Page 126 of Demonic Cage
A silver streak gleams in Darya’s dark pupils. His mouth covers mine, pressing me against the post. He whispers against my skin.
“And if I do this?”
His hand runs up my inner thigh, across my stomach, and grabs my breast. I let out a quick sigh as his fingers brush my chest. With a sharp tug, his claw rips my overall from top to bottom, stopping just below my navel.
My heart jumps, and I meet his gaze. Darya’s eyes blaze as he looks at me. Without underwear, only a thin garment separates me from his hand.
“If I do this,” he says, starting to caress my skin where he tore my clothing, widening the tear so my breast emerges from under the white cloth, directly into Darya’s pale hand, “how much will you hate me, Lotte?”
He calls me by my name for the second time, and when his hand squeezes the soft flesh, I throw my head back and moan. The warmth between my thighs intensifies, and I bite my lip. Darya notices.
“This…” he pants, staring at my lips as if my purple lipstick mesmerizes him. His grip tightens, his thumb making gentle circles around my nipple, and he growls as he kisses me.
My heart beats unevenly; every part of me wants to climb on Darya. I doubt why I enjoy this so much, and I tense under his grip.
“Let go…” Darya whispers to me, and at his soft press on my breast, I respond. I hug him, pulling him closer. He grips my thigh with his other hand, pushing his hips towards me. I feel his desire, and I can’t deny the wetness between my legs.
His lips move downward, and the lower he goes, the more my legs tremble. His tongue touches my nipple, and as his lips envelop it, a groan escapes my throat.
I gasp as he gently teases it with his teeth, and run my fingers through his hair.
“If I do this,” he says, biting my breast gently, “how much will you hate me, Lotte?”
“A lot,” I cry out, but I only pull him closer.
“Really?” He smiles, and his mouth sucks my breast with such sweet force that I groan again.
Then the movement stops, and it almost hurts as his lips leave my chest. He tantalizingly drags his tongue along my neck, then pulls me into his lap and pushes himself deep between my thighs. I can barely breathe, my body responding in an instant. As he presses his hips against me, a drawn-out sound slips between my legs. I desire him, crave him, and I tense again. Darya feels it but doesn’t let go. Instead, he plants a soft kiss on my neck, long and lingering, as if his hot breath caresses my throbbing skin for hours. Then he reaches for my breast, which is bare, and presses it against his naked chest. He starts circling my nipple with his thumb gently. While kissing me, he occasionally pushes his thumb down, holding it there for a moment until I moan. Then he continues.
“That’s it,” he whispers softly, pushing his hips closer to me, sending tiny impulses throughout my body. I kiss him back strongly, my hand exploring his muscular abdomen. He pulls back for a moment, our foreheads pressed together, our lips touching. Darya grins, his breathing uneven.
“Say it again!”
“What…”
“Just say it!” he snarls at me, gripping my breast tighter.
“You’re sick!” I hiss through my teeth, causing his hip movements to intensify.
“I hate you…” I whisper. That’s what he wanted to hear. His fangs sharpen, a demonic growl escapes his throat, and he grabs my face with both hands. He lets go, and my legs drop fromhis waist, but he presses me hard against the wall, so I don’t touch the ground. His kiss is so aggressive it feels like he wants to break me, and I reciprocate. I dig my fingers into his silver hair, but I’m not defending myself; I attack, biting before he can hurt me. His fingers slowly slide down my stomach. I’m going completely insane from his soft touch.
“Say it again!”
“I hate you.”
He roars, tearing apart the bottom of my overall with his claws. I’m fully exposed before him. Not satisfied with that, he rips the fabric off my thighs and rips the white material from my arm. I’m standing completely naked before him, unhurt but with my heart pounding in my throat. I’ve never been completely naked in front of him, never been this vulnerable.
The demon steps back, looking me over. Slowly, he drags his finger between my breasts. His hungry eyes devour every detail of my body. I shiver, my mouth dry as his long claws slowly dance toward my core, already burning with the desire for Darya to possess it. His fingers stop above it, and he looks into my eyes for a long moment.
“Do you like it this way?” he asks, circling above the sensitive spot. He’s retracted his claws. He knows exactly how I like it.
I tremble desperately in his arms. He keeps watching me, not allowing much movement beneath him or letting me collapse.
I press my lips together.
“Speak.”
I bite my tongue and slowly nod, mumbling something close to yes.
