Page 39 of All Your Bloody Lies

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Kairhyse

Xeraphine is absolutely no damsel in distress. This isn’t me chasing a mere Mundane. No, this is a monster chasing a demon.My little demon. Her fighting will only be her undoing. She’s mine until I’m forced to give her up, and even then, I may not have the strength to do that. The thought of her being someone else’s obsession? Absolutely not. There’s no question. That will not be happening.

I’m glad she’s fast. Watching her nearly disappear as she sprints across the parking lot and into the forest has my dick hard immediately. That perfectly round ass is like a beacon for me to follow until I’m dead.

My pursuit is instant, the trees whisper by as I break through the forest lining. The wind is flying past, playing the soundtrack to my intense focus. I need to keep her scent directly in front of me.

She’s a demon, and we are equals. One slip of my stature and she will completely separate my head from my shoulders. It doesn’t matter how much she enjoyed me pleasing her, that beautiful woman would not hesitate, and I’m okay with that.

I don’t want to die; I quite enjoy my life, especially now. If she were to somehow end my life, I’d defy Belial himself to claw my way back into this world. Oh, to see the look on her face when I tell her I fought the Beyond’s ruler to return to her.

I can hear her now,“You fucking weird prick!”

The night in this dense forest envelops everything in a hush, broken only by the serenade of crickets and the rhythmic crunch of leaves. We are both desperate for our own release—she, from my unrelenting pursuit, and I, to be back inside of her, ravaging her until she screams out that damn nickname of mine.

“Fuck off!” she screams, and I am barely capable of keeping my wits about me.

Gods, I do enjoy hearing her scream, but I’ve got mixed feelings. Part of me wants to shut her up with my cock so far down her throat her life is threatened, and the other, wants to listen to her sing a song of absolute filth.

I’m lost in thoughts of her cunt soaking my cock when I realize I only hear one set of rushing feet. Thankful for my quick reflexes, I manage to dodge just in time as her shin nearly crushes my face.

Her silvern eyes are breathtakingly stunning. They truly resemble the moon, and I refuse to believe they aren’t the wonder itself. Her cardigan hangs off her shoulders, and her perfect tits rise with each of her deep breaths.

“Fucking Beyond,” I draw in a sharp breath through my teeth. I want to bend her over for the way she’s looking at me. As though I am the most disgusting thing she has ever laid her eyes on. “I’ve seen the men you feast on, little demon, don’t disrespect me with that look of filth.”

I revel in the way her nose twitches, “You are filth. Filthy stalker.” She grins, but not because she’s finding any humor in the game that we’re playing. “We are far enough for them not to hear you scream now.”

As much as I don’t want to laugh at her, it slips from my lips, “If you truly wanted me dead, you would kill me anywhere.”

“Not in front of amental facilityyou fucking moron,“ she hisses.

“No, even there. If you wanted me dead, you’d do it. Let us not lie to each other, hmm?” I dare to take a step toward her, but she doesn’t falter. There is no fear of me in her eyes, and I’m still processing that. I do want her to fear me, but I suppose I haven’t given her much of a reason to. “I think we can be honest. A monster, to a demon.”

She scoffs and unbuttons her cardigan slowly, “Okay, why are you so obsessed with me? You had the opportunity to take me to Achille, but you didn’t. What do you want from me?”

Too predictable, “For many reasons, one is that you are a challenge.”

The way her eyebrow rises, and she gestures for me to continue makes my dick twitch, as though she has any power to demand more. How truly cute she is.

“I can throw that question right back at you, why didn’t you kill me? You absolutely could have.”

As she reaches the last button of the dark red wool sweater, her belly button peeking between her leggings and crop top catches my eye. I enjoy bantering, but Vayl above, I want to lose myself in her.

“I don’t always want to kill.” Although I can tell that is the truth, that isn’t the reason she didn’t kill me. I’m contemplating being a dick and pressing for more, but she continues. “I’m regretting it, trust me. I seem to be doing that a lot these days.”

“What’s that?” I hum.

She shrugs off the sweater, andfuck me, I want to sink my teeth into her shoulder, and then into that delicate neck to claim her. Even though she’ll heal it nearly immediately, anyone else that attempts to do so will taste me—sense me—be a fucking fool to even try to fight that she’s mine until I say otherwise.

“My list of regrets. They are piled high thanks to you.”

I never take my eyes off of her, and I’m glad for that because suddenly she’s in my face with a balled fist coming right toward my nose. The loud clash of it smacking into my hand sends the leaves around us flying outward.

The thought of her using that force to ride me, has me questioning if my dick is ready for once. “Do you regret coming all over my face?” With a forceful tug, I bring her to me, my free hand slipping between her thighs and running the length of her slit.

Her warmth against my fingers makes me groan. She hasn’t seeped through her clothes, but she’s aroused. Her scent is so powerful, especially this close. “Remember, no lying, little demon.”

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