CHAPTER 5

ARIA

“I—I can’t—it’s too much—”

He held my legs wider. “You’ll hold it. Don’t waste a single drop.”

His cum—hot, heavy, unrealistic in volume—kept oozing out, soaking me completely. My pussy was wrecked. Ruined. Raw. So full I felt bloated.

And he just smiled.

Watching it leak out, watching me tremble beneath him.

“That’s what happens when a real incubus fucks you,” he said, brushing hair from my face.

I whimpered.

Lucien leaned down and kissed me — slow, sensual, sinful. His hips still twitching, cock still deep inside me, still plugging me up with everything he’d given me.

“I’m not done with you,” he whispered. “Not even...