Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 937

Chapter 937: Serious Series

Kaiden grinned. "Serious Series: Obliterating Fingers."

"So CORNY- ANNHGGHH!!!"

He worked her, firm and relentless, his fingers moving with the kind of confident, direct pressure that he knew turned Luna from a foul-mouthed gremlin into a shaking mess. His forearm corded with the effort of keeping her wrists locked while his other hand destroyed her composure from the inside out, and she watched his arm flex with every movement through half-lidded eyes that had given up on anger and settled for hunger.

"Ahn-! Nnh- you- fuck-"

*Pap. Pap. Pap.*

The wet sound of his fingers filled the training room and Luna’s legs fell open wider, giving him access she would have died before admitting she wanted, and her hips rolled against his hand in a desperate grind.

"Kai- I’m- fuck, I’m going to-"

He instantly withdrew his hand.

The scream she produced could have stripped paint. "I’LL KILL YOU! PUT IT BACK RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR ON EVERY-"

"So." He looked down at her, pinned and ruined and flushed from her collarbones to her hairline. "What’s the prize?"

Luna’s grin came back, but it was wrecked. Trembling at the corners, bravado doing real work to hold itself together over a foundation of want so obvious it was almost sad.

"A second round..." she murmured bashfully, cheeks hot.

He kissed her.

"Mmm!" Luna made a sound against his mouth, sharp and startled, and then her whole body surged against his, not to escape but to get closer. Her wrists strained against his grip because she wanted her hands on him and he wasn’t letting her have them, and the frustration of it came out as a growl into his mouth that vibrated through his teeth.

He let go of one wrist. She immediately grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled him down harder against her, kissing him with the same ferocity she brought to everything, teeth and tongue and zero patience.

She got a hand free and tried to roll him. Genuinely tried. She hooked her leg around his hip and threw her weight sideways, and for half a second she almost had it, her body leveraging his momentum, and he caught her mid-roll and pinned her again, flat on her back, both wrists above her head.

"Hn!" She glared up at him, panting, furious, aroused. "Let me-"

"This is the second round. Fight back with all your might, my adorable Luna~"

He kissed her neck. She arched into it, cursed, tried to flip him again. This time he caught her leg with his and scissored her flat, and she gasped as his weight settled heavier across her hips.

"You’re such a- hn- fucking-"

He pulled her tank top over her head in one motion. She helped, arms up, because even Luna’s stubbornness couldn’t compete with wanting his hands on her. The garment sailed somewhere behind them. She was petite beneath him, and when his hand spread across her bare stomach it covered most of the real estate.

She tried to roll him again.

He let her get halfway, let her feel the triumph of almost winning, and then reversed her back down onto the mat with his palm flat between her shoulder blades. Her cheek hit the padding and she snarled.

"THAT is cheating-"

His mouth found the back of her neck and the snarl dissolved into a hiss and her fingers clawed the mat. He kissed down her spine and she shivered and stopped fighting and started arching into him instead, and the line between wrestling and foreplay vanished.

He flipped her onto her back again. She kicked her shorts off herself because waiting for him was intolerable. He pinned her wrists above her head, one-handed, and used the other hand to touch her the way he’d learned she liked: firm, direct, no teasing.

"Ahh!" Her back came off the mat. "Fuck- right there, yeah-"

He stopped.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify