Married To A Sex Demon

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“Your highness,” the maid whimpered, her blood thrumming with a need she couldn’t resist. “Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was pleading for. For his absence or his touch. “I am married, with two children,” she added in hopes that her words would take effect on the demon who held her in his grasp like he owned her, because she no longer had the strength to walk away. But Kayden knew nothing of the word mercy, and when he pushed into her, it was with the same ruthlessness she had come to identify him with. And despite herself, her pride, she begged for more. She cried out his name, tightening around him, pleasure and delicious aches melding, and she didn’t know where she ended or where he began. But she did know one thing. He was the devil, and she was his.