Mila's hand wrapped around Marcus's cock made it difficult for him to focus. Especially when she started stroking him and grinding herself against his hand she placed between her legs.

"Mila," Marcus said weakly, his resolve slipping. He wanted to know why she was upset but she was damn good at distracting him.

"Marcus," Mila murmured against his neck, trailing her lips along his skin until he was groaning.

It took every bit of his self-control to pull her hand away from him and take his hand out from under her skirt. He stepped back to put distance between them as he took in a deep breath. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Mila said, undoing the top button of her shirt. Marcus's eyes darted down where she kept going, undoing the next and the next. "That obsession with me gone already, devil-boy?"

"Of the two of us, your behavior right now is a lot more demon-like," Marcus said, his cock twitching as Mila slid off her shirt, leaving only the lacey bra on.

"I'm just getting comfortable," Mila shrugged, setting a hand on his chest and stretching on her toes so her lips brushed against his. "Fine. I thought I belonged to you but I guess that was all talk, because I'm pretty sure people take care of and use their belongings. I'm definitely going to use that vibrator you gave me. Feel free to watch if you get bored out here all alone."

Mila brushed past Marcus, heading towards her bedroom. Marcus let out a low growl and glanced back, watching her walk away, her ass swaying side to side, her hands coming around to her back where her bra was hooked.

Fuck it, I'll make her talk after.

Mila didn't make it to the bedroom. Marcus's strong hands seized her hips and spun her around. Marcus had her back against the wall so fast, Mila gasped from both the speed and the intensity as he slammed her back against the wall. "You want it to hurt, huh?" he growled, tearing her bra open.

"Yes," Mila answered breathlessly, watching as a spark left Marcus's fingertips and trailed up between her thighs, catching her skirt on fire and burning away the little amount of clothing she had left. "Please," Mila said, pushing his shirt up his body.

Marcus tugged his shirt the rest of the way off and grabbed Mila's jaw, staring down at her while she pushed on his jeans. "Say that again," he said, narrowing his eyes. He was halfway torn between taking her like she asked and making her talk to him. Something had to be wrong if she was saying please so quickly, she would never give him that satisfaction. Hearing her plead with him was one of his many weak spots. Especially with her, because she wouldn't beg for anything. It wasn't her nature. The fact she was already with him both turned him on so much he could've fucked her right then, and caused concern. She had to be desperate for a distraction.

"Please," Mila repeated, tugging his pants down until his cock sprang free. She wrapped her leg around his waist and tugged him closer to her, rubbing herself against him. "I want you so bad," she whispered, dragging her tongue along his neck.

Marcus groaned, his eyes flashing red. Mila licked her lips, loving when his eyes changed color like that.

"I'm not done talking about this," Marcus warned before slamming his lips on hers. Mila moaned into the kiss, rubbing her pussy against his cock as he dominated her mouth his tongue exploring, lips demanding in a bruising kiss she wanted more of.

Marcus pulled Mila away from the wall and slammed her against another on his path to the bedroom, pinning her wrists over her head. Mila gasped at the impact and rubbed herself against him faster.

Marcus dropped his hands down, lifting Mila up and shoving into her. Mila cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck as he sunk into her, fucking her against the wall. Pulling them away from the wall, he carried her into her bedroom, still sliding in and out of her as they moved. Mila squealed as Marcus abruptly dropped her on the bed. She watched as he pulled his pants off the rest of the way and brought her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. Marcus's gaze darted to the movement, his hard chest rising and falling as he watched her.

There was something about Marcus's eyes flashing that did things to Mila, and as he watched her, they were practically glowing. Seeing his real eyes, like he was barely able to contain himself had her clenching, wanting to see what the rest of him looked like. Mila sat up, setting her hand on his stomach and trailing her fingers down his abs. "Fuck me as yourself."

"What?" Marcus frowned, sucking in a breath as Mila wrapped her hand around his cock then dragged her tongue along the length.

"I want you to fuck me in your demon form," she said, standing and stroking him slowly as she stepped up to him, her breasts brushing against his bare chest. "Let me see you as you."

"I look like a monster, Mila," Marcus said, furrowing his brows.

"No, you look like you," Mila said, stroking him faster, making him groan as she pressed her naked body against his. "Let me see you as you."

"Why?"

"I don't want a filtered version of you, I want you."

Marcus swallowed as he gazed down at her. Does she even know what she does to me? "You sure?"

"Completely," Mila said, trailing her hand up, pushing her fingers through his hair where she remembered the horns being.

Marcus stared at her, not looking away once as he let out parts of him at a time, just in case she changed her mind. The first part to change was the slight added height, then the cracking as his wings and horns pushed through. Mila watched, the horns brushing against her fingers as they came through his head. She ran her finger along one of the horns. Her eyes darted to him, watching to see if he minded her touching him like that. His stare was unfaltering and completely unreadable.

The rest of him changed, his teeth growing sharper, his eyes taking on a more blood red. Under the hand that was stroking him, he grew even bigger and Mila sucked in a breathe, gazing down at his cock now longer, thicker, more veins.

"I hope you meant it when you said you want it to hurt," Marcus said, grabbing Mila and tossing her back on the bed. Instead of crawling over her, he flew over her, his black, bat-wings hovering behind him as he set his bigger hands now with claws instead of nails shoving her legs apart.

"I did," Mila said, her pussy clenching as she stared up at him in all his glory. She couldn't understand why he would say he looked like a monster. He didn't look like a monster to her.

Marcus dipped his head between her legs and Mila gasped as his tongue sunk into her pussy, so much deeper than she would've thought he could've. Mila moaned, wrapping her hands around his horns as he ate her out, his fingers curling around her thighs, claws poking against her skin.

"Oh fuck," Mila whimpered, her eyes rolling back as Marcus licked up to her clit, flicking his tongue across over and over again. "Did your tongue change too?"

Marcus lifted his head enough to stare up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe."

It was all he said before he was buried between her legs again, licking, sucking and kissing until she was arching her back and screaming out as she came. There was no break, not even a momentary pause, he only continued eating her out until she came again. His hands tightened on her, those claws leaving marks on her skin as they pressed harshly into her, holding her in place as he pleasured her until her thighs were quivering around his head.

"Marcus," Mila gasped. "Fuck me. Please."

"Say it again," Marcus growled, moving over her, his lips inches from hers as he stared down at her.

"Please," Mila repeated, running her hands down his back.

Marcus pressed his tip against her pussy, rubbing against her and coating himself in her juices as she whimpered under him. "Say you belong to me," Marcus said, wrapping his hand around her throat.

"I belong to you," Mila said, gasping when his hand tightened on her throat.

"All of you?" Marcus asked, rubbing against her slowly and torturously.

"Yes, all of me-"

Marcus shoved himself inside of her and Mila let out a scream, her nails digging into his back. Pain mixed with pleasure ripped through her so intensely, her eyes water. She gasped, her pussy contracting over and over again as it tried to adjust to his size.

"Does it hurt?" Marcus asked, his eyes softening.

"Yes," Mila said honestly, wrapping a leg around him and drawing him closer. She rocked her hips against him so he sunk in deeper. "Don't stop. I want it. Please."

Marcus groaned and pulled out of her before shoving back in. Mila cried out, her brows furrowing and back arching. Labored breathing had her chest rising and falling rapidly. Marcus dipped his head down towards her heaving breasts and sucked a hardened peak into his mouth as he started moving steadily in and out of her, groaning at how tight she was around him.

"Fuck," Mila whimpered, every thrust delivering a mixture of pain and pleasure she craved more with every motion.

"You're mine," Marcus growled, thrusting into her harder.

"Yours," Mila agreed, squeezing her eyes shut and crying out as he shoved into her.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving scratches down the length as he fucked her. He groaned and pulled out of her, sat back on his knees and flipped her over. Mila gasped when he lifted her ass and smacked it hard before shoving into her.

"Keep begging for it," Marcus said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her back as he slammed into her.

"Please," Mila whimpered, her legs shaking as he pounded into her.

Every thrust got her more adjusted to him until the pain was hardly there except when he shoved in deep. Moaning, Mila rocked her ass back against him to meet his thrusts. Mila panted, the sound of how wet she was obvious by the sound as he slid in and out of her. He filled her more than she thought she could be filled. There were no parts inside her pussy that weren't being filled up, caressed, and pounded by him all at once. She'd never felt someone stretch her to limit before and she had a feeling she was going to keep needing it.

Marcus's hand came down hard against Mila's ass, leaving a stinging that had her whimpering and clenching. "Beg," Marcus reminded her, tugging on her hair again.

Mila gasped, her fingers curling in the bed sheets. "Please," she moaned. "Don't stop."

Marcus groaned and slammed into her harder, enjoying the way she cried out and clenched on him. The sound of her murmuring 'please' over and over again as he fucked her was sending him over the edge, but he wanted to look at her when they both came. He loved watching her tits bounce, watch her face contort in pleasure as he filled her up with his cock and cum.

Marcus pulled out of Mila and turned her over, then pulled her on top of him. He reached between them as Mila sat up, straddling him breathlessly. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed against her pussy.

"Ride it," Marcus said. "I want to fuck you deep."

Mila adjusted over him, sinking her pussy down on his cock. She moaned and rested her hands on his chest, using that as leverage to help her roll and lift her hips over him. Marcus growled, gripping her hips in a tight hold as he thrusted up into her. Mila whimpered, her lips parting and brows furrowing as she rode him. He groaned at the sight, bringing one hand up and wrapping it around her throat.

Mila gasped, her eyes snapping open and meeting Marcus's gaze.

"Look at me while I fuck you," Marcus growled, his hand tightening around her throat and hip as he braced his feet against the bed and shoved into her.

Mila whimpered, moving her hips as fast she could, grinding down on him. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving more scratches as she screamed when Marcus grabbed her ass in both hands and started moving into her harder. He hit so deep, the little cries felt out of her control. She sunk down on him, her head in his chest as he continued fucking her.

"Marcus, please," Mila whimpered, lifting her head and gazing up at him. He sank his cock into her harder, his other hand smacking her ass.

"Cum on my cock, mea deliciae," Marcus said, smacking her ass again, so hard she let out a little yelp followed by a moan.

The action along with his cock sliding in and out of her sent over the edge and she buried her face in his chest. Marcus grabbed her hair and tugged back so he could watch her face as she came, the cries and whimpers while she clenched on his cock leaving him groaning while he came inside her.

Mila collapsed on him the moment he released her hair. He brought his hand up to her scalp, pressing his fingers against where he tugged so hard. Mila sighed against him, almost smiling as Marcus's other hand caressed over where her ass still was still stinging from his smack.

Marcus's cock slipped out of her and Mila let out a little whine. It was amazing, the best sex she'd ever had, but she'd be lying if she said he didn't do exactly what she asked him to. She was sore. Mila groaned and set her palms on his chest, lifting herself off him and taking several slow breaths in an attempt to even out her pounding heart. "I need a bath."

"Did I hurt you?" Marcus asked, sitting up and cupping her face.

"Exactly the way I wanted you to," Mila said, pressing a brief kiss against his lips before climbing off him.

Climbing off him wasn't so simple. She winced at the slight pain and slowly made her way to the bathroom.

"Mila," Marcus called out. Mila paused and glanced back, offering a smile so he'd know she was okay. "What happened today?"

Mila's smile faltered and she hated the way her eyes stung. She shrugged and faced forward, continuing to the bathroom without looking back. "Nothing, just a shitty day."

"Mila," Marcus growled.

"Seriously, I'm fine," Mila said, smiling back at him as she opened the door. "Just sore. I need a soak. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

She went inside and closed the door before Marcus responded. He sat up and stared at the door, listening to the sound of the water turn on. He listened closer and under the sound of the running water was the unmistakable sound of Mila crying.