Page 38 of The Demon and the Broken Girl

“I don’t know,” I manage, voice quivering. “It just happened. I felt them hurting me, and I… snapped.”

His eyes flick to the bodies strewn around us, then back to me. For a moment, no words pass, only the electricity in the air.I killed them,or came close enough that their survival is uncertain. My entire body still pulses with that savage high, blood sizzling. My mind whirls with confusion and a new, burning sensation low in my stomach—like the raw fury of the fight has turned into something else.

Daeva steps nearer, concern etching his features. “Calla, are you hurt?” He lifts a hand to hover near my cheek, eyes searching.

I press my lips together, trembling. The cuts on my arm sting, but not as sharply as the hunger pounding inside me. Our bond resonates with unbridled energy, and I see it mirrored in his gaze. The violence of battle, the demonic magic surging in my veins—somehow it’s morphing into a molten desire that spirals out of control. My breath shudders, and the moment I catch the raw intensity in his silver-blue eyes, I realize I’m not alone in this madness.

He seems caught off guard by the arousal flaring in our tether. I see his throat bob.He senses it. He wants me.Despite the turmoil mere hours ago, the primal need overshadowing everything else demands release.

I lick my lips, stepping closer. My heart pounds as I catch the faint tremor in his body, the way his fists clench at his sides.“Daeva,” I whisper, a husky edge to my voice. “I—I can’t stop this feeling.”

His eyes darken, shadowed by longing and conflict. “You’re under the influence of… the power,” he says, voice strained. “It’s twisting your adrenaline.”

“Maybe so,” I murmur, taking another step. Our bodies almost touch, the air between us crackling. “But I know I want you.”

He inhales sharply, eyes flaring wide. I sense his furious desire, reined in by a thin thread. The memory of our bond’s tension, the earlier arguments, and the swirl of jealousy and fear now combust into a fierce magnetism. He sets his hands on my shoulders, half-intending to push me away, but the moment our bodies meet, the bond ignites. My breath catches at the heat of his touch, electricity dancing along my skin.

“Calla,” he groans, voice torn. “We shouldn’t?—”

I lift onto my toes, pressing my lips to his in a bruising kiss that tastes of blood and fury. He freezes for a split second, then surrenders, responding with desperate hunger. Our mouths collide, tongues sliding together in a frantic clash. I moan against him, fingers digging into his chest, feeling the firm planes of muscle beneath his shirt.

He exhales a ragged sound, hands sliding around my waist, hauling me tight against him. The world blurs, overshadowed by the savage tangle of our mouths, the smell of sweat and ozone from spent magic. My body hums with need, and the bond pulses, echoing each frantic heartbeat. Every breath fans the flames of desire, as though the fight and the kill unleashed something primal in us both.

“Calla,” he gasps, breaking the kiss long enough to stare into my eyes. His pupils are blown wide, face flushed with want. “This is madness. We?—”

I clutch his tunic, cutting off his words with another feverish kiss. He meets me halfway, devouring my mouth with the same ferocity I poured into killing those elves. The cave that once stood between us cracks beneath this unstoppable force of shared hunger. I sense the tension of conflict in his aura, but lust and the bond overshadow his reservations.We can’t hold back.

His fingers claw at my shirt like he’s starved for the feel of me, all rough impatience and trembling need. I don’t bother with finesse—I yank at his cloak, sending it slithering to the ground as we crash down among the rocks. My skin sings under his touch, every scrape of his calloused hands a brand. He traces the cuts along my arms, his touch equal parts worship and punishment, and when his teeth graze my collarbone, I arch against him with a gasp.

Fuck.

The taste of him—smokeand salt and something darker—floods my mouth. I want to devour him. I want his cock pressed against my thigh, want his fingers buried in my pussy, want him to ruin me right here in the dirt.

Time fractures.The night is nothing but the slick slide of skin, the ragged hitch of his breath, the way his hips grind against mine like he’s already imagining how deep he’ll split me open. Between us, the bond thrums, molten and vicious, turning every touch into a promise, every moan into a prayer.

His kiss is a bruise,his tongue a claiming. I rake my nails down his back, savoring the way he growls, low and filthy, against my lips. This isn’t just hunger—it’s possession. The same fire thathad us tearing through enemies now has us tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel the heat of bare flesh.

And then hishand fists in my hair, tilting my head back as his other hand slips between my thighs. His fingers drag through my slick, teasing, torturing, before plunging inside with a groan. “Oh, you’re dripping,” he rasps, and I bite his shoulder to muffle my cry.

We don’t speak.We don’t need to. The way his cock throbs against my hip tells me everything—how badly he wants to be sheathed inside me, how hard he’ll fuck me when he finally gets there.

"Yes, finally,"he growls, his voice rough as gravel, fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise. "This is the me you want, Calla. You want all of me. Now you take it."

And then he does.

No sweet preamble,no gentle testing of waters—just one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. I cry out, my back arching off the jagged rocks beneath me, my nails scraping down his sweat-slicked shoulders. "Gods—fuck—Daeva!"

He doesn’t giveme time to adjust. He owns the stretch, the delicious burn, setting a punishing pace from the first second. My pussy clenches around him like a vice, greedy, needy, and he snarls against my throat, "That’s it. Squeeze me just like that,Calla. You feel so good, no one does it like you. Fucking choke on my dick."

I lockmy legs around his hips, heels digging into the hard muscle of his ass, urging him deeper. "Harder, Daeva. Take me, make me yours," I gasp, my voice breaking as he slams into me again, knocking the air from my lungs. "I said harder?—"

"You’ll takewhat I give you," he bites out, but his hips snap forward anyway, driving into me with enough force to make my vision blur. The rocks bite into my back, sharp and unforgiving, but the pain only sharpens the pleasure, each thrust sending sparks up my spine.

The air isthick with the smell of us—sweat, sex, the primal musk of skin on skin. There’s the stench of blood in the air, heigtening my senses. His rhythm is relentless, his cock hitting that perfect, torturous spot inside me with every stroke. I’m clawing at him now, gasping, begging, my thighs trembling as pleasure coils tighter, tighter?—

"You close?"His voice is a dark rumble against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. “Calla, come with me. Take all that I give you, suck me dry… “

"Y-Yes—"

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