Throne of the Fallen

Gods’ fucking blood. With a small smile, Camilla boldly wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, which pulsed harder than steel. He all but passed out.

A bead of liquid glimmered on the tip, proof of how aroused Envy was too. She swirled the liquid with a fingertip, circling the ridge, and he let loose a curse.

“Mm.” Her eyes darkened.

Without warning, she suddenly lowered her mouth, following the same path with her tongue. His body coiled from the sensation of her gentle sucking.

She drew back, licking her lips. “You taste like sin too. My favorite kind.”

“Camilla.”

His hands pressed into the marble floor, his breathing turning shallow. She had him by the balls, quite literally.

She drew more of him into her mouth, her grip on his shaft just shy of painful while she swirled her tongue across the tip.

He jerked inside the heat of her mouth, but she took him deeper, pumping her fist up and down as she licked. She couldn’t seem to help herself; she moaned, and the vibration sent little sparks of pleasure up his spine. Fuck, Camilla missed nothing. She swallowed him down more, then groaned as if sucking his cock turned her on as much as it turned him on.

He propped himself up on one elbow, watching with half-lidded eyes as she played with him, licking in slow, lazy, tantalizing strokes.

“Fuck.”

He threaded his fingers through her shimmering hair. Her head bobbed up and down, her rhythm getting faster, her suction harder. She wanted him to come. The muscles in his abdomen tightened with each flick of her tongue. He was close.

He wanted her. All of her. Desperately.

She paused and looked up the length of his body, over his strong hips and his muscled stomach, his tattoos dancing across his gleaming chest, drinking him in.

Camilla had tamed the beast. The uncivilized demon pacing below the surface of his princely veneer bowed to her, a loyal servant to its master.

He saw the exact moment she realized that.

A slow, wicked smile crossed his face.

He knew, too. Maybe he’d known longer than she had that one day this silver-haired, sharp-eyed, clever woman would bring him to his knees, and he’d be all too willing to go.

Envy suddenly pulled her up, onto his chest, her velvet dress caressing his flesh, his knees bent behind her in support. His cock twitched against her bare backside.

His gaze turned molten.

“Take off your dress.”

His command, his low growl… it appealed to her. He felt the truth of that by how much more aroused she became. She liked when he ordered her around in the bedroom.

Camilla arched a brow, bracing her hands on his shoulders. “What happened to you destroying me?”

He skimmed his hands up her sides, along her collarbones, across her chest, and then ripped her dress down the middle, from collar to hem, savagely tossing the pieces aside.

She had on a beautiful scrap of lacy lingerie that he admired for all of one beat before he shredded that, too.

If she wanted him to be wicked, he would make all her dark fantasies come true tonight.

FIFTY-THREE

“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.