Page 58 of Demonic Cage
“Wait,” I start, inhaling through my teeth. “Just like that?”
The Kraldem nods.
I grind my teeth as I stare into the demon’s eyes. My heart quickens its pace, and my muscles tense.
At a snail’s pace, I remove my hand from his neck, but then I grasp onto his black leather coat.
The Demon King slows, hovering in place. His wings’ steady movement ruffles my blondish-purple hair. He draws closer to me and whispers in my ear.
“Let go, Kindra,” he says softly, sending shivers down my spine.
“What… what is Kindra?”
“It means champion in a very, very ancient language.”
“I am not a champion,” I squeeze out in a stifled voice. I don’t want to let go, but thinking about the reward, I know I have to. If I don’t die here, the monster will finish me off.
Slowly, I release Darya. He leans back gently.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Let your arms drop.”
He says it so softly that I comply, as if stretching. His arm supports me under the waist, my upper body leaning to one side, my legs hanging on the other. My heart pounds in my throat as I entrust my life to the demon.
“Open your eyes!” he commands.
I do, and my gaze meets his. He pulls me closer, one arm running up my thigh, the other placed at the base of my waist so more of my body hangs in the air.
His mouth is so close to mine, just a breath away. Darya closes his eyes and concentrates, then slowly, he gives me an extended kiss on the right side of my chin. I don’t resist.
“Don’t be afraid,” he says, addressing me softly. “Just enjoy!”
He keeps his lips on my chin for a while.
“Just trust me!”
With that, he tucks in his black wings, and we begin to fall. One of his arms releases, and I’m just hanging. My lungs constrict, and my heart leaps like a ball under my ribs, but I feel something else too. Something deep in my gut that prevents me from screaming, after all.
We’re falling. I feel the warmth of the sun, the delicate play of rays touching my skin, and I just let Darya hold me like a rag doll in the deadly fall.
The air stings my skin as it bites into me. I know we’ll hit the ground soon, yet my muscles relax. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but it seems like Darya is growling slightly, the sound causing little tingles in the lower part of my belly and thighs.
The demon’s hand holds steady. The more I relax, the tighter he grips. I keep myself like this until I feel Darya reaching under my back.
I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is his entranced gaze and beautiful gray eyes. Suddenly, we’re no longer dropping, and he extends his wings to have us fly over the lake we were about to crash into. I’m snapped out of my trance and wrap my arms around his neck while staring at the water, which is so close I could touch it. I see our blurry reflection. I see the black demon holding me in his arms, as I’m dressed in white.
We rise, and I don’t scream, just sigh. Darya picks me up again, but not like before. He puts both his hands on my ass and turns me to face him. He pulls me to his hips. Instinctively, I lock my legs around his waist. I feel him between my legs. Darya’s erection ignites the space between my thighs. Lightning flashes under my skin as desire floods over me. I shiver, pressing my pelvis closer to Darya. The demon groans, pulsing between my thighs.
We rise as fast as we fell. I keep looking upward until we stop again, but this time, I stare straight into those gray eyes.
My heart beats so fast that anyone else would have already had a heart attack, but for now, I’m still alive, hundreds of meters high, in a demon’s arms. I exhale heavily, and my gaze wanders down to Darya’s beautifully curved, pale lips. He takesdeep breaths too, his gaze focused on my mouth. He tightens his grip on my ass, and I sigh.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I draw closer to him. My brain sounds the alarm not to, but I still approach. The Kraldem patiently waits, scrutinizing my face. Like a predator.
He leaves the decision to the victim. I’m already close. Dangerously close. Our lips are about to touch.
Finally, it’s the Demon King who decides. He takes one hand from under my thigh, spreads my legs apart, and then returns me to his arms, which instantly brings me back to reality. I’m overwhelmed with shame, confusion, and breathlessness. How could I be so foolish to desire the Demon King?
Darya’s face is inscrutable, but it seems like a smile lurks at the corner of his mouth. However, he speaks more seriously than ever before:
