Page 90 of Demonic Cage
I look at the bed and its black sheet. What will Darya do to me?
“Indeed, I’m a monster, Kindra, but I don’t force anything you don’t actually want.”
That’s exactly my problem, I have no control in Darya’s presence.
“Alright,” I squeeze out between my teeth, still not looking at the Kraldem. I haven’t forgotten my mission, but now it’s about a child’s life. I have a feeling even the angels wouldn’t mind me saving an innocent life.
“Alright, what?”
“Alright,” I look into Darya’s eyes, “I’ll sleep here for a few nights.”
“The deal stands that you’ll sleep here with me until I decide otherwise.”
“So, I’ll just have to make you get bored of me. Easy.”
Darya grins.
“It’ll be hard, considering I’ve wanted to be inside of you since you told me to get lost in the cemetery.”
I blink, and my thighs clench for a moment.
“But as I said,” Darya continues, “only what you want.”
He extends his hand.
If all goes well, I won’t be here in a month. It’s pointless to risk Darya canceling the deal.
I grasp his hand, and his claws dance on my wrist. I tingle all the way to my neck.
“Ready?” he asks cheerfully. I nod.
The room suddenly turns dark as the sunlight is obscured by black smoke. The synnefo.
Darya’s hand slides to my hips, pulling me closer to him.
The smell of earth mixes with firewood. As his face touches mine, the taste of his skin dances on the tip of my tongue. It’s like salty crystal.
“Hold on, little champion!”
I wrap my arms around him all too easily.
Darya leans his head on mine. The smoke embraces us, and nothing else is visible in the dark fog, just the Demon King and me.
Darya’s thumb strokes my hip, and sparks burst from the touch. The demon’s power is palpable; the world slowly fades to black. As Darya holds me tighter by the hips, my muscles tense. I let out a soft sigh as the Kraldem pulls me closer. His cold body presses against mine, and his thumb starts playing on my hip again. I shiver.
“Beautiful,” he whispers into my ear, and my breath catches in my throat. “You.”
And then we sink.
Birdsong, breeze, and the distant hum of a highway caress my ears. Yellow sunlight blankets the snowy expanse. There are no hills, we are on a plain. The sight of bare trees clutch at my heart. It’s winter. I’ve spent three months in hell already. I shiver until Darya slips his coat onto me. I’d rather refuse, but I’m shivering from the icy air.
“You could have mentioned it’s winter,” I stammer. “Really.”
He shrugs.
“Sometimes I forget how weak you are.”
He turns his head to the side, tiredly looking at me. It’s only now that I notice the purple circles under his eyes. I smile.
