Page 48 of A Dose of Agony
“No!” I say quickly, jerking up only to realize that puts me inches from his fangs. “Don’t go.” I’m hypnotized by those all-black eyes.
Immense fear rushes through my body, but the feeling is not entirely bad. In fact, I want more of it.
“Do you want me to change forms?” he purrs. “It is hard for me currently, but I can if you are too afraid.”
“No,” I answer, still not backing away. “You don’t have to change.” l lie back against the silk sheets, the demon leaning over me, closer and closer.
His clawed hand rises.His breaths are labored. “Do you fear me?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He winces and pulls back.
“But don’t stop.”
I squirm beneath the weight of his magic. He hasn’t physically touched me yet, and to be honest, it’s possible the touch would be painful, but this feeling pulsing through every inch of my body is building such incredible anticipation.
I don’t know what I’m doing here. I can’t believe the delicious desire flooding me at the literal monster hovering over me. Why do I like this?
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, arching toward him.
There is something very wrong with me, but the responding purr tells me he very much likes this kinky part of me.
His claw taps gently against my chest. I flinch at the sharp contact. He slowly, gently, slides his claw down my skin toward the hem of my tank. I whimper, helpless, knowing I should not be enjoying how close I am to being carved wide open.
Death teases me, but it’s so riveting that I greet him with open arms.
A ripping sound sends my eyes flying open again, and I suck in a breath as cool air hits my bare torso. His talon easily slices through the fabric.
He purrs again, pleased with his work.
“You like this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant. I think I’m certifiably insane here, but damn if it doesn’t feel good. Should it? Probably not.
“The desire building in your body is so beautiful, bright one. I never imagined such a beautiful sight would be mine to behold, and yet I know there is so much more to come.”
He licks his lips, tongue black as the night clinging to him.
My desire is building but so is the reality that I do not know where this will lead if I allow it.
“Can you—can you turn back now?” I ask, caving to those legitimate concerns.
The demon pauses, looking me over one final time. Then, he closes his eyes and remains frozen for several moments.
I wait, still panting, still so close to being exposed to him.
This terrifying demon who cares deeply for me, who I trust so fully I’d not only allow myself to be vulnerable to him, but to enjoy every second of the terror.
Finally, magic shimmers over his body, and then he is Jarron. Sharp cheekbones, tan skin, and dark brooding eyes. He lets out one breath in this form, before I fist the lapel of his shirt and tug him to me. He gives no resistance and falls against me.
His lips meet mine fiercely and somehow softly all at once. I wrap my free arm around back of his neck and pull him in tighter, seeking more and more of him. His lips explore mine. Our tongues collide, and I groan low in my chest.
I’m such a damn simp for this boy.
His hands grip my waist as he settles in on top of me.
“Jarron,” I pant. “How are you here?”
