บท 82: Chapter Eight Two

"Please I can't take it anymore!" 

Rina's body trembled uncontrollably. 

At this point she could barely lift her arms. Her body went slack from the amount of pleasure her mate decided to literally thrust upon her.

"Shit," she whined.

Damien's tongue swept lazy strokes across her swollen nether lips. The soft attention was almost as bad as the hard and fast strokes. Everything was so sensitive now, it was unbearable too much.

Panting, she finally managed to grip his silver locks. Rina pulled at them not caring if it hurt him. She looked down at her slick body into his piercing golden orbs. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as well but it was nowhere near the drenched form she was in. The demon Lord flattened his tongue against her core and dragged it over her peaking pearl.

Rina's head tipped back, her mouth opened but no sound came out. The hand that held his hair in a painfully tight grip loosened its hold.