knowing the end was upon them. She was no longer sure whether he was making love to her or she was making love to him. They were frantic, feral, pounding against each other as if their very lives depended on it.
Right before she came, his fingers slid across her slick folds, teasing her clit until she lost herself in the sensations, her orgasm roaring through her. Wave after wave of sparking pleasure hit her, tugging her under, over, and
she yelled his true name. “Leviaethan!”
Warmth spurted inside her as his release found him, and Camilla plummeted over the edge again, riding the last waves of pleasure until she turned boneless and fell back against Envy’s chest, breath heaving.
His arms circled her, drawing little shapes along her stomach, under her ribs, along the curve of her breasts with his own quivering muscles.
“Fucking hell.” His breath was warm on her neck, her skin pebbling pleasantly. He’d softened a little but remained inside her. “You kiss like a saint but fuck like a deviant.”
“I wanted our one night to count.”
“Fucking hell,” he said again, quieter this time. Perhaps she had ruined him.
Her lips twitched upward before the smile faded.
Dawn wasn’t far off, and they needed to get the next clue. Their time was over.
The moment she stood, she knew she’d be leaving this fantasy behind.
To his credit, Envy didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave their little bubble behind either. She knew he must be thinking of the game again too. Of what it meant to his court.
Yet he stayed right there. With her. Like he didn’t wish to be anywhere else.
His hands moved to her arms, lightly tracing them.
Their breathing had long since evened out, and the silence hung heavy between them.
The slow, light touches moved along her silhouette, her waist, the curve of her hip, then meandered below her navel, sliding closer to where their bodies were still joined.
Her breath hitched as his hand dipped lower. He was hard again. “What about the game?” she asked, hating that she had.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.” “Thank fuck.”
He shifted so that Camilla was fully seated on him but he was in a more commanding position. While she was still facing away, her back to his chest, he was the one in control, lifting her up along his shaft, teasing her
with the ridge as he slowly pumped in and out, making love to her like he’d never let go. There wasn’t anything hard and fast about his movements.
Now that he was back in control, he focused solely on wringing as much pleasure from her body as he could. The ridge of him hit a spot inside her that stole her thoughts.
He pulled out, then thrust in again, hitting that same glorious place.
She leaned against him, hands curled back around his neck, playing with his hair. He reached around, cupping her breasts as he moved, allowing himself room to thrust.
“See that mirror over there?” he asked, pointing to a gilded mirror she hadn’t noticed across the room.
“Yes.”
“Watch.” He widened his legs, forcing hers to follow his lead, exposing her glistening sex. If his court had been here, they would have had quite the show. She had quite the show.
Envy’s fingers swirled over her clit, pressing against it while he slowly thrust up.
Camilla practically panted from the sight. “Watch how hard I make you come.”
Camilla bit her lip, already feeling her body’s response to his wicked demand.
His gaze remained locked on where their bodies were joined, drinking in the sight like a starving man who’d come upon a feast. He drew his fingers to his mouth, attention locked on hers in the mirror as he licked her arousal off.
“So fucking sweet.”
When he touched her again, with his erection nestled deep inside, it was almost too much.
He pressed tender kisses to her neck, his fingers continuing to slowly torture her. He thrust once in a while, just to add to the overwhelming sensations vying for her attention.
His legs widened farther, baring her more. Soon, much too soon, her breath turned uneven. Her climax was close.
Her eyes drifted shut.
Envy slapped her clit, sending a wave of sensation through her. “Eyes open.”
“Beast.”
“You fucking adore it.” That she did.
Camilla kept her attention fixed on their show, feeling and watching his skill as a lover; he was drawing pleasure the same way she could draw realms. And he was every bit as talented.
“Come for me, love.”
His teeth were on her neck, his thrusts coming faster now. Still slow, still punishingly wonderful. But he was close again too, waiting to join her the moment she tumbled over the edge. Camilla tried to hold off, tried to prolong this moment. But her body responded to his quiet demands, finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Leviaethan!” She came with his name on her lips again.
This time, when he shouted her name, then held her in his arms, she felt like he was already long gone. Like a star shooting across the night sky, there was nothing left but the memory of how beautifully bright it had once shined.
